Amorphous

I dread the time to relive the living nightmare of the past. The being smeared with the macabre odour has once again redeemed itself from the oblivion. After the departure from the la-la land, the Weltschmerz shimmers and fills the stratosphere with a melancholic patina. With the maverick starts to reforms itself from the pit of Tartarus, its unorthodox blackmailing signified by the fustian karma conjugated with the sardonic sneer will halt any exorcists from expunge the purity of the abyss of darkness. The surfacing of vicious circle in the midst of our lebensraum has given birth to the ripple effect that threatens to drag all of us into the cauldron of turmoil and the maelstorm of unease. The only viable option is to secure the most powerful arithmetic sigil for the sealing of the imminent incantation. I wish it were only that simple.

The traditional saturnalia is now sadly curtailed to a minuscule function. The argosy of bliss has a gulf between now and then. The modicum of cenobite in a certain vicinity has taken away the viaticum required for the junket to indulge in the occasional extravaganza. Faced with the vacuous hall, the celebration passes by de minimis and the magnitude of the empowerment resembles the physique of a picayune. The congregation between individuals that rejects speed and embodies velocity should have just end with the predecessor standing still for eternity instead of berating the voracity of others. The world would have progressed much faster without you.

While blood and gore made their glorious entrance in the underworld, the spectacular gymnastic manoeuvring of Selene has undermined much of her emotional side towards her daughter. The 3D effect that pursues every explosion and apparition of unlikely ally and foes might has taken away the anticipation of the customary sex scene.

Steal,

silent Gazer.

Just

The Kite Runner is a bildungsroman that details the peregrination of Amir from childhood towards adulthood. The protagonist becomes the impeccable juxtaposition of justice and injustice, the struggle of humanity to slalom along the continuum of the best and the worst. The battle to uphold justice has encroached upon the territories of the families, peers, countries and self. In his endeavour to obtain paean from Baba, the fatherly figure and the lodestar worshipped by many of the society in a small vicinity in Afghanistan, Amir has thread upon the cauldron that brews injustice by being a spectator to the ordeal of his servant, Hassan who is coerced into an anal sexual intercourse by Assef and the gang. The nebulous apparition of pride has led a desperate young child to treat a docile person as a guilty pleasure with the ramification of having a double life that honours brethren in private while hinting noli me tangere towards the closest person in the public. The desperate heart to glean fatherly love has created a monster that seeks to annul a 40 years bond for his own respite from the guilt by pushing the blame to a victim. The protagonist embodies a curate's egg, the prospective household gerent that has been embargoed by the family's blessing due to the congenital gift, whose envy and hatred have pushed him to towards a self-satisfactory torture of an obedient lamb. The dearth of love is terrifying.

The first week of school has been tuned into a much more relaxing pace after much tweaking of the timetable. Weaned from the accustomed faces, the maladroit of judging people mala fide stemmed from the past trauma has start to kick off. The end is coming. Giving up does not dovetail with the final showdown.

Vacilating,

Silent Gazer.

Ours

Arguing with sanctimonious people will always render yourself of being blasphemous. In any argument, there is always a group that espouse on relentless approach to gain victory. At times, it is futile to argue at all as the skull of the opponents are just too thick for the infusion of rationality. While they can remain indifference to all the plight, they will leapfrog others to achieve justice when they are pushed down from their seat of vantage. What ensues is their severe censure towards others for being such insular beings. I am simply amorous of their existence as the propinquity of hypocritical thinking lessens the espieglerie one has towards the cruelty of life. Their piece de resistance is no other than undermining others abilities while maintaining their superior stand to monopoly every single point of argument piecemeal. More important, we are safe and sound in the face of their vice.

Analogous to Niagara, the biblical alluvion has swept across the land being accompanied by a month of shower. The espial of archipelagoes forming on the road and the vapourisation of virga drifting away adding the sense of mystique. The penal housebound is nonetheless torturing but the providential of water inundation escape has left me grateful of the heaven-sent occurence. Drawing upon the lexicon from the shoestring budget, the nearing mobility will be a cakewalk. It is time to listen to the rain again.

Crossing,

Silent Gazer.

Firebrand

Immersing in two movies in a day at the cinema is a big accomplishment. After being served with the ambrosia redolent of suspense, Alvin and the Chipmunk seemed to pale in its juxtaposition with Mission Impossible. The predecessor is a brilliant reminiscence of Steve Jobs with the perfect deployment of affluent Ipad and Iphone throughout the motion picture to discombobulate the foes. Nonetheless, the scars of time has undermined much of Tom Cruise's youth but this has been counterpoised by his agility in climbing the Dubai Tower and pussyfooting the ledges. Though the bloody aphrodisiac is absent, I am thankfully awake as long as the clever riposte is there.

I am much averse to the the presence of cockalorum engrossed in the act of braggadocio especially during an outing. Let me enumerate the contents allegory to the sole pride -the tutelage of love and romance, the definition of marriage, the youthquake of sex and the proprietary aspect of a sacred lovefeast. The discussion rolls on and on though I am much kept in the dark of his source of such compendious knowledge as his participation is near to nil. Any suggestion put forth to question the theme is immediately crushed by the retaliatory speech revolving around the inexperience facet and alluding the demagogue to propose a mea culpa for unspooling sacrilegious words that challenge the conversazione, the pearl of his life.

