Phantasm

Arguing with sanctimonious people will always render yourself of being blasphemous. In any argument, there is always a group that espouse on relentless approach to gain victory. At times, it is futile to argue at all as the skull of the opponents are just too thick for the infusion of rationality. While they can remain indifference to all the plight, they will leapfrog others to achieve justice when they are pushed down from their seat of vantage. What ensues is their severe censure towards others for being such insular beings. I am simply amorous of their existence as the propinquity of hypocritical thinking lessens the espieglerie one has towards the cruelty of life. Their piece de resistance is no other than undermining others abilities while maintaining their superior stand to monopoly every single point of argument piecemeal. More important, we are safe and sound in the face of their vice. Analogous to Niagara, the biblical alluvion has swept across the land being accompanied by

Immersing in two movies in a day at the cinema is a big accomplishment. After being served with the ambrosia redolent of suspense, Alvin and the Chipmunk seemed to pale in its juxtaposition with Mission Impossible. The predecessor is a brilliant reminiscence of Steve Jobs with the perfect deployment of affluent Ipad and Iphone throughout the motion picture to discombobulate the foes. Nonetheless, the scars of time has undermined much of Tom Cruise's youth but this has been counterpoised by his agility in climbing the Dubai Tower and pussyfooting the ledges. Though the bloody aphrodisiac is absent, I am thankfully awake as long as the clever riposte is there. I am much averse to the the presence of cockalorum engrossed in the act of braggadocio especially during an outing. Let me enumerate the contents allegory to the sole pride -the tutelage of love and romance, the definition of marriage, the youthquake of sex and the proprietary aspect of a sacred lovefeast. The discussion rolls

While some consider home is a place to solicit closure, I prefer to label it as a respite from ennui. Treading the earth and skimming the horizon, I still fail to notice any skyscraper that emerges from the rich soil abhorrent to the conurbation of the foreign land. The painstaking task of waiting the result disclosure yields much surprise when the outcome outreaches the expectation. Nob obstante, the registration is disappointing under the auspices of a very uncooperative modem that turns the whole preparation into a fiasco. I just wish for the best. Our teacher used to told the cabal that their rainbow elements will fail any sense of solidarity. To mock us even further, another simulacrum comprised of motley component has acquired the power to stay as one. Looking left and right, there are always some people missing. Perhaps the much celebratory sentimental trait that is hailed long ago has been forsaken by the creators. Changes are inevitable but I have expected much better than a d

Upon deciding to travel to KL Sentral, one can always be bamboozled by its apparent simplicity. Insofar as I know, it is always a gamble. The ones blessed with luck will always find it to be as pedantic as other trips. Boarding on a right bus is aleatoric because it does not promise a safe voyage to the destined place. Nevertheless, the experience of being thrown horizontally, diagonally and vertically at every corner quasi pinball style is considered sui generis while the impromptu stopover at miles beyond the supposed rendezvous point incites the urge for public transport revolution, a close relative to the political makeover that has been mushrooming across the globe. Home is such a good place to stay. Choosing the correct compatriots for different activities since their suasion prowess is apposite to adverse challenges. When one splurges, it is wise to except the intransigent amigo from the extravagant odyssey since their aplomb in pertaining their insight is forbidding. The incess

The modicum, if not the absence of the plot has transfigured Immortals into one of those B-class horror thrillers that exemplifies gore in every scene and primal violence which reverberates throughout the cavalcade of tragedies. Once in a while, the silver screen will turn black thanks to the cut, creating a undesirable parenthesis that compels us to practise illegal download and a unison of boos, especially during the dark screen which conceals the sex scene . The be-all and end-all of the whole Greek myth adaptation commotion boils down to one facet, violence. Neither lachrymal moment nor inspirational modus vivendi is preached. What remains is just the copious quantum of mutilation, the ersatz hue of sanguinary, the devoid of compunction and the equanimity towards the prey's plight. The negligent attitude towards the mortals' supplication has shaped the monster that revels in the torture of victims, who have seek death as the liberty, which is left unheard. I am always told

