The Break has set in. The paper chase finally came to a halt, albeit a temporary one. At last, studies' chains are off, sending thousands scampering around in search of relief and release. Some went back to kampung galore, while others brought ahead plans in hand. Yet all aim for that sacred lax where both body and mind are just left untaxed, unrestrained from the labour of constant assessment. As summarized in this short stanza: Semester's spent and stress's vent, as sanity is retrieved and rest is reprieved. In full joy, we subsequently catched up with time. No more deadlines ad mist. No more classes amiss. Just a moment of us being at peace with our surroundings and, most importantly, of ourselves. Doubts, doubts of our abilities and our worth, whether of our competance or our complexion, are in no respute in these periods of calm. The ego's aback, the male wihin's aside. Layers are peeled, and what's bare is that sensitive, fragile self we were afraid to show or ,at worst, explore. "Before exams, tough-skinned orc pions we are, 'work work' After it, we turn back to being human, weak and meek"-Thierry 'French Toast costs 50 sen, and so is my philosophy' Chang. Being our true selves can be tough, and it helps to let loose in such moments for relax.