Lovely Vista

Flicking through the dampened darkness of night, rowing indolent soul, blowing the repugnant vision. Repudiated morose. Dancing merrily, with scriptured verses of harrumph.

Misdemeanour of the heavens.

And the smell of lingering Burberry was charming divine, in this human mind.

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It was a simple spectacular event. The northern infantry arrived shortly after four. As the tryst begins, sheer sparkling sparkle, with arrangement made for a year. Trays were exchanged and I’m left with a smile.

As usual the questions were aplenty. The most revolting ones came from the beloved granddaddy. There is no way of escapism. Holding my hand firmly, and eloquent masters of ceremony beckoned;

“Kau tunjuuuuuuk aje yang mana, atuk pergi usahakan”

Yes atuk, I wish it is that easy.

Heh.

p/s : To all my uncles and aunties who had the most wicked laugh, no more duit raya for yewwww next Aidilfirtri. Hmmmmph.

Arcanum

Oh well, Santa has been very very busy lately. Now, tell me your wishes.

Ho Ho Ho.

Malaysia Tanah Airku

It was a quite pleasant jaywalking session I had; to back and forth Paya Lebar station. Neon lights flashing like a sproadic specious sinister. 3 Dolars beryiani dum. 60 cents Pokka Manggo Tea. Cheerio-cheerio inferno.

Gushing of breezy twist whirling on my sweaty palm, intermitten with a very lovely vista at The Muslim Converts' Association of Singapore.

Raining ablution. Profusion in confusion.

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Ah, to the land of Temasek. Boogieing my puny steps, encircling the atoll. Border sans border. MRTs after another. Bottles of mineral.

Almost exploding bladder.

One second romance. Two hours rooms. Three thundering slaughters.

Gerek seh.

Siesta Fiesta

Prancing delicious niff swirling under the dampened nose. Full condensation beckoned. Lights blinking with drizzling drizzle. Cool smog soothed the night. A crustaceans delight. Chillies in might.

And a group of wicked ghouls and a cat who ate every single thing within sight.

Keh keh keh.

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As the kompangs thundering its sinister, so I was there, smiling like a 14 years old on her first ganja journey. It was a fête, which Malaccan are known for their hideous bantering. Dondang sayang, pantun, toll gate money. Heh. Sheer merriment moments.

The splendid fireworks roamed the night. Splashing sparkle of jubilant splendour. Illuminating the dimness. Chasing away malevolence fortitude.

Delirium is just a word human can fathom. The rest, i'll keep it in my cerebral soul.

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The atmosphere in La Bodega was like a flickering rainbow, plunged in concave ravine. Copiously indumenta the generic phantasm phantom. The familiar faces of lovely divine. Laughers are every where. Strings of rhymes, mesmerising the ears.

Smoke it like chimes, happiness is not a crime.