The first taste of Sunway Aesculapian is the product of the insalubrious refection that ails health. The momentary elope from the brouhaha has been refreshing and efficacious in taming the contumacious monster that is struggling to eschew the cage. Apart from discerning the apparatchik kidney kowtowing to czar, the sudden revelation, the crumbling of the supposed vintage year resplendent of justice is replaced by the sweetheart mechanism that is strewn across the whole dimension like the darkness that encapsulates the universe, is pretty demoralizing. The convalescent itinerary is unappetizing encompassing the abstemious diet and the bed confinement. The ominous lightning that reverberates across the heaven is compelling me to overdose medication. One can always distinguish the tutelage born from the interest as well as the compelling momentum. The repressive entourage, characterized by the fractious tone maiming at everyone's self-belief and yet demands complete regurgitation, is

I like how it feels. Excruciating, piercing and haunting. As the much celebratory annus mirabilis slowly devolves into the ominous annus horibilis, one would just wish that time will start to turn widdershins to the watershed that adumbrates the cavalcade of fiascoes. To adduce the prosperous harvest, lets just use the proliferation of song and dance, formerly exclusive to son et lumiere, to elucidate the current indoctrination. The implementation of rigmarole to illustrate the Rube Goldberg evaluation mechanism to showcase the facetious facet ends up miserably with a factitious exhibition. Watching the others showered in the exuberance and their exultant expressions creates a hollow nadir for me to jump in. The apogee of sadness is now. The moment of being invited to the doorstep of the double-faced bugaboo has bestowed no eclaircissement upon the wonder and mystique of potions. The endeavour to extort a mea culpa is hitting an impasse as the pockmark of myopia is far too affluent. Th

As if facing a non-stop cavalcade of three different archetypes of examination is not bad enough, flu has come to haunt me at this juncture and reach its acme of malignant growth at that fated day stripping me off any processing skills. I am gonna be so dead for those three exams. Countless careless mistakes in Biology, cliche irrelevant layout of arguments and complete fiasco in calculus. These reminds me so much of the phobia, whom mere simulacrum has outmatched my mind far too many times. Hello, phobia. No thanks for meddling my mind. SCIENCEPHOBIA I have always head-over-heels in love with science ab initio. The use of sophisticated wholesome logistics to disprove those oppressive orthodox religion perspective and uncover the so-called supernatural phenomenon has led us to practice the heterodox means that would have bewildered our consanguineous ancestor. The likes of Don Quixote deem it as a ideal way of human nature for self=satisfaction. Cassandras proposed the augur that the s

The heart that is chockablock with regret, humiliation and lethargy has now encountered a venting path with impasse. My abysmal intelligence has incurred an indelible downfall. The former patio in the form of gargantuan screen has now left me for miles. The aftermath of flunking so many examination has reverberated far and beyond jarring the usual chutzpah. In this most inopportune time, the je ne sais quoi allure of television has encroached into the vicinity. Reminiscing about the proponent of TV addiction has the most effusive reinvigorating effect. This is the first English serial that entangle me in the web of grandiloquent dramas. The first simulacrum of this celebratory melodramatic series is not looking well. The much stereotyped romance story, endless transition of insurgency, presto hook up and break up and of course, the promiscuous sex propensity fail to pander with my taste. The subsequent apercu into the gravitas of characters encompassing their multitude of endeavour

The usual fortissimo reverberated across the unit, which has thankfully not instigated any opprobrium of the whole hostel, now acts as an placebo for me. The week has been gratifying with the treat at Pappa Rich which has literally scrap a portion of one's expenditure. I marveled at the ingenuity of the improvised and improved gamble which may have adumbrated my potential of being a loan shark. If anyone wants to tread into the aleatoric game, feel free to find me. I'm your man. While the act of disparaging is rampant and selfishness finds its way through the conscience, I am just grateful for the soliditarity of my compatriots who has yet sound the horn of quid pro quo. The attitude of fellow scholars after the exam is almost, if not absolute, testament to the egocentric personality of a kidney of the neophyte of foundation studies. It does not take a high degree of acumen to perceive the proud and mighty among the commoners. While some are just being rooted to the orthodox pr

My first inhalation of Kuching air is ....... smoky. The very stereotyped night view is obscured by the mystique shades of grey that environ the coruscating stars and diminish the majesty of the constellation. The usual hypnotic flight is spiced up by the turbulent quasi "roller-coaster" experience which just complicates my slumber. Back at the hometown, the usual torpor strikes again with all the absence of my usual compatriots who have decided to spend the holiday in foreign vicinity. Damn, here I am stuck in the nonchalant routine in an apathy entourage while preparing for the impending three sciences test which are ruled by Byzantine complexity. My fervor towards language has reached a total stalemate. Perhaps my state of mind is haunted by the prejudicial castigation that victimizes an amigo not so long ago. Just a piece of mind from a maniacal crook who suffered a severe mind block. The heart just skips a beat from the horrendous amount of tasks waiting

