Phantasm

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