Yippie! The holidays are here! I know it's kinda weird for me to say this when you can see no columns in your calender highlighted in yellow. HAHA! but for once, please let me be a little bit evil alright...

"THAT'S SO SECONDARY SCHOOL!!!"

okay back down to earth. this break will only last for a week. but hey! i'll be having a chalet during this short break! i hope everything will go well - people enjoying themselves, being bonded closer together and getting a break from the stressful times in school! you see, even before we get to enjoy this break, our lecturers are consntantly bugging us with these kind of remarks...

"The holidays are not for you to enjoy. it's for you to catch up with your projects and assignments. you can take a break but do not slacken..."

alright, point taken. who says poly life isn't stressful ah? so don't put us below JC students and above ITE peeps, people. get your sense of equality right. correct that misconception of yours that is so... "yesterday".

speaking of stressful, i feel that the want to have the highest qualification here is simply too stressful. so stressful that can have the ability to alter your biological system - you sleep in the day and study in the night.

"of course lah, you ass! after school, you need to do your homework and revise, right? and by that time the moon is already high in the sky. it will be past midnight when i finish all my school stuff. sleep only for a few hours need to wake up to go for school already. use your brain lah bro!"

wah, it must have been the common response among many of those lofty visionaries out there. well, i must say that it's pretty relevant. yet, i wanna remind these "people" that, along the course of pursuing your aspirations, please don't trouble the life of others. please...

i nearly got traumatised by these "people". that was till i decided to make the move so that the worst case scenario won't happen at all. in case you're wondering what bullshit i'm blabbering about, here's the experience that almost, so near yet so far, made me a different person altogether....

i was halfway through my journey home in that 74 bus once more, relinquishing the prospect of the week-long break that I've been dreading for, when the bus stopped at a certain stop whereby there's a lot of this-high-end secondary-school students in sight. everything was normal as this boy (at least that's what i see him as in my eyes!) came to take up the empty seat beside me.

everything went abnormal for me after that.

he then drop dead and went to "heaven"; his dreamland i mean. i don't know if he was riding a roller coaster when he was in "heaven" but through his actions back in reality, it seems as if he was! his head was constantly jerking to the left... right... front... and then "DUM!"

his head knocked onto the pole and almost immediately, he was "revived". but it didn't take him long to be "dead" once more. this time round, i guessed he was in a romantic scene whereby he rested his head onto his god-knows-who girlfriend.

BECAUSE HE DID THAT VERY SAME ACTION ON ME! IN THE BUS! IN FRONT OF DON"T KNOW HOW MANY PAIRS OF EYES! YOU KNOW... IN PUBLIC!

Man! I was disgusted! for goodness sake, it's a guy who's doing that! (did i say that i don't mind if it's a girl, indirectly? haha! "guys will always be guys," echoed the feminine world.) and guess what, budging my shoulder intensively wasn't the solution to this problem! bloody hell! the other passengers must have thought that i was having spasms at that time. instead, i had to execute my "finishing move" which was 'the tickle'. only then did he realise his actions, only to continue sleeping without apologising, this time jerking his head towards the aisle.

what the hell. i was actually wide awake all the while; i only closed my eyes to prevent from straing directly into the eyes of curious onlookers. luckily i was able to listen to my discman at the point of "attack", for i can hear no evil that may damage my already-broken ego.

and guess what? i actually stopped a few stops from my actual stop and walked back home from there. i had to make my move. it was the best time. i couldn't afford to take in anymore damage that can make me lose my dignity and pride. he was wide awake anyway, i don't know why.

i should thank my lucky stars for the divine intervention. yet, i should curse them for this damn bloody bad experience.

note: to hardcore study-maniacs out there, i have one piece of advice. "don't study hard, study smart." only then will you not trouble the rest of the population with your ridiculous antics. roger?