Listen to me my sweetheart
Listen to me my darling
From the silence of the night
Beats of my heart calls for you
The shadows of moments
Has been lifted beyond my soul
Words of yours
Sings a tune in my ears
The wavy flocks of hair
Casts a moment of a heartbeat
My eyes are captives
Of gazes from your eyes
From the lips of mine
I will steal your sadness away
A prayer comes from those lips
The sighs of admiration for The Creator
So we unfold another day of mysterioum… the ever so unlucky day of mine where I had to deal with another bimbo… Seriously, why are they so many of you existing on earth??? Pleaseee enlighten me!!!
It takes every ounce of my energy to puke at their attempts and makes me wanna vomit blood, at times I feel sorry, but I give priority to myself so the feeling practically diminishes pretty fast…
So there I was out for dinner with a glorified bimbo, not that I had a choice but that’s for another reason altogether… Let’s just say it was unavoidable…
The first few minutes rolls up just fine, but a bimbo, being naturally her, truly believes that every man on earth could be brought to agreement by flashing her boobies or swaying her ass like a pendulum on a grandpa’s clock… it’s eminent no matter how hard they try, this inner slutty fiesta would reveal itself in matters of minutes, and that’s what happened!!!
So as if written in the bimbo manual, she uses the excuse of it being a warm night in a cosy restaurant to take off her jacket, revealing them jooblies and yeah, though the ass being totally smackable, the brain was somehow missing just like bits of clothes on her body!!!
See, there are men who goes goo goo ga ga on these ‘things’, but after dealing with ample (no pun intended) of them, a man would grow up and know that it’s all just a bloody show… You know somehow that the boobies are looking so super duper pumped up fine cos of a genius invention known as push-up bra…
Oh and bimbo, if you are chinese, no way on earth you could have lashes so magical naturally, and to those with a lighter shade of black, the foundation/compact you have plastered on your face actual falls like a cement, oh and hei, how come your neck and your face differs in color???
And just like your created fantasy, this too will fade as you face the future… Younger, hotter and sultrier bimbos are going to emerge, wiping you off from every avenue that you have getting equally loser men’s bowing to you… You know, in simple terms, the way you actually look when you wake up in the morning!!!
So be prepared for the day that when you snap the bra and have the jooblies doing the bungee all the way to your knees and that paraded ass looks more like a back of a tanker or when 300ml serum actually seems to work like splash of water… Oh and those guys who actually drool at you now and suddenly avoids you… hei, this is the trait of the losers, what did you expect??? Devotion??? Loyalty??? Oh wait, you’re a bimbo… tsk tsk tsk…
So don’t get all pissy and bitchy with me simply because your slutty methods of getting things done to your fancy doesn’t work with me… I have elevated myself way above and beyond, like I said, I rather be shopping in Harrod’s than Pasar Malam, I rather be dealing with exclusivity and avant-garde than having