Help me peeps! ^_^

Sunday, January 16, 2011


I can walk down the street, there's no one there
Though the pavements are one huge crowd
I can drive down the road, my eyes don't see
Though my minds wants to scram out loud

I feel free, I feel free, I feel free

The dream of freedom will never be achieved if we are still looking in the past.

Saturday, January 15, 2011


Everyone is now a big fan of Lady Gaga and It's of course including me. Some of us have gone to the stake of worshiping her songs, images and her religious view? I wouldn't know that. And there is a major news here, everyone is now talking about her images that got something to do with the Free Mason thingy and kabalah..(you can google search it for more details) 

Something is just not right about her or maybe (most probably) it's just people's dirty tricks, putting a bad image to the members of the public's minds to make she looks really bad. These people are definitely the one who envies of Gaga's success. but again, i wouldn't know that. From my personal point of view, she is rockk woooo...her fashions and songs are KEWLL...

so, this is not a serious judgement or examination of her that I want to make here, but it's rather a compliment and 'wonder' regarding her choice of fashion-ing herself...

What do you guys think of this? Very superbly attractive? This is what we call Libidinous..don't you guys think it's a bit kinky and it's kinda exhibiting her lustful desires? I don't know different people have different thoughts. ^_^ but this is gorgeous... 

I chose this picture because I think, this is her best attire of the year. Everything is just sooo compatible to be put together as a set. Maybe except for the star or something that she holds (whatever it is). It looks really shabby, it's gonna be hard for her to carry it around and to leave it to someone to hold it, I will say that the action is just selfish. She can just choose not to have that in the first place. aha! some improvement can be made though, put it on top or her head, then it will be the greatest attire of the year,,huhuhu and needless to say, everyone can see that her hair is wonderful, where did she do that? I'd like to try it...hmm (credits to the late-Alexander Mcqueen for the la-couture)

This is yuucckkss, I'ma beef eater yet she asked someone to get the adult's bovine's beef to be cut and to be tailored? errhh,,,I hope she didn't get attacked by astray dogs or sushi eater for the anything that she has on her body, especially this one.     

And this one too, but this is the second version (less-everything version) so you can see most of the parts of her body. This is not sexually attractive, but it's rather a frigid! (sexually unresponsive) it makes man wanna barf so girls and boys, If you wanna avoid yourself from being the victim of harassment, wear this to shopping mall, to 

This is cute!!!! But still weird, but this is Gaga and everyone adores her for this. Can find the resemblance with the picture below? what do you guys see?


I find more and more reasons to live on earth. Thanks to God.

Well Ladies and Gentlemen, it's not that I'm planning to die sooner but I personally think, we need to enjoy life more and teenage life would be the best time to begin with all of the plans we have in mind.
Giddy up man! Rock your body! So this evening, some friends of mine and myself, we went to "Pusat Kecemerlangan sukan Bangsar"  and we swam...Swimming is always gonna be good and essential for health. It keeps our lungs..(Lungs??? I'm bad with facts and sciences) tip top condition and it might as well be like, hmm it builds up our muscle especially the ones at the chest, triceps and 

Who knows, few more months I'll become this??

Euuww this is so disgusting, a very hideous monster..
Don't even imagine me with the bulges all over the body (especially the one in the centre

we had a great time there, I never knew that I can swim very well and I can even jump and swim and dive like Michael Phelps lol...This is the synchronization of time during our adventure to swimming port in Bangsar. 
we prepared everything before 2PM and yeah, we had everything taken care of before it and we departed exactly at 2.30PM. I wasn't really well at that point of time, running nose, mucus all over the nostrils yucckkss and even my heart didn't seem so good like it's predicting something would happen. (Fortunately nothing had happened) and then, after 10 minutes in cab, we reached the Bangsar sports centre. Again, luck was always with us, no one there except for the life guards and us. So, we swam and played in the swimming pool like there's going to be no tomorrow for us. But it didn't seem to be like it for one of my friends, he doesn't know how to swim (factual statement), I won't bother to much about him, it seemed to me that a lot of people was willing to help him with his swimming skills. so I dived and swam all over the place. And then, after approximately 30 minutes, there were people coming and surprisingly, Stefani came too. One of the lecturers in International languages department. she wore two piece, I didn't greet her because I knew everything would be awkward if she knew that we have seen her somewhere in IPBA..yeah her students of course...

