Holiday (or not)

The good thing about living in a multiracial nation is this: you get more national holidays. Just when you thought Hari Raya Puasa or Deepavali or Chirstmas had just passed, you realised the next Hari Raya Puasa, Deepavali or Christmas is just around the corner. Sometimes i just wonder, hmm, wasn't that over quite recently? But heck, it's a holiday - and holidays are precious, precious time for deprived students and Singaporeans who just seem to be working non-stop. For me, i like Deepavali - specifically, i like this year's Deepavali: because it falls on a Tuesday, and Tuesdays are my longest day in school. Never mind that i've been skipping classes. Never mind that i won't be celebrating Deepavali. In fact, that's precisely the point.

Tomorrow, i hope to be able to do some running. The key word is hope. I would be grateful if Heaven makes the decision for me by pouring intensely the whole day, or at least at the moment when i open my eyes in the morning. It makes me feel satisfied because i don't have to make a choice. i won't need to feel guilty should i end up not running or i don't have to deliberate and think of 101 reasons why i should run to counter 100 reasons why i shouldn't run. That can be quite tiring for my mind which, as it is, is already preoccupied with too much work. Leave my poor mind alone.

That's pretty much about it. It's either slack a little, do some sports, or work on essays or study for tests and exams. Right now, during this period, one can't really think of going for movies, going to town or engaging in some activities that take up too much time. If i were to go back to the school library tomorrow, for instance, i would be forgiven for thinking that it's a normal school day. But of course that won't happen, because no way will i drag my feet to that dreadful place called school.

And so tomorrow and Thursday will be public holidays. Should we students be grateful for that 'extra' time to catch up with work, or should we be upset that we are cheated of a supposed holiday?
Like so many other things, there's always irony or contradictions.
But others would have us know, it's all a matter of perspective.
Ah...