Phantasm

The first taste of Sunway Aesculapian is the product of the insalubrious refection that ails health. The momentary elope from the brouhaha has been refreshing and efficacious in taming the contumacious monster that is struggling to eschew the cage. Apart from discerning the apparatchik kidney kowtowing to czar, the sudden revelation, the crumbling of the supposed vintage year resplendent of justice is replaced by the sweetheart mechanism that is strewn across the whole dimension like the darkness that encapsulates the universe, is pretty demoralizing. The convalescent itinerary is unappetizing encompassing the abstemious diet and the bed confinement. The ominous lightning that reverberates across the heaven is compelling me to overdose medication. One can always distinguish the tutelage born from the interest as well as the compelling momentum. The repressive entourage, characterized by the fractious tone maiming at everyone's self-belief and yet demands complete regurgitation, is ...

I like how it feels. Excruciating, piercing and haunting. As the much celebratory annus mirabilis slowly devolves into the ominous annus horibilis, one would just wish that time will start to turn widdershins to the watershed that adumbrates the cavalcade of fiascoes. To adduce the prosperous harvest, lets just use the proliferation of song and dance, formerly exclusive to son et lumiere, to elucidate the current indoctrination. The implementation of rigmarole to illustrate the Rube Goldberg evaluation mechanism to showcase the facetious facet ends up miserably with a factitious exhibition. Watching the others showered in the exuberance and their exultant expressions creates a hollow nadir for me to jump in. The apogee of sadness is now. The moment of being invited to the doorstep of the double-faced bugaboo has bestowed no eclaircissement upon the wonder and mystique of potions. The endeavour to extort a mea culpa is hitting an impasse as the pockmark of myopia is far too affluent. Th...

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...