A lot of other people were there and I saw kids around 4 to 5 years old, they can swim fabulously. They didn't seem to be afraid of deep place at all..seriously, they can swim faster than my friend who I said before skilled-less. There were two people monitoring the kids which I believe are their father and the maid from Indonesia...Maybe their father would like them to be in swimming team replacing me and Michael Phelps,,,lol

After sometime, a bell rang and it indicated that we need to settle down with everything already, we must be ready to leave the pool. So, I took the last 'bite' in the pool and splashsshhh ...That's all for my story..and yea, one more thing, when I become a teacher I want to train my students in swimming sport because I know I have the capability of doing it. I just know it ^_^ 

Michael Phelps, my swimming training partner ^_^

     This is me, a merman :P

Friday, January 14, 2011


This is going to be my favorite entry, I want to write about my preferred boy band above all others and this group is beyond everything compared to all Malaysian artistes.

Basically I want to say that they are the best...The songs that they sing, the genre is a bit different from other boy bands and other girl bands too.

If you listen to one of their songs (I'll be back, again and again and bla3x) you will find it unique and OH my GOD How am I supposed to express this? I can't find the rational of any supposition that will fit to their songs. I can feel like I'm with them, dancing and shaking my body, you know go along with the waves. I imagine myself with other burlesquer usher them singing and we dancing in a real wild moves. This is kinky and stimulating...(This is not right, don't try this at home)...some of my thoughts are repugnant, abusive to minds and mind you, words can be compelling. so, stop ranting and focus to the song...This might not be their latest song but enjoy this...
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It has been a long time since I last updated my blog. Well today I think I can enlighten you guys with my writing. I always would like to come with whole new fresh ideas for my write up, but it seems to me that ideas wouldn’t always come along when you really want it. So, by luck and by chance, I come across a fundamental emotional determining character that activated my spirit to write. I finally found myself, the real me.

Enough with the rants, I would like to share something that I’m sure all of you will be thrilled by it. People once called me “Internet bergerak” or can I just say it like hmm people call me as asperser or someone who embarks a real bad thing about other people. Or in other word, a slanderer. Yea, definitely a slanderer!

I have a friend; his name is Mr Anonymous…

Well we don’t really like him and he has gone to a limit where everyone cannot stand him. Sometimes his actions are a little overboard.

He has this cute face and everyone adores him. But his voice is rather stentorian to me. He keeps on pestering me like there is no other friend who would content him. He has got everything, charm, look, and name it I wouldn’t want to accolade him much here. It’s just hurt me more.

Back to my story, he has done something bad to me, very bad. He uses me for his sake (I’m not his sugar whatever you call it, we are just friend) and yea, he only needs me when he feels he needs me up till now. The process of hating him has been an ongoing process because of this accident. I shall tell you briefly of what it is.

Well two years ago, I was bestowed with these great wisdom and sagacity and everyone was looking for me to get their homework done. Well I was not too happy about it, they didn’t learn anything by just copying, so finally, I was the one who “untung” I got to refresh everything and yea I felt great seeing everyone failed on their exams. Ain’t I wicked? I guess not…

So, back to this guy’s story. He did the same thing too, asked me to solve his homework and yea I did it. But something came up and the answer I gave him was wrong…Shit!”£$% he told everyone how stupid I can be sometimes and that was really embarrassing. You know how it feels when we are shamed with someone who is stupid-er than us??? I didn’t go out from my room for one week. I didn’t let anybody to come near me. =.=”

From that day, I made up my mind that I won’t help anybody with their homework, but I will teach them how to solve it instead. I know this story might seem silly but it has a moral value in it too…

The moral of the story is, don’t let anyone use us and vice versa for there will always be a karma coming after us. But i hate this karma, people make fun of me yet they didn't remember what have I done to them...I shouldn't have helped them from the beginning. Don't help people ya peeps...