I remember the times when it swept me away from his clout and then reeled me in at the most unexpected period. When every endeavor to prove people are wrong yields opposite repercussion, the sole existence will placed at an ever lower at the hierarchical pyramid. The boulder precipitated towards my back is much more excruciating than the visible mocking gaze-lowering face. The coruscant imagoes presented are just the disguise of the audaciousness incorporated in the bandwagon of comparison, obsession and intoxication of the phantasm. The crucible entangled the very conscience is the rectifying of the unconventional philosophy to suit the stereotyped logic. The interpretation of any comprehension lines varies but only one remains true. Does the standard always have to be only way and unquestionable? Does the authors' bourne even in the consideration or simply a simple generalization? Is it wrong to possess an axiom parallel to the others? From my Argus eye, one should just d

This week is so fiendish. After flunking the relatively simple maths test that only suits the neophytes with variegated careless mistakes, I just ascertained that my gullible personality when interacting with the calculator is erroneous. And then the calamity continued with the total fiasco during the practical test. The end product which suffers from extreme overweight syndrome is just one of the exemplary instances in the concatenation of the unfortunate events. After enduring through the fate's draconian treatment, I am just gonna be taciturn for the weekend praying for the things to get easy by the flow of time. Watching others having the predilection at their disposal to plunge themselves into la dolce vita is such a cruel slap on my face. When everyone attempted to jump onto the bandwagon of kiasu passion, the indefatigable approach in handling every matters encompassing either the habitual slumber at 4 or 6 in the morning or the enhancing of brain to achieve impeccable photo

This week is such a screw-up. The ominous deadline of assignments loomed ahead accompanied by the decreasing displacement between us and the exams that are way off the scale. Initially, this Saturday was supposed to be my breakaway from the nonchalant and melancholic suburb life. Nevertheless, certain circumstances had deterred me from setting my feet at the supposed rendezvous point at Kl Sentral. I hate the obtrusion in my itinerary. When your weakness is disclosed in front of the public, how would you feel? I knew how I felt. It is like a juggernaut of rage trying to pierce through my heart but to no avail. Instead, it just keep squirming, struggling, thrashing about all the while tempting me to give in to my dark side. It is undeniable that I am considered a second-class here since I am as proficient as a substandard neophyte in applying my repertoire. I possess no international view, look like Quasimodo, who will never be in the favor of present Esmeralda and have no prowess what

" The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death" This week, I had once again crossed the boundary that I have bestowed upon myself. Going out for a movie on a weekday night is certainly not within my gene. Damn, the guilt is gnawing at my conscience. Maybe this adumbrates my sloth. Together with all those die-hard Harry Potter fans across the globe, the finale has really galvanized us. Notwithstanding, the initial plan to withhold the imminent tears suffered premature death due to the affluent humour that filled every scene encompassing the overly vehement You-Know-Who, self-proclaimed philosophy, intriguing words-rhyming and wholesale antipodal of character traits. I still miss the touching moment when the house-elves came to rescue, Death Eater's discourse with Hermionie under the cover of Lestrange took an unexpected turn and the confrontation between teachers and Snape ceased. The magnificent barriers reminded me of Star Wars while the quietus of final boss still le

Submerge Pressure! Pressure! Pressure! The tiny pebble that sits upon my chest has experienced exponential growth to a rock with shocking size. Further exploration of my peers is so disheartening for me. Super bananas and coconuts are in abundance and their unlimited potential is their ultimate killing strike. The portentous congregation of insane level prodigies are murdering my slowly with their presence. Apart from being world-class debaters and possessing impeccable articulation, most of them have amassed vast study experience from their former A-level courses locally or internationally ( via ASEAN scholarship) besides being blessed with their street-smart sense, proficient critical thinking, intellectual prowess, fastest downloading ability and gargantuan repertoire of real life experience. ( Suburb residents like me looked so tiny besides them.) At times, I wonder if they are clones of Sylar as all of them are gifted with intuitive aptitude. Hello, super humans! Tantamount The ar

