Another break's coming on while one's rounding up. Whilst the undergraduate's plight is begining, the school kid's flight does too. While the uncluttering and the reduction of rust starts,so does the joyous jaunting of schooling passed. The daunting days of white shirts, green pants and black hairs flee as sudden as my sleepy daze in a lecturer's gaze. 'Discipline' enforced in its most technical term are now no longer observable on the streets. All that will abound are the blonde browns of our local Golden Boys: Malaysian idles wandering and wondering at game parlours and 'unyuppy' cybercafes. The even younger ones will be play-acting with such imagination and talent that would make Keanu Reeves, Colin Farell and Orlando Bloom blush with an undignified shame, even though hootings and shriekings are mostly all that emotes. On the other side of the fence, a side which is much greener from experience as some might say, the stomping and cutting of lalang left to grow in the mental field continues. However revamping the scholarly, academically aimed mind is harder than eating your greens, as I may sway. Inertia blocks momentum from developing. Loathing puts labour in a bad light. And procrastination, although just as bad as castration, pushes the lamp further and the bed closer. The arduously aching thoughts of your lesser, tween queen kins frolicking with a freed feet are as pervasive as the wailing voices from sczhophrena. Their gain will be your bane as you lapse in and out of your lecture halls. Thoughts aplomb of their cheers for cuti-cuti will haze that study maze further. But not to worry, for the most mundane tasks will prove to be the best cure for holiday hangovers. Soon the generic, dull drills of everyday campus life will bring back that familar flavour of receptive blandness. The cold showers. The long strides. The even colder and longer lectures. The shoving of crap, not only out of your bowels in the toilet,but also into your gut at the canteen. All these will remind you and 're-deaden' your vacation synapses from transmitting. Yet, in spite of the broken will of this lazy hack, there are still do many who in faith transmit a message of joy and hope uncomprehensible even to a spinster's sly. During tis season to be jolly (with all certainty an irony...hey that rhymes!) his voice will reside with those whose rise to greatness is due to a 'lack of proffesional training'. A party of sorts will be held at the Dewan on this December 12th. A remarkable stage to an even more noble cause. Wheither it may be to cushion the blow of coming back to university, or the futility of obtaining four flats, or a girlfriend, or friends, or a fictional Santa's warm and caring love (BTw, 'warm and caring love', even not from Father Xmas, is not real either) , it certainly does smooths that oh-so-human path. (except for those whose lifestyles require a change of the former 'or's with 'ands' in the previous sentence.) A bit of a byte: Seeing Lee Syiong singing would be a good morale boost. Hearing it on the other hand will produce the opposite effect. However, the vocal vibes from trakea being choked shall not be a problem for the majority of us undergraduates as we are already deaf from blabering lectures. Lee Syiong on stage and off key is the ultimate panache for those campus blues. So here I go, as well as another 30,000 (a rough, very rough estimate), marching back , back to university.

It was and still is. A Bush presidency, this time no longer plagued by the issue of popular legitimacy. With a significant and comfortable majority, the sins and memories of Florida 2000 are bent to be overcomed. The magic number was 3.5 million. 3.5 million more for Bush than Kerry. 3.5 million more for a perceived just war leadership than a reluctant 'just for kerry'. 3.5 more for forgetfulness or forgiveness than forsakeness for a misleading reason to occupation. 3.5 million more undisturbed than unconvinced of his economic policies, his role in the growing deficit and his tax cut for the rich. 3.5 million more frightened of terrorism than its handling. 3.5 million more for the centre-right, and those pretending to be in its pragmatic grasp. Even among the presence of much more pressing issues, one came up to define this round, this bout, dominating the rest with a zealous demand and drive which only a deep,intense belief on its value could bring;moral state of america. By beating up the Bush base, Karl Rove did the unexpected, or at least unanticipated. Social conservatives and evangelicals poured into the polls, garnering a straight, coherent, organized punch against an ambigious protest movement. Such muscle pushed and pulled in the Bush vote further and deeper into the marginally Red and Blue and those critically swing states. to be continued...

The US election just passed, with the counting coming to an end. Only left in tow is that crucial Ohio, as well as Iowa and New Mexico. Final turn out so far: Kerry 252, Bush 254. To win, one needs 270 electoral votes.Despite that, Bush wins the popular vote by half a million. Ohio, been in sight as individually the most important state by both sides, is the kingmaker in this bout. With about a gain of around 23 to the victor,it obviously takes him beyond that line to legitimacy. The current tallies stand with Bush leading with just a 2% majority. However, that 2%, while being a small margin of difference, compromises a large number of votes, around 100k. The only ballots untouched are those considered provisional: votes contraversially considered ineligable. A large turnout was registered with 60% hearing and bearing heeds of its importance this time around. Informally, Bush is expected to get his second term. Although Ohio is still officially in count with its provisional votes still untampered, those votes are likely to be reduced to a pile which is incapable to compensate those 100k votes for Bush. Not to mention that a significant volume of them would probably be considered cracked. So, what made Bush tick this time? Unlike 2000? Well, wait for tommorow for analysis. This global citizen is dozing offfffffffffffffffffffffffff