Happy Holidays

"Enjoy your holidays!" exclaims a classmate as he dashes out the school gate back home to his much awaited computer where he begins a six-hour-long affair on the computer with an engaging video game. And I do very much suppose I had done the exact same thing.

Of course, school holidays, especially the end-of-year holidays are meant to be, as it's called, a holiday. It is supposed to be a time off the stressful holds of life but yet, while we free ourselves from the stressful and usually boring routine of life: waking up early just like everyone does, coming home late drenched with sweat and with a burden of mind-wrenching homework, going to sleep tired and wasted and then waking up early again the very next morning; we begin the next seemingly un-stressful task of early day-long computer gaming sessions and just useless wastage of time.

By the time the full onslaught of the holidays come, around the third week, the fun of waking up late and the greatness of no-homework recedes to just pure boredom. Two weeks of non-stop computer gaming had obviously taken a toll. The eyes are bloodshot and sore. By then, it feels stressful not to do anything at all and just waste our lifes away on some stupid holiday.

Waking up at a pre-lunch time period as always made me feel unhappy and just disarrayed. The entire day is tipped over without order, for the simple fact that I had woken up late. Well, it does in fact make a difference to just wake a few hours earlier and it does also seem to brig about a feeling that I had not wasted my day, despite not doing much. Nevertheless, each day comes and go wasted.

I wake up late a 10.30. The birds are chirping annoyingly and the sun is up high. It is late to have a breakfast, and too learly to have lunch. All I can do is hold back my hunger and read the newspapers or just go back to sleep, such that my eating hours are also not similarly disordered and disorientated. After nearly two hours of wasted time , my lunch has arrived. Immediately after that, the computer is my world. Previously, I had made a pledge never to play Combat Arms agai, but the boredom was too terrible, not the addictiveness of the game. I had longs ince recovered from the addiction. Soon after two doors of playing leisurely, the addiction had a relaspe. Afer a week of gaming, I could no longer take the wastefulness of time. Half of my holiday assignments had not been accomplished but only a third of the holiday was left unused or not yet wasted.I could not let the nightmare of returning to school with my assignments unfinished turn to reality.

As such, the waves of reality came crashing in, I could no longer stand by and allow my holiday time to go to waste. School holidays were meant to catch up with our rest, to unwind from the stressful routines of normal day life and get our little holiday assignment done such that the holidays are meaningful, not sell ourselves to a more stressful regime of trying to rank up in a sweaty game of a first-person-shooter video game, or just lazing in bed day dreaming of future aspirations.

The holidays are not to go to waste without meaning. And I will not allow that to happen, not when I still have enough will power to counter the urge to just relax and waste the time away. Can I? Oh well...at least I still read novels at a constant if not, greater pace.

Life~Replayed
Jiang Haolie