Limbo, perplexed
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 principle of anti-cheating, the others may just crave for the imminent defeat of their opponents to alleviate their insecurity and satisfy their malice. The withholding of the constitutional element to the academic inspection may just be the stopgap to slow down their downfall. (And, they are eunuchs.) For those who have been victimized perennially, you should held your head even higher simply because you are deemed as a let in their plan for domination. I just wished the old gangs can be here to witness the exceptional phenomenon.
I have been through this fray once which just happens to incite an all-out cold war. It resolves with a plain reconciliation with no dramatic twist whatsoever. The alleged facade of being true to the rigid dogma are not ambiguous enough to cloud the perspicacious eyes. Procuring the perspicuous truth of one's side can just be achieved by scrutinizing the seemingly asymptomatic degradation in friendship. Basically, the sealing of a latent weapon and the repudiating of access to it by the worthy ones just because the proprietor can't fully utilize it is simply incredulous. While the temptation of vituperating the one being indicted lingers, it is much more better to let the bete noire have a mortal combat. My veneer is not going to be disclosed by this trivial matter. But, seriously you make me feel .......
Mustering,
Silent Gazer.
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 principle of anti-cheating, the others may just crave for the imminent defeat of their opponents to alleviate their insecurity and satisfy their malice. The withholding of the constitutional element to the academic inspection may just be the stopgap to slow down their downfall. (And, they are eunuchs.) For those who have been victimized perennially, you should held your head even higher simply because you are deemed as a let in their plan for domination. I just wished the old gangs can be here to witness the exceptional phenomenon.
I have been through this fray once which just happens to incite an all-out cold war. It resolves with a plain reconciliation with no dramatic twist whatsoever. The alleged facade of being true to the rigid dogma are not ambiguous enough to cloud the perspicacious eyes. Procuring the perspicuous truth of one's side can just be achieved by scrutinizing the seemingly asymptomatic degradation in friendship. Basically, the sealing of a latent weapon and the repudiating of access to it by the worthy ones just because the proprietor can't fully utilize it is simply incredulous. While the temptation of vituperating the one being indicted lingers, it is much more better to let the bete noire have a mortal combat. My veneer is not going to be disclosed by this trivial matter. But, seriously you make me feel .......
Mustering,
Silent Gazer.
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