With just days ahead and the months behind, the first semester's pomp finale isnt any simple fling. It is now down to a few nights. Countable on my available digits. Time seemed to slow down, to take on meaning as a sudden realisation of its reprecussions came in. Bullet time with a touch of zen. Yet the bygone months felt fleeting. Perhaps that is what happens when time dilates. The past appears illusionary, fast forwarded at 16X times normal speed. Or was it just because of the day dreaming I did during all those lectures? Wanderings are after all an everyday wonder. Along together with this new awareness comes the confusing screams of its monologues. How peculiar. Realization begets more 'mental noise' Szchizophrenia in the flex? Repetitious strings of cheesy 'movie name'-ish phrases resonate within my cerebral cortex;'CGPA 2.0:The Hunt for The Brood Burden', 'Study and Hatch" and of course 'Bujang Lapok'. Clique threats with a tone of class prejudice rose up, to become prevalent if not acceptible in my phyche. Amplifying this is the sober remindings of a stint promoting a self acclaimed 'health product', in the process of which my (mental) health is dangerously compromised. With just days ahead in wait, with the months behind in waste, the first semester's pomp finale isnt any simple fling. However, the inersial grindings of loath ensumes to engulf all those witch threatens its existence. In spite of the tweaks, the thoughts of dread and, of course, guilt, a refined sense of 'boh chap' and deliberate ignorance counters any attempt at action. Someone may quote pain as gain, but I say gain is pain.