The ideal voluptuous holiday is mired in the hemorrhage of time that prostrates the break from any intended fun. The slipshod act of disclosing vitality has led me to affront farcical sinecure and evade importunate questions. The sanguinity of the upcoming waves diminishes by the seconds and floats far away.

Cushioning,

Silent Gazer

Dike

While some consider home is a place to solicit closure, I prefer to label it as a respite from ennui. Treading the earth and skimming the horizon, I still fail to notice any skyscraper that emerges from the rich soil abhorrent to the conurbation of the foreign land. The painstaking task of waiting the result disclosure yields much surprise when the outcome outreaches the expectation. Nob obstante, the registration is disappointing under the auspices of a very uncooperative modem that turns the whole preparation into a fiasco. I just wish for the best.

Our teacher used to told the cabal that their rainbow elements will fail any sense of solidarity. To mock us even further, another simulacrum comprised of motley component has acquired the power to stay as one. Looking left and right, there are always some people missing. Perhaps the much celebratory sentimental trait that is hailed long ago has been forsaken by the creators. Changes are inevitable but I have expected much better than a diaphanous concept that struggles to survive.

Practising schadenfreude transcends all in Mean Girls. Just as the new girl thought she has stepped into the New Jerusalem, the act of gossiping put a kibosh to the beautific face and brings out a whole new perdition. Slaloming between the continuum of blackmailing quasi criminal flair and highschool defamation, the girls managed to initiate an all-out war between the students. Cruelty runs through the veins. The moment of eclaircissement arises when everyone has and has been insulted. Exorbitant immersion into the ersatz personality can at times transfigure a person totally. The dearth of depth and the surfeit of superficiality should be included in the meditation before looking at others' weakness and let the minatory echo sounds louder.

The paradigm shift among the music lovers is indeed terrifying when the manisfesto is the genre that perpetuates world is no other than the superficial pop and dance psyche. Music embodies the thought of humans and people and changes the pathway for artists. Just see the stark difference between the now and then.

Then

Now

Drifting,

Silent Gazer

Not

Upon deciding to travel to KL Sentral, one can always be bamboozled by its apparent simplicity. Insofar as I know, it is always a gamble. The ones blessed with luck will always find it to be as pedantic as other trips. Boarding on a right bus is aleatoric because it does not promise a safe voyage to the destined place. Nevertheless, the experience of being thrown horizontally, diagonally and vertically at every corner quasi pinball style is considered sui generis while the impromptu stopover at miles beyond the supposed rendezvous point incites the urge for public transport revolution, a close relative to the political makeover that has been mushrooming across the globe. Home is such a good place to stay.



Choosing the correct compatriots for different activities since their suasion prowess is apposite to adverse challenges. When one splurges, it is wise to except the intransigent amigo from the extravagant odyssey since their aplomb in pertaining their insight is forbidding. The incessant rigor pitted against the affordability. A paradox that accompanies a shopping mass. Risorgimento of shopping spree is fueled by the tantalizing discounts. The diaphanous hope of success in acquisition is always spearheaded by the presence of fear monger. Moving up the stairs faster than the amalgamation is the only insurance.



Transforming into turncoat is now a current trait. The surreptitious habitual action of clouding lifeline is often initiated by the seclusion which signifies the forced exodus of the ragtag and bobtail. The imputation of such behaviour to Judas is most appropriate. The trajectory of such concealment is often accompanied by the phobia and paranoia that threatens to topple down the whole castle. Shaking off this feeling takes a long time.



The nostalgic feeling of watching the nanny rises again.




Tentative,
Silent Gazer.

Line

The modicum, if not the absence of the plot has transfigured Immortals into one of those B-class horror thrillers that exemplifies gore in every scene and primal violence which reverberates throughout the cavalcade of tragedies. Once in a while, the silver screen will turn black thanks to the cut, creating a undesirable parenthesis that compels us to practise illegal download and a unison of boos, especially during the dark screen which conceals the sex scene . The be-all and end-all of the whole Greek myth adaptation commotion boils down to one facet, violence. Neither lachrymal moment nor inspirational modus vivendi is preached. What remains is just the copious quantum of mutilation, the ersatz hue of sanguinary, the devoid of compunction and the equanimity towards the prey's plight. The negligent attitude towards the mortals' supplication has shaped the monster that revels in the torture of victims, who have seek death as the liberty, which is left unheard.

I am always told that new can replace the old. But, they are wrong. The new provides a new vista but its reminiscing of the old's weakness is painful. While the obstreperous habitual action is banished, the bunco aims to beguile the spectators is here to stay. The Aesopian language that can only be deciphered by a certain slipshod as well as the reprehensibly crafted objection are the lock, stock and barrel of the old vendetta. The visceral action hitherto is confrontation but being sangfroid has become my resolve. The time to retract from the intoxication and self-denial and do some recollection of the past cannot be reprieved any longer. I don't want to be haunted.



Archipelago is slowly forming around the dent wearing the virga that threatens to sublime upon any careless steps. The invariable routine of dozing off in the rain returns bringing along the reminder of the inexorable infestation that has inevitably paints the room with its delicate splash of redness. I ensconced myself to the sanctuary. The sky is crying.




Sub rosa,
Silent Gazer.