Okay. It's Holiday.

Yeah. It's holiday time for UTP undergraduate and foundation program students, except those who just checked in for the whole new foundation program, where three semesters are offered instead of the previously two. 400 plus of them, and still I did not see them around to date.

And I, being completely ridiculed by the facts that postgraduate students are not given any specified holiday period, have to stay over for a month and a half until the previously mentioned set of students will come back for the new semester.

But it is a good thing that UTP is relatively emptier. More peaceful time, I suggest. There is nobody playing loud musics in their room while doing completely comical sing-a-longs. There is nobody who pitch-screams from the ground floor to their mates in the fifth, in various kinds of languages which eventually will lead to the ones on the fifth replying also in shouts, while the neighbors will all curse and swear in however much lower-registered tunes. There is also nobody who rams their vehicles' engines in order to announce the whole hood that their mufflers could not only shock humans and animals but even the dead.

And also people will curse and swear in their hearts. We are all good neighbors, see?

In order to ensure my survivability in this temporarily-deserted campus, I bought a packet of cereal, eggs, instant noodles, packet foods, bottles of drinks and other fresh foods that I can cook using an electric stove.

So here goes, 7 weeks or so in silence. Let's see how it turns out, shall we?

Having no other relevantly-sane things to do, Jack multiplies into many hims, scouting the room area doing completely ridiculous activities just for the fun of it.