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...

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...