The orientation week is reaching its end and the onset of classes is due tomorrow. It was odd for me as it is the first time I have never been quarreling with anyone during orientation. Notwithstanding, this is still the best orientation ever since it does not incorporate any of those childish physical games that are played during Form 6 orientation. At the first glance, my roommates are antipodals to each other. At the end of the day, we still remain as the most close-knit roommates as we always move around in a group 0f eight. One of them is a total replica of James Wong including his oration shtick. Sadly, the sole engineering roommate have undergone operation prior to his arrival and cannot rush as swift as he was when he played basketball. My two Indian roommates possess coruscant histories. One obtained 12A+s in SPM and the other have studied in Singapore under ASEAN scholarship for 6 months before switching to JPA. My condifence was crushed once more when my first friendly attem

I am finally here. Here at the Sunway College. I have the most embarrassing moment during the onset of registration. My impedimenta was so conspicuous with its constituents comprising of three humongous luggage that require my whole family to transfer it from place to place. This must the culture of us who still live on top of the greens. Being very outdated, outmatched and outclassed. Despite not being blessed to be a Cassandra, I can still sense the pressure exuding from everyone during the orientation. Besides most obtained straight A plus in SPM ( I met one with 11A+s), all of them was swathed with those coruscant brilliance aura, confidence and charisma. I feel myself to be so little in the midst of them. The overwhelming intimidation deterred me once again from sequestered myself from the cycle. Being entangled in the state of brouhaha, I am still quite perplexed by the whole transition. It all seems to be overly inchoate and ethereal. My itinerary to find compatriot commences no

My ambivalence towards separation is unambiguous. One by one, our bonds are severed with no mercy because this is the real life. When all of us are segregated, the common link between us has faded more and more. No more mutual topic and understanding. Every congregation is chockablock with uncertain awkwardness. Notwithstanding, it is the time to evaluate myself the second time on my adapting prowess. The first transition from primary to secondary requires me a presemester test and three months to gather a group. I wonder how long does it takes this time. I hope I am not in the state of catatonia or emotional breakdown until then. The phantasm is persistent. The emergent deployment of multi-faceted solution left is to peel off my self-conscience bit by bit. The sole thorn encumbering my path is the trepidation that depredates on my chutzpah. The time has arrived for me to be self-indulgent and become a dissolute wastrel to boost my immunity towards the deprecation of peers. No longer

Everything happens for a reason. That's what my friend advises me. My initial dismissal regarding this aleatoric element was proven unfounded at the end of the day. The corollary to the loss of something deserved is gaining a much more rewarding windfall. The recent documentary which I favor, "Asia's Most Deadliest Snakes" just proves how lucky I am. The scene of snakebites from India is horrifying especially a victim's leg that is still pitch black even after two months. These stealth assassins often wanders into homes and is very grumpy. I don't want to be right there. The onset of my medical abecedarian life shall commence in less than a month period. Although this lucrative offer detracts from my original path, it has given me much more gratifying outcomes than I anticipated. Besides located in an asphalt jungle, it also houses many of my known mates, a theme park and a wonderful residence. The acme of this MBBS is the opportunity to complete my final year

Every teardrop of heaven is a waterfall. The torrential tune of sorrow exuding from the depth of heaven is dampening and nondescript. The week-long guest in the form of heavenly blessing shower creates a moment of stillness, emptiness and coolness. A impeccable period to lick the wounds and pacify any unfavourable emotions. The best way to conquer stress is to face our surreptitious fear. After hours of meditation, I can finally acknowledge my insecurity of fate. Perhaps my cowardice has led me to fear the lucky ones. The imminent hazard to be ostracized. The malevolent future of being the second class. Yes, my phobia has triggered my phantasmagoria into a monster. Hope is the tenacious thread that I can hinge upon through any muddles. There was a novel which I read that pose a challenge to the journeymen that wish to enter the kingdom of bliss. When asked about the most prudential aspect of life, one answered," Love." He was turned away to ascertain another gate. The second