Friday, January 7, 2011


Modern love letter (Amusing letter)

I think most of you have read this letter of love and I personally think that this is the best letter I have read, ever, in my entire life. It is very simple yet funny if you really understand it and it is going to be something 'intrigue' if you let it simmer and marinate in your brain. Why do you need to let it simmer and marinate in your brain? well just in case if you want to try some new style of writing love letter to your lover..This might be the best first starts for it. Thanks to my ex-mentor (he gave this letter for 40 of us)...I wouldn't want to mention his name here, he's too famous and he doesn't need to much attention here. ok..back to our is the letter...

Dear Samantha,
I am very happy to inform you that I have fallen in love with you since Sunday, the 17th of August 2008.

With reference to the meeting held between us on the 17th of August 2008 at 1500 hours, I would like to present myself as a prospective lover. Our love affair would be on probation for a period of no less than three months and depending on compatibility,would be permanent.

Of course, upon completion of probation, there will be continuous relationship training and relationship appraisal schemes leading up to promotion from lover to spouse. The expenses incurred for coffee and entertainment would initially be shared equally between us. Later, based on your performance, I might take up a larger share of the expenses. However I am broad-minded enough to be taken care of on your expense account.

I request you to kindly respond within 30 days of receiving this letter, failing which, this offer would be cancelled without further notice and I shall consider someone else. I would be happy, if you could forward this letter to your sister, if you do no wish to take up this offer.

Thanking you in anticipation.
Yours sincerely,



Dear Max,

Please refer to your letter dated today. I am pleased to inform you that I hope to accept your proposal for romance.

However,you should be informed that there are certain conditions of acceptance. Promotional prospects should be to my satisfaction. In addition, please enlighten me as to your retirement benefits. Gratuity should be generous. 

I also need to be assured that there is sufficient security with regards to this commitment. If there is any chance at all of retrenchment or consequent disinterest on your part, then I should receive monetary compensation according to union standards.

Due to the nature of my position, I am sure you will agree that an expense account should be arranged for my access in light of the 'VIP' I shall be entertaining. In addition, housing and transport allowances should be in order and nothing less than a jaguar is acceptable. 

Please also note that there should be no moonlighting restrictions placed on me. If you are still interested in the relationship,please reply as soon as possible as other prospective lovers have indicated interest.

Please also note that my sister is happily employed.

Yours perhaps,



These two letters are written with regards to the modern world of today. We can still find love letters like what people used to write with all the jargons love, darling, honey and etc though...I would not doubt that, but now, the world has changed, to keep pace with the advancement of time and technology, people have changed their style of writing. It is indeed very modern, very contemporary, but I just don't feel too right about it. This is the example of the old love letter...


Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;...........

If I were to compare the semantics used in the writing (sonnet 18) and (the modern love letter) sonnet 18 is written with passion and appreciation..whilst modern love letter is written so formal that it tends to turn out to some business matter. So which one would you prefer? As for me, I would like to try Modern love letter. You know how money-oriented people's mind am excessively concerned with material possessions and I do hope that someday, somebody rich will approach me and I don't have work hard to make money. This is my new year's resolution alright. If you want to comment that i don't know what and how to write, please go on, I am still learning,,,

Thursday, January 6, 2011

One Step Closer to Maxis Om Nom Nom Race

Hi there readers...This entry today is specialized and dedicated to Nuffnang crew for the competition they are offering. This is such a gold rush for me.

“Giddy up man, there’s a lot of food and prizes to win!”

My friend  showed me the link to the competition and asked me whether I'm interested in taking up this challenge or not, and I read all the information thoroughly and found out that the competitors will be able to eat a lot of glorious food. yummy3x ^___^

Why I would love to be a part of  maxis Om Nom Nom Race? 
Ladies and gentlemen,
Presenting, the reasons why I would love to join this race.

