Bravura

Jubilant ray san perfidious allusion, an endeavour of condescension no longer in exultation. Despondency, euphoria, denseness madness. An ornate eccentric Anaheim of the Orient. Chant to me, did the cool autumn breeze flounce of your lonesome essences?

Sacrilegious. Besmirch. You, doesn’t fits it all. Enthral. Beguile concaved the maze of contentious. With a florid brilliant style you captivates me. The whimsical tang of your oracle tresses is tres heavenly.

And you are in my capricious superlative reveries, in all the poignant moment, in all the virtuoso time.

I'm off for cuti Hari Raya. Tata.

Et Sequentia

Splintered densest, trolling sanity, we paraded the elation of lunacy. Clouds of perplexed impudence are the merriments moment. Darkens the celibacy. Move to the fore, or in between. My sagacity tells me the skirmish is almost over. For me, an ex x-men repartee is a yodeling sculpts of yore. Show me your valor, I’ll show you my colourful pallor.


Lullaby nightingale is a magical aluminiferous knight. You, me, dancing blithely under the gazing starlights.

And ask your heart and tell me the truth, while we’ll bask beneath the cenotaph rainbow of all things might.


To all my blogger friends, should I offended you in any way, please accept my sincerest apology.

Selamat Hari Raya. Maaf Zahir Batin.

Virgin Viremia

Trampling under perfidious smile, articulated thought of what your valour. I will keep on, scampering, in absent.

The poignant moment will come. Perspire with desire, fire is inspire.


We’ll see. We’ll see.

Troubadour

Delirium has its inane denotation. Trivium is it not. Scruples of me are not palsy-walsy. I love you. Black arts, white noise. They say nocturnes are rays of first heaven. Sipping through my parsec of honest and lonely dawn.

At times, I’m lost on my own specter of lunatic labyrinth.

And thank you, for you are the radiance of my illusory trompe l’oeil, and thank you for bright shining stars, of my darkness.

Endemic Pandemic

My heart is dancing in ecstasy, merriment moments, maze of twinkle. Continuously chanting impervious notion. I’ve found you. Galactic vacuum of sans empty space residing in my heart. Lowing the earth and shading the stars. Draining the impetus memories of melancholy. Brazing my blasé pandemic I’ve gathered, the end is almost here.

You are the facts lady, I’m the fictions madman. Heh.

And I am an ex x-men, when are you healing my terrain of sorrow?

Vertumnus + Yela..Rinduuuuu

Consecrated by a virulent sparkler, my life is a dreamy fantasy of dazzling luminary, illuminating my complexity cosmos. I’ll chant my sacred prayers under the winter rain. Not, an anthology of mortifies passage.

Weltschmerz is a rendering chronicle syndrome of yore. Blowing the might euphemism of stanzas. Flowing quietly, stirring the fountain of your soul, in perpetuity, in serenity.

Breathe it softly archangel, while I’m in eminence, while I’m drawn in constellation of love, enthralled, by immortal finery of your beautiful essences. Smile. Gaze deeply into my eyes and listen. Love, life is so full of deceit.Infinity is a just a numeral, impossible is discernible, nothing would change my adore, to you.

Let me hold you tight, we will melt into wonder. I keep on praying for you. Now tell me, did the wintry zephyr from my privy poetry, swept away your lonely universe?

And I miss you, even when you are here, by my side.

Como Mí Una Pregunta

Hmm… a few lovely things happened to me lately. The gists of it? I’ll keep it deep inside my heart.

And bersempena bulan Ramadhan ini, I’m being generous. Ask me any question you like. (Shut up drogba).

Except, mathematical questions, of course. Kekekekeke.

Come on nigga.

Shoot.

Seven Sins

Two of the most horniest Malay ladies a.k.a Viva and Shell tagged me. Ok add in Muddy, but he is not a lady, but i'm sure he is horny too (like me). I was threatened with a castration if I don’t adhere to their lust.. err no, requests.

So, please forgive me dear God.

Here goes.


7 things to do before I die
1. Get married at least once.. keh keh keh..
2. Settled down in a country surrounded with great friends and loving family.
3. Paragliding, buggy jumping, parachuting and/or Hand gliding at least once.
4. Adopt or having at least 2 kids.
5. Visit Pyramids (soon..!), Ancient Maya city, Guatemala and Great Wall of China.
6. Mastering Deutsch and/or Thai language.
7. Have a getaway abode near a beach. (Preferably in Spain, Thailand or good ol Malaysia)

Eh wait, those are Shell’s!. Hahahhahahahaha. Ok, below are mine.


7 things to do before I die
1. Performing my Haj.
2. Get married and have kids. Not married? I’ll adopt a baby, or two. And give them the best they can get.
3. Becoming a millionaire. Soon. He he he.
4. Backpacking across the globe in six months.
5. Have my own philanthropist foundation. I’ll name it with a combo of my mum and wife name.
6. Have my own retreat house, on a high hill or seaside. And a yacht to compliment.
7. Foursome. Swedish satu, Japanese satu, Brazilian satu. Wah, sungguh bercita-cita tinggi. Hahahahahaha.

7 things I cannot do.
1. Mathematics. Add Math. Statistics etc etc. Yea yea, laugh you may. This is an honest confession.
2. Mathematics with Angelina Jolie. (She likes to use my err..calculator)
3. Mathematics with Beyonce Knowles (Can you concentrate when she started shaking her booty?)
4. Play saxophone. But I can blow you ladies. Anytime.
5. Menjelma menjadi tengiling. No one can. Enough said.
6. Gerudi Inul.
7. Becoming a Mathematics teacher.

7 things that attract me to the opposite sex – Traits in my future wife
1. Brain
2. Beauty (This is to the eyes of the beholder, I might find her beautiful, you may not)
3. Speaks fluent English and another one apart from mother tongue (Tactical move to enhance my cursing words database)
4. Honest and Trustworthy. Love my mum like she loves hers.
5. Independent
6. A good cook (But this is a skill, meaning it can be learned)
7. Humble

7 things I say most often
1. Biiiiitch.
2. Aaaaaa?
3. Nigga please!
4. Rock on.
5. Wicked.
6. Ahaaaa
7. Mari kita berdangdut!

7 Celebrity crushes (Set aside the ones up there with the mathematics thingy, ok ok, I admit, the list goes to hundreds)
1. My future wife. She is a celebrity of my heart all right.
2. Kelly Brook (Ah, that brits accent. Yeah, only accent eh? Riiite)
3. Cikgu Sarimah Dam Dum Motobot (My Form Four Principal of Accounts teacher. She is very sedaps and berkrim.)
4. Lauren Graham (Lorelai Gilmore is sooo uuuuhh)
5. Audrey Hepburn. (me love you long long time)
6. Gwen Stefani (God, have mercy on us)
7. Darcy Wretzky (Ex bassist Smashing Pumpkins . Baby, love me like you love your bass)


7 people I want to do this

Don’t get me started the mass tagging again, how about some volunteers?

Tabula Rasa

Hallowing saturnine voyaging my impious mind, sacrilege is my impudent notion. An opus of condescension wallowing the alcove and cranny in me. Supercilious. Life is like a shrine mottled rainbow, it’s how you look the gist of everything. Intermittent, entwine. Inside, outside. Crème, noir and hasten. I’m the sentinel of essences.

Can I take a trip to your heart ? Liberty has its scent. Welcome to the labyrinth of my imagination. To explore your soul; archangel.

Let me whisper it to your ears. Whilst we’re basking under the mystified sporadic stars, in the elation of love.

You and me.

Eternity.

et al : Selamat Menyambut Ramadhan Al Mubarak!