It has been a week since I last stopped work and it hasn't been as enjoyable as I had expected it to be. Imagine suddenly not having to get up in the morning to get ready for work, not to be working during the day or having to rush home in the evening to catch my favourite programmes. To most people, especially those in the rat race, that would have been the kind of life that they look forward to. But for me, after having stayed idle for the past week, I had have enough of such sluggish life. There are people who can spend hours buried in their books, playing computer games or just sitting in front of the square box. I did all that but somehow still find that there just weren't enough to do to kill the excess time that I have. Of course, I had spent quite a substantial amount of time lazing on my bed but that had caused me to stay awake till the wee hours of the morning (which leave me with more dark hours to spare). I believed most of you have the same kind of experience during the month-long vacation when you don't have to go to school or do any homework (ok, maybe some of you have to go back for remedials and do holiday homework but that was only for part of the vacation) and found time passing by at a pace of a snail and couldn't wait for school to start again. I have always led a hectic but fulfilling life and though there were times when I complained of the amount of work to be done, I would rather drop dead on the job than to die doing nothing. Perhaps I was a buffalo rather than a pig in my previous life and have to be ploughing throughout my life and not just lying around waiting to be fed. This break has in fact do me more harm than good. Not only am I feeling lethargic most of the time (the more I slack the more tired I get), I am also losing my momentum of life. I bet if I were to continue with such life style, I will lose my senses and eventually my mind. In fact, I suspect I am already going nuts when I found myself laughing out loud while watching a not-so-funny programme or swearing aloud at the computer when I missed a shot, all in company of the quiet night. I guess, having been a lame teacher and a failed entrepreneur, I don't make a good slacker either. What then do all these failures make me? A hopeless being or perhaps what my father used to call me, a 'good-for-nothing'? However, no matter what I am labelled as, there is one thing I'm sure of, I need to start doing something soon before I have a total breakdown.