This is indeed a very exciting news for a droller like me (mind you I’m not Gerry Droller lol), I wouldn't want to miss the chance of eating glorious food which I'm sure it's going to bring great happiness and thankfulness to me. When other people say that they can eat a horse when they hungry, the saying applies differently to me, I think I can eat the giant even when I’m not hungry.  And yeah, three to four or five courses of meal will do nothing to me. I will not even going to get fat. (My metabolic rate is very high). I came to know that the race will be from 8 in the morning till 7 pm. That is sure going to be a long time and I am also informed that there will be plenty of surprises waiting.

11 hours of race and we need a good navigator so I think Iphone application finder301 will give me much help. It helps Malaysians to find and share what is the best around us. So by this, I'm sure we will be able to finish the race faster and keep our stomach filled too. But, sometimes, I tend to forget to recharge my Iphone battery and I need to have a back up for that. I will keep my netbook in my bag and bring along with me a wireless broadband so I can use them whenever I think they are needed. Aren’t they just too sweet? It’s a win-win situation though. Having netbook in our hand or Iphone or either one of them will keep us in pace with everyone else. It’s like we are really cool and it also shows how sophisticated we are. 

So, in the race, if we are chosen, Azham Vosovic and I...
We will promote the advantages of using Iphone with the finder301 navigation and the vital of owning a broadband wireless at the same time. But I don’t really care to be put in other teams though; I can get to know more and more people. But if we are together, I'm sure; the sale of Iphone and the broadband will increase amazingly after our promotion. I was once a promoter in a shopping mall at my place. Maxis has been my best companion compared to other networking companies (I wouldn't want to state the name here). I live in quite a rural area, so maybe they just won't help people like us communicating with the outside world? Perhaps? Well I don't know that. But thanks to maxis, you guys saved us from getting lacked behind and letting us civilized.    
This is Azham Vosovic's blogpost regarding Om Nom Nom Race, check it out ^___^

p/s= My T-shirt size is M ^^

Wednesday, January 5, 2011


He was still good. Still capable of giving me contentment. But business was still going to be business. We had our dinner a bit late that evening. About 10pm. It was supposed to be time for my usual supper. I didn’t mind it, he was with me. Our dinner was light, I didn’t dare to take up heavy dinner, I was warned that my cholesterol reading wasn’t so good nowadays. I guessed I was pretty young to be fallen with diseases. I started working. Asking him inside and out regarding the case. I treated him as a real client. Deep inside, I was mesmerized, captivated by his ‘man’ scent. His pheromone was too powerful, it was inevitable. My eyes darted to his hands, throat and other body coordination’s. I was taught to detect deceivers from the way they behave. He behaved normally. Normal enough for me.
“She died three days ago?” I didn’t give too much interest on this case. I hated her. I had to thank to whoever had killed her. I grinned to myself. Giving a fake smile and Alexs reacted towards it.
“Why were you smiling? She had died and they accused me for killing her.” He started to backing himself up.
“I know, you don’t have to tell me that, I’m all aware. Where were you when she was killed? You don’t have concrete alibi to defence yourself”.
“I wasn’t in the town; I was attending a meeting with executives from  Em-Kay Trading. We were there for three days. When I got here, I came to know that she had died”. He answered me nonchalantly.
“I believe that, but we need evidences, or else, I couldn’t help you. I’m trying my level best to help you”. I coaxed him, to reveal other information about her, about himself, about anything.
“I didn’t kill her!” He was screaming vehemently. I just wanted to help but he wasn’t in the mood to listen. I was too pushy. I waited for him to calm himself down and started talking back.
“I know this ain’t going to be easy. But you gotta believe me, I couldn’t care less about her”. I was happy that she had died. “But you have to move on, I mean, you have to tell me what you know”. I knew this was going to be tough. I hated him at times like this, he was like some creature that wouldn’t be easy to handle when he got mad. I didn’t say anything wrong, I thought, so far. “Who cares? Anyway, if you feel like you don’t want to continue then that’s it! I’m leaving. At the moment he saw me leaving, his face turned very cold and icy. He knew he was wrong; a sudden force of remorse surrounded him. I walked slowly, knew that he was going to call me. “I don’t care; this is the only way he would learn. I’m the real bitch!” I muttered silently. Few steps before I reached my car, he called. This time it was different. There was something else, his heart was screeching out loud, but I couldn’t hear it. It’s a broken hearted man that needed to be treated. He was pathetic. I pitied him. I stopped and waited. Few seconds were gone; he reached for my hands and hugged me.
“What is wrong with you?” he took my hands and walked to the car, he didn’t answer. “I need you, I didn’t need her”. He whispered. Yeah you needed me; you had made the biggest mistake attached to her. I knew somehow you would regret it. God answered my prayers. Just like the movies, that’s how it should be.


