Phantasm

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