This is the story of us. The scholarship drop-outs. It has been exhilarating last few days. Imagine being the victim of the tug-of-war between two opposing forces and receive points for the multitude of negative comments targeted at us for being selfish, ungrateful, noobish, mute, undeserving and overly self-conscious. That is quite fun just like being awarded with a double slap when reading news report, readers' comment and bloggers' view. Perhaps it will be better to brainwash myself that I am a total loser. This will be much more appealing than any consolation, prayer or counseling. It is much better to swallow and digest the truth that doing nothing and then empty handed anyway but not the other way round. When every shut eyes conjure the image of mocking words and the replay of a concatenation of lucky events, I am now short of sleep, deprived of rest and devoid of spirit. It's a unorthodox way to ensure that I can perform everything for 24 hours albeit no rest. Defini

Ultimate failure strikes. The inevitable fact that I am truly left behind. With almost everyone I know follow their own path and control their future, I guess the only loser left is me. Being socially awkward all the time, I am now being compel to fraternize with other strangers who view me as an extraterrestrial life form. Building a whole new relationship is a tough task starting from bowing to them and following their orders. Too tired to speak. Too weary to know. Too exhausted to understand. Solitude is my life thread. When appealing become the only option, it means no choice altogether. Since all the foreign vacancy are taken beforehand, there will only be local offer for me. I might as well take form 6 and repeat the cycle and got rejected again. A-level or any colleges are beyond my parents capabilities or job insurance. The journey of becoming an eternal loser leading a boring life begins now. Having sleepless night everyday, it means taking 8 painkiller a day to have a short

To me, feast is food, chat, drink and the cycle continues. This week is so full of gatherings, feast and eat-outs resulting in my rounder stomach. My bad habit of overeating is taking its toll on me. Just this week, the toothache-fever-stomachache routine strikes mercilessly for at least three days. Since it's so tiring, I am resort to the natural curing method---------- sweating. No medicine or drugs, I healed miraculously. Jolt of joy. My slumber state is awakened by a kiss of perspiration. Nevertheless, the worst thing of attending merriment is you are hungrier than home eating. When I eat with a specific family, I always have to search for food upon reaching home. Whenever the dish is served, they take the lead and only bones are left after it departs from their seat, literally. Please, they are not some wild people dying for food. This time, I have enough. When history repeats itself, I reached across the food and exclaimed loudly that there was no flesh left. Soon after, they

Mirror mirror on the wall, whos the foul beast rejected by all? Most expectantly, my image pop up on the dusty glass surface. The first rejection: scholarship. The string of Harap maaf, Dukacita, Sorry, Not Shortlisted and Regretted is disheartening for my weary eyes. Unfavorable replies( in some cases, zero response) speak for my incompetence. Perhaps I am not fit to be the candidate for the deserving competition. The second rejection: sympathy. It's finally dawned on me that I am a cold and inhumane person. I can empatize with anyone if it means knowing exactly what people are currently possessing and their depth. Sadly, I am unable to relate to them or even sympathize with them. Albeit how deeply I am touched, I still think like a separate being. The third rejection: pleasantry. I never sugar-coating or advertising as it just too fake for me. I am frank with everyone speaking my thoughts with no concealment. I am thankful because everyone are frank with me because they can creat

New feeling: Awkward First, let's picture a scenario. You are at a gathering. A friend of yours brought along a former friend of yours who have committed the deliberate act of ignoring you and some other guests after leaving primary school. Will you immediately try to get on his or her good side to rekindle the relationship or simply play the You-no-call-me-I-no-call-you game? This is the latest emotion added to my list : awkward. New exposure: Seinen manga Since I'm now officially 18, I am now eligible to read seinen manga which targets those from18 to 40 years old. Note that seinen is not hentai. I now understand why the underage are not supposed to approach this genre. This genre specially explores the worst side of humanity------- killing for fun, free sex, twisted logic, beastly desire and gross fantasy. I just read the summary and review of Beserk. Totally nauseating. It begins with an ominous note. The protagonist was born from a woman hanged at the Hanging Tree and sup

The day has come. My pulse is abnormal. I am nothing but fidgeting all over the place. Only when my mum came to fetch me then I desisted. Since mine was scheduled to be eleven something, so I am ushered to go to Pustaka Negeri early. TWO HOURS EARLY. I am really surprised to see only a few people there. Thank God Allan is there. At least there is a spot of familiarity in the midst of unknown. And then, the worst part came. Due to the absence of several applicants, my name was pushed forward at the spot. That just means that my interview was TWO HOURS EARLY. Everything just rushed to my head and I can't think anymore. I just strolled along like broken puppet. We are placed at a room with the other group which has interview at the same time. Someone gave us a briefing and ask us to keep everything secret as it will elevate others and endanger yourself. He even joked that this is the time to be selfish. Sice I has zero chance to get it anyway, I might as well spill it all out. Course:

