yesterday was rest day.

i never never really had a rest day where i was free from the entangling ropes of work and revisions, or rather, never had i given myself a chance to do so. that was perhaps because school used to be real fun, i never thought i was really, mugging.

ok so my official leave day went pretty well, starting off with lunch at kallang airport. i met my secondary school friend joel phang too. looking good, as always. =] after that, my family and i headed down to the expo for the john little sale. there wasn't anything spectecular there, and we ended up buying glass mugs. coincidentally a kampong festival was held there, and mom bought lots of kueh bahlus. a maternity fair was going on too, so there definitely was much hustle and bustle over at the expo.

following that, we went to dad's office for karaoke. yeah the place was huge. so our voices resonated across the entire place that looked like a more high class and not so sleazy pub. came home, dinner, tv.

i realise i can't insert any life, any scintilla of exuberance into my blog post abt my leave day.
isn't it supposed to be fulfilling and full of excitement,since you don't study? i certainly do enjoy my family's company, but there is this intangible sense of regret.

work seemingly gives me a sense of satisfaction. not that i enjoy sticking my butt on the chair, staring blankly at my notes, or writing geography notes furiously, or jabbing the buttons on my bulky GC( ok i hate using the GC!!!!). but i certainly feel less guilty if i spend some time studying.

i might become a workaholic in due time. trust me, it's not the school environment. it's me. so is it good or bad? or have i always been a workaholic? i doubt so.

today was mathematics remedial. the whole thing came and went, like a gust of wind. we sat in the classroom for hours, with miss lee's husky (oh no it's not very husky lah haha) voice ranting on and on and on. i was copying blindly, like a sheet of cloth bundled across my eyes, and me, aimlessly doing a carbon copy (only in a sweet array of colours like orange, green and pink)of what was being scribbled on the board with inkless markers, the purple stains on the board fading, fading away.. i better start putting some sense into what i'm doing.

i would rather the day pass by placidly without a worry, without a care. i would rather my day pass like the gentle swashes that leap upon the shore, and the backwashes that diminish quietly back into the deep, blue ocean. that reminds me of an innocent child, building sandcastles in the air - literally.

but then again, there goes another day.

a penny for my thoughts?