Can't help it when Mrs Ting comes in with a box of chocolates from USA that her husband bought and gave the whole lot of chocs out along with Doritos and Lays as childrens day gifts. (: Anyhow, was considering the idea of students mugging hard in anticipation of the great break. Admist all the arduous creamming of knowledge into overworked minds, freedom contemplates our minds like a beacon of light when all seems hopeless. Perhaps in a bid to motivate? Feeling slightly sorry for having burst my own bubble, but just decided to reconsider what I deem a holiday to be.

hol·i·day
–noun
1. a day fixed by law or custom on which ordinary business is suspended in commemoration of some event or in honor of some person.
2. any day of exemption from work (distinguished from working day).
3. a time or period of exemption from any requirement, duty, assessment, etc.: New businesses may be granted a one-year tax holiday.

So once again. The december holidays, a true holiday? I suppose having commitments, regardless whether embittered or nonchalant about them, is inevitable. And simply because during our break, we would have to look into the other things currently bypassed in the excuse "to study for the exams", we don't suspend any activity of any sort. But once again not to spoil the mood, I wave this thought off as an attempt (albeit failing hopelessly) to psych myself into the necessity of mugging. Or alternatively self-brainwashing as I stare at the dismal state of my study schedule (too ambitious, should've known).

In a lazy bid to omit any sense of urgency and maintain everything bright-as-blossoms, its back to the paltry subterfuge of the beckoning bed. Yes, the torpor that demands not even a finger lifted will only bring me to where I truly wish to be, and I shall follow that compass even though I know its pointing me in the wrong direction, holding on to the blissful sciolism for as long as it lasts. Not exactly the best solution, but good enough for me.

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