One, the knowledge that I had discarded or avoided so many priorities and obligations this holiday just to satisfy my insatiable lust for enjoyment and just pure slacking, without any forms of stress or pressure behind me. When school reopens, these ignored commitments are going to come and haunt me. Regret much? Slightly, but not so much when I had a whale of a time just sitting back and letting my feet loose this vacation. Still, when the time is ripe, I probably won't be able to close my eyes in peace.

Two, the fear of the coming. The wise men always preach to the depressed that a new year signifies a new beginning. Each day a new chance to turn over a new leaf, a brand new opportunity to shine. For me, it's always another day of procrastination given the option. Which reminds me, my chinese homework still lays fresh on the table, bout half done and already ready to be served.

Thank God the year head bought me two days more of play mood. Well, I guess it's gonna reach the transition phase sooner or later. And then new fears will join the existing ones.

I can already hear the creatures inside my Pandemonium becking for my return.

Sighz, another day another nickel to waste