My dearest readers...
my blog is quite weird, there's a story (continuously) and there's also jabbers. For the story part, it is actually a short story written by me, and it's in progress, I have a little difficulty finishing it, you know sometimes I can't think of the story line and I get blurred too. so, it takes time, I don't have any idea when I am going to be able to finish it. I hope before the end of this year I can come up with few more short stories. My first short story is MORTIFICATION. Mortify can be defined as self-denial, cause to be ashamed and something like that. so, if you want to know more, you have to read all episodes of MORTIFICATION. thanks to Mr Azham Vosovic, he taught me how to categorize my writings so it don't get mixed up. 
I know that I'ma mixed up person, but I will make certain that my writing won't be like me. a lunatic lol...thanks for reading.  


“What’s going to happen to us? We are growing older; your family might want you to get married”. I began the conversation with low sulky voice.
“I’m not sure, I think we are going to move into new house after two or three years. Well that is what my father told me”. He was grumbling about it too.
“So are we going to separate?” I needed to know the answer.
He didn’t attend to my question but he hugged and kissed me. It was pathetic though. I knew this was going to happen. His father was a pious and actively participated in almost all religious activities. But I turned him this way. In the world full of liars and uncertainty. He was very ‘gentleman’ and we were in love. I personally didn’t think it was wrong; people have their own rights and choices. Even the emperor of China has thousands of concubines, and it wasn’t wrong for him to do so too. But the fact was only that, I was his ‘intimately’ associated friend.
“This is your new assignment”. My boss told me. Everyone called him ‘Duck’. I was new in the firm so I wasn’t sure why. It was probably be that because his mouth was big, especially on the upper lips and he talked a lot, giving away instructions and orders that annoyed people. I was asked to defence someone who was accused for murdering his own fiancée. My client was 25 years old, too young to be married. Tying knot wasn’t simple and I chose not to get married at all. It was a waste of time, money and maybe energy. For a fine woman like me, I didn’t think and didn’t feel the need to get married. It was not necessary. “screw those who married!” I grumbled.
I read through my client’s particular. My hands were quivering, my whole body was shivering. All information about my client suited him! It was him. My client was Alexs and I was correct. His fiancée Natrah was killed.
“This is going to be interesting!”. I grimaced. I never knew that he had a fiancée, someone who I knew very well. Someone I hated. I was relieved knowing she had died, at least my competition had lessen. I was on my way to regain my lost soul partner. I can sometimes be imbecile, and plus she had died. I would not felt remorse that I talked bad about her. Truthfully, I swore a lot of bitching words to her. She deserved to die. I must thank the murderer for killing her and I wouldn’t care to give him money if he insisted.
Natrah was my childhood rival. We were in debate team in different school of course. We competed and my team lost in the first round thanks to her. Her language skill was really good; she used phrase and words that I had never heard. Other than that, we were also fallen in love with the same guy. Alexs.
I didn’t play fair fairly. I knew that they were in loving. But Alexs and I were in love too. He was sexually strong and he used it in its best way. I couldn’t help it but to compete with her. I had a bigger chance winning. I knew I had something that she didn’t have. I realized something. Humans cannot adhere and abide with rules. Be it stringent or lenient. Deceivers and cheaters would always find their way. So did I. I played the part as an antagonist. I cheated them. Both Alexs and Natrah.
I met Natrah in cybercafé, one day. It wasn’t a plan, coincidently met her. I didn’t realize her presence then she greeted me. “Hey long time no see, after our last debate”. She grinned at me. I was shocked and mortified. She knew there was no way I could beat her and she played dirty mind game with me. Then we walked inside the cybercafé and took a seat close to each other. I didn’t know if I had taken a good seat or not. Close to my own rival? I hated her to the utmost. Then I thought of something good for me and evil for Alexs and Natrah. I started the conversation although I was not the type that would go for a talk first. I let people talk to me first. But this time was different. Devil in me pushed me that I would regret if I didn’t let the plan go as what he had arranged. God helped me, devil helped me too. I needed to separate them and in the end I would be together with Alexs. Only two of us. “Natrah, you can go to hell!”
“How is Alexs?”. I whispered to her, started the conversation.
“He seems fine; I talked to him last night. She answered without looking at me. I needed to kill her; I thought she was extremely obnoxious and annoying. I never felt so much hatred in my entire life. I talked to him too you bitch! My hands were quivering, stopping myself from banging her head to the computer’s screen. But I couldn’t spread that word and action out; I let them in my thought. I knew I had to play safe.
“Want to know something? Something interesting. This is regarding Alexs, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to miss this one”. I provoked her to see what I was going to show her. She showed some interest. I showed her “Tagged” that I created especially for Alexs to flirting. I even showed to her Alexs’s messages. She was pissed off. I knew my plan was a success. In my heart, I cried hilariously. The next day, I heard them broke up. A week later, I heard them made up again. I was speechless. Why did that and was that happened?
So I had a meeting with my so-called client. He was surprised to see me; I pretended to be surprised too. Just as the way he was. The discussion that we had wasn’t really a success. It didn’t go as smooth as what I expected. We talked more about why he left me, did he remember me all these time. I didn’t care about my client and case anymore. We decided to meet again that night to discuss. “This time it is going to be more solemn”. I thought to myself. Yet again, it turned out to be something else. That night was a lust for us.


