Phantasm

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...