School Blues

How should I put it? The gloom. The dark clouds. The curtains have fallen. It is the end of the play. A most entertaining one. People have started to stand and leave. I sit alone, unwilling to leave the venue of happiness. I stare at the curtains and recall what happened behind it just moments ago. Such unwillingness. I can't wrench my heart away. How should I put it?

I'm talking about holidays. Such feelings only come to me when the entire episode is over. I didn't feel this when I was leaving Genting or Bintan or the parties. Now, the sum of all these events is weighing in my heart. Enjoy your holidays people say. But if you enjoy it as much as I did, it is difficult to bring oneself back to reality - school. I admit it is not the last of my holidays. There are better ones to come. But this momentary feeling is overwhelming.

On a lighter note, I feel blessed to have very good friends; friends whom I can run to whenever I have problems or feeling down. Not that I have many problems. As a matter of fact, recently I help more than getting help. The word 'help' is overrated. There is nothing much I can do except to lend my ears. And being the kpo me, I would do that with pleasure. My theory is that all of us are different and we face different problems. No matter how detailed someone describes a situation, it is never accurate. My universal solution to this is to consider whether the subject is worth it and if you will have regrets in the future. Works well for me. (",)

Ciao friends! Weekends are still holidays! Yay, I'm cured!