“Yo Mama’s so stupid, she tried to drown herself in a carpool”. I began to read one of the jokes in my green ‘Yo’ mama jokes’ book. He grinned at me as if I made the euphemism came out to live. He got the meaning of the joke I spluttered out from the book. I like exaggeration. So I intently to make it funnier because I know he would like it. It was his turn to pick and read one of the jokes from the book. He took the book from me, his face was rather serious than few minutes back. But then I saw his quick smile and I smiled back to him.
“Yo’ sista’s so stupid; she tried to kiss someone’s hubby and got smacked for that”. He finished it with sarcasm. “That was not funny, why would she kiss someone’s husband?” I insisted. I tried to find the joke he read from the book. I couldn’t find it. With a splash second, I knew something was not right. He made that joke out and my assumption was correct.
“What actually you’re trying to deliver?” I muttered. I asked, seeking for clarification. His face turned unfriendly, with disgust. Out of sudden. Regardless that, I needed to know what was in his mind. He couldn’t possibly just throw that without something inflicted him to do so. I knew the time has come.
“It it something that you have to know, loving me? you are out of your mind!”. My heart shattered into pieces that was impossible to rejoin, I ran away as I knew what word he was going to throw later. I was right.
“You’re stupid, we are not going to last like this. It’s just something about you that everyone couldn’t accept it!”. I ignored him, my eyes had started to create a pool that was going to flood and spill and I ran without even looking back. Why didn’t he say this six years ago, when we were so close, when we were ‘together’?
         Six years relationship, six years memories together, it was all happy moment but I had to let him go. I had caught unmistakable symptoms that we were going to break up. Our last night together, he showed less affection, less passion. We were kissing with no hugging, he logged in facebook and chatted with another girl. I didn’t ask, I let him did whatever he wanted to do. He didn’t even kiss me good night. “Arghh”. I muttered. He didn’t respond and continued to sleep. In the morning, I had him sent me back to my house and on our way, we didn’t speak. We agreed to meet later in the evening and that was our last evening together.
My name was Jamie and I worked as D.A. (Defence Attorney) somewhere in nowhere island. I didn’t feel the need to state the name of the place here. I lived euphorically with my dog Amy Winehouse. But I rather called her Amy, I wasn’t sure myself why I named her Amy winehouse. I was not a big fan of her, a British singer and a draught. Amy wasn’t a draught either. I punched my friend in the face when he tried to give Amy liquor once upon a time. And they knew who I was. A woman of action. But I regretted for punching him, my left hand sprained for a week and you wouldn’t want to know what I can’t do during that period. Back to my Amy, she couldn’t even sound like Amy Winehouse. Hoarse and stentorian. A little husky I would say. My Amy barked and howled all the time regardless the time and it was sometimes very irritating. But I loved her, my only companion when Alexs left me. It had been five years but I couldn’t let the memories passed, flushed through my sewage system.


