Eclipse
Are jc friends merely fair-weathered friends whom you sluggishly spend the next 2 years of your youth with? And after the major exams, bid farewell and disappear into the mists of obscurity? It'll be comforting to know if there was anyone out there who begs to differ.
Different walks of life, we come together as if planned, in a school which figuratively, is considered our second home until graduation. The bonds are weak and frail, easily-succumbed to destruction. Too many different ideologies, too little people with broad perspectives.
Then there are the hypocrites. Truth is, everyone practises hypocrisy to a certain extent despite how 'angelic' the person might seem to be. They smile endearingly at you with exuberant waves as if they have been waiting to catch a glimpse of your priceless face for decades, then later, disdainfully make cynical, rile and snide comments which could possibly have a slandering effect on you. The ironic part is that you learn of their actual perception of you less than a day later.
Next are the self-centered fuckers who refuse to 'bend the rules' or share their notes with you only to save their sorry ass at the end of the day. They have the worst amateur excuses when being approached for help. What's hilarious is, how they invest all their effort in striving ridiculously hard academically, only to have some smarty pants effortlessly beat them at their own game.
Lastly, you have the immature juveniles assuming that they know-it-all. They lack all form of professionalism in attempting to convey a message across to their desired recipient. Instead, they reform to using methods like making comments based on absolutely no proper grounds whatsoever, and glare at you in angst, hoping to initiate an uncivil dogfight. This makes me ponder, how did some people even end up in jc? Cream of the crop in the society? Exaggeratedly overrated. Its more ballocks from the backside than cells from the brain.
Retrospectively, my few months in yj has been a turbulent ride. You should see the kind of characters we have down here. I'd give anything for the indelible experience, and yet, at the same time, give anything to pass.
Crooked souls tryin' to stay up straight, dry ice in the pourin' rain.
Different walks of life, we come together as if planned, in a school which figuratively, is considered our second home until graduation. The bonds are weak and frail, easily-succumbed to destruction. Too many different ideologies, too little people with broad perspectives.
Then there are the hypocrites. Truth is, everyone practises hypocrisy to a certain extent despite how 'angelic' the person might seem to be. They smile endearingly at you with exuberant waves as if they have been waiting to catch a glimpse of your priceless face for decades, then later, disdainfully make cynical, rile and snide comments which could possibly have a slandering effect on you. The ironic part is that you learn of their actual perception of you less than a day later.
Next are the self-centered fuckers who refuse to 'bend the rules' or share their notes with you only to save their sorry ass at the end of the day. They have the worst amateur excuses when being approached for help. What's hilarious is, how they invest all their effort in striving ridiculously hard academically, only to have some smarty pants effortlessly beat them at their own game.
Lastly, you have the immature juveniles assuming that they know-it-all. They lack all form of professionalism in attempting to convey a message across to their desired recipient. Instead, they reform to using methods like making comments based on absolutely no proper grounds whatsoever, and glare at you in angst, hoping to initiate an uncivil dogfight. This makes me ponder, how did some people even end up in jc? Cream of the crop in the society? Exaggeratedly overrated. Its more ballocks from the backside than cells from the brain.
Retrospectively, my few months in yj has been a turbulent ride. You should see the kind of characters we have down here. I'd give anything for the indelible experience, and yet, at the same time, give anything to pass.
Crooked souls tryin' to stay up straight, dry ice in the pourin' rain.
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