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...

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...