Another sunday. another boring sunday. I never like sundays. I cannot see what's so sunny about it. I certainly prefer Fridays, or even Saturdays. But that's another story.
Frankly, I don't know where all my Sundays of my past 30 years have gone to. Not that I really care, actually. But still, if you consider the number of hours involved (approximately 30 X 52 X 24), that makes up to 37440 hours. What has come out of the 37 440 hours gone by? Makes me wonder...
The seven days of the week in French are lundi, mardi, mercredi, jeudi, vendredi, samedi, dimanche. Notice something? Sunday's different from the rest. In my opinion, it should be called soleildi (Soleil = Sun in French). At least it makes more sense?
Was trying to watch some performances of Live Earth on the telly since last night. Don't wish to sound sceptical or even cynical, but I still cannot see the point in having all the concerts, to remind people to save the earth. Some of the performances by the artistes don't even remotely carry the "save the earth" message. For example, scantily clad PCD wearing next to nothing singing on stage. What's the message? Use less cloth for your clothing so as not to deplete resources?
The slogan for this event is Answer the call. Indeed. "Moshi moshi? Oh, sorry, salah number."