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.