Suddenly, I so hooked on hip-hop music. The artist really is a wizard to rekindle my interest in this genre. Who determines what is right and what is wrong? God? Government? Media? Religion? This clique question has secured its significant place in many series, especially the cop+criminal+psycho drama, sci-fi movie and radical movement plot. The enquirer of this question is often not accepted in the rigid society and viewed as twisted person. ( Now, I am worried about the psychology test. I secretly hope that I am not dragged off to the psycho hospital in the middle of interview.) People do the right thing for the wrong reason and the wrong thing for the right reason. Should we judge people based on their intentions or actions? A character who formerly is a crook and now lose memory turning into a saint-like goody-goody makes a recurring appearance in many twists existing in fiction. Will his current good deeds make up for his past crimes or be punished regardless of his contribution?

This is a very rush post as I need to catch up with some series. Anyway, I was greeted by surprise after surprise this week. Bad and good surprise. This is the week when I was most touched by a song lyrics. Maybe I'm a dreamer Maybe I'm misunderstood Maybe you're not seeing the side of me you should Maybe I'm crazy (Maybe I'm crazy) Maybe I'm the only one (Maybe I'm the only one) Maybe I'm just out of touch Maybe I've just had enough Maybe it's time to change And leave it all behind I've never been one to walk alone I've always been scared to try So why does it feel so wrong To reach for something more To wanna live a better life What am I waiting for? 'Cause nothing stays the same Maybe it's time to change Maybe it's hopeless (Maybe it's hopeless) Maybe I should just give up (Maybe I should just give up) What if I can't trust myself? What if I just need some help? Maybe it's time to change And leave it all behind

Yeah 3x. SPM result is out. At least, it is way better than the one that I dreamt about prior the fateful day. Looks like I lack of precognitive ability. Who says that our wish will never come true? Filling the particulars of the scholarship form is so troublesome. Severe headaches linger over the available scholarship and courses. None of them are familiar and sound very hard to study. It's really a relief to know that I still have many months before any further study. Somehow, happy mood seems to diminish and gain less prominence after SPM. We used to be more crazy after every semester exam and happy atmosphere proliferates even if the results make our eyes fall out. This week may be our last chance to meet each other. The past few years is full of sweet memories (and in my case, horrible nightmare). During those years, we are like couples indulging in honeymoon. Now, it's time to break up and follow our different pathway. 分手快乐 祝你快乐 你可以找到更好的 不想过冬 厌倦沉重 就飞去热带的岛屿游泳 Let's wel

Birthday is like the silver lining of the cloud, or is it? Rumor of birthday curse is spreading like wildfire. Top Chef season 4 witnesses the ominous hex. Many chefs are eliminated nearing their birthdays. If the curse is real, I don't ever want to think about the results. ( as if I can't get enough of bad luck) Invasion of pests is so annoying. The proliferation of lizards always ends with their poops all over the place. And, the red ants are crawling all over the wall and weave their nests in between the two leaves. Ridsect smoking become the only way to ensure that their corpses are laying still and stuck onto the wall. Well, the wall become a shade of magenta, definitely not my favourite colour. I just hope other pests learn their lessons and roll in their deep. Godlike Icarus way to go. My favorite Warcraft unit is finally made the Dota hero. Here are the skills. Icarus Dive Phoenix dives forward in an arc with a fixed distance in the targeted direction, deali

Lost & Found sign. Relief. Miracle. Blessing. For those who lost their belongings, this sign may be their saviour that emasculate the pain. For the rest of us, this is just another nuisance that appears frequently in English test paper. Couple more days to go for the result. It's time to prepare a bucket for my sad tears. People are the easiest and hardest to be lost. With the recent blooming of Facebook, finding lost people now is at our convenience. In my case, I found them, lost them, found them again but lost the connection reducing us to mere strangers and enemies. Mortal alert. Lost is dangerous. We may lost in lust, lost in violence, lost in mystery. Losing sanity, feeling and conscience is lethal. For proof, feel free to search for Battle Royale in Wikipedia. Viewer discretion is advised. I lost my grip on my emotion. Compassion and passion are absent. Living like a hollow puppet that walks across the surface of the Earth. Now, I'm on my quest to rediscover their w