I don't know why - when I thought of this title, I laughed. What's in my mind is this image of a bimbotic lass scrunching up her nose and squeezing her cheeks inwards to form an 'O' out of her lips. She's damn blur. That is not, of course, to say that that girl is really me. (shudder)
I don't deny, however, that it really is what I'm thinking now. It's as if there's no 1 week holiday. And since you readers are mostly friends going through the same fate as I am, you'd likely do that bimbotic expression. 'WHAT HOLIDAY, you tell me?!'
Yes, people. The September holidays are here... yawn. It's amazing how our reactions change as we grow older. I vaguely remember in primary school, I would do a little celebration dance in private when I reached home on the last day of school. Kooky, yes, but I was genuinely happy. 'Cos the hoildays were here -- i.e., no need to study, no need to slog my way through any sort of notes... and I could play all I like. This year - I came home late on the last day of school thanks to CCA. Lugged my guitar home - and I wasn't particularly happy that day, 'cos I had a premonition of sorts - it's really quite scary.
I predicted that the coming week wouldn't be very enjoyable. I was right. Wow. I feel so self-righteous. But this time, it's true. Even as I sit typing away at the keyboard of mine... I feel uneasy. When I play my PS2, guilt sets in. When I do my Math, I tear at my hair. I get pissed. It's a lose-lose situation. I know that time is ticking away - and because I'm stubborn, I don't want to drop either Geography or Literature, which are really my interests... I need to do OK for this. I say, OK, because when it comes to exams, I don't want to place my hopes too high.
This 1 week holiday, you say? It's really just a study break in disguise. There's no such thing as a holiday, especially at this time of the year. And wow, I can't wait. Just a year more, and I'll be spared of these pseudo-hoildays. Charming.
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