Phantasm

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 ...

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 ...

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 d...

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 incess...

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 ...

The first taste of Sunway Aesculapian is the product of the insalubrious refection that ails health. The momentary elope from the brouhaha has been refreshing and efficacious in taming the contumacious monster that is struggling to eschew the cage. Apart from discerning the apparatchik kidney kowtowing to czar, the sudden revelation, the crumbling of the supposed vintage year resplendent of justice is replaced by the sweetheart mechanism that is strewn across the whole dimension like the darkness that encapsulates the universe, is pretty demoralizing. The convalescent itinerary is unappetizing encompassing the abstemious diet and the bed confinement. The ominous lightning that reverberates across the heaven is compelling me to overdose medication. One can always distinguish the tutelage born from the interest as well as the compelling momentum. The repressive entourage, characterized by the fractious tone maiming at everyone's self-belief and yet demands complete regurgitation, is ...

I like how it feels. Excruciating, piercing and haunting. As the much celebratory annus mirabilis slowly devolves into the ominous annus horibilis, one would just wish that time will start to turn widdershins to the watershed that adumbrates the cavalcade of fiascoes. To adduce the prosperous harvest, lets just use the proliferation of song and dance, formerly exclusive to son et lumiere, to elucidate the current indoctrination. The implementation of rigmarole to illustrate the Rube Goldberg evaluation mechanism to showcase the facetious facet ends up miserably with a factitious exhibition. Watching the others showered in the exuberance and their exultant expressions creates a hollow nadir for me to jump in. The apogee of sadness is now. The moment of being invited to the doorstep of the double-faced bugaboo has bestowed no eclaircissement upon the wonder and mystique of potions. The endeavour to extort a mea culpa is hitting an impasse as the pockmark of myopia is far too affluent. Th...