How these songs I write are for you
Even though the thought of us being together makes us blue.
This wasn’t our choice, it was forced
My Juliet was stolen from my finger tips.
Sometimes I still sit up at night, and stare at the moon
Inhale my sorrows as I try and mend this wound,
With every beat I can feel what is rightfully yours
And no matter where I go, from shore to ocean shores
I’ll be screaming for you, while the sweat drips from my pores.
If only you knew, I try and forget but can’t
All these thoughts just leave me here to rant.
You’ll never know how much you mean to me.
I dream every night of what we could be
The views we promised each other one day we would see.
As much as I want to leave this place,
Sad thing is I’ll always remember your face,
And how we could always light each other up
Lighting up the ones close to us as well, but
These flames we share our flickering, 
The wind of change is sickening,
Because it is blowing us apart
And I fear if either of us depart,
It would cripple either of our hearts.
You’ll never know
How I can still feel your fingers in between my own
How your eyes made me feel at home
These our my feelings, I’m sorry that I can’t make them known.
But what bothers me more than all,
Is we will never know what could have been.
If you were to fall,
If you were to sin,
I’m scared I won’t be there to pick you up so you can carry on again.
But someone else will, and thats the end.
Never forget though,
I’m always going to be here.
Maybe not in this town, but in your heart.
Just look deep in side you, and throw that dart.
I’ll be that bullseye you can always count on, even if you belong to another.
If theres one thing I was ever taught by my mother,
It’s don’t give up, and I’m not.
Even if I am becoming old and begin to rot,
May you be the mulch for my rebirth,
And bring me back to life on this Earth.
But this is false hope,
Like an addicts last hit of dope,
Because a relationship with you is what I want to sew,
But at the end of this day, You’ll Never Know.


This is my second entry, I'm going to share my self written short story.

it's not a good piece of writing, I am amateur and I am trying my level best to produce a book so people can read it during their free time and maybe, if my story is good, I want to have it published. well it's just not going to happen. maybe...I started my first chapter of MORTIFICATION during the semester break and until now, it hasn't finished due to a lot of inevitable difficulties. so peeps, I hope you will enjoy it. =.="   


Hi there unknown peeps, welcome to my blog. My name is Azam a.k.a Alexs Nuk, I'm 19, male, Malaysian. If you want to get to know me, be my follower and we can share a lot of things together here. Many things that even the things that you wouldn't want to hear, I will still share with you. I'm floozie-ing myself enough so that any dedicated stalker can easily emerge him/herself into the world of me.
P/S=There are stalkers on this page. ^_______^

Why do I chose "Libidinous" instead of something else?
What is Libidinous?

Libidinous is an adjective that can be interpreted as exhibiting LUSTful desires.It sounds very kinky if you don't know what I am trying to express here, the supposition is ambiguous. Yea I would know that.I might hear a lot of hypothesis regarding this matter, but if you spend a little bit of your precious time and listen to my explanation, everything will be crystal clear. At least my explanation is good enough to prevent my dearest readers from accusing me as a flasher or a sexual freak.

I named my newly created blog as "The Libidinous Me" because...I will write anything that attract my attention and I will make sure that they are going to be really interesting and seductive and the passion of me writing and the readers reading is called LUST.I'm exhibiting my lust (writing desires) through my write up. so that is my point. Although it's not sexually lust, I think you guys can get what I actually want to say here. so I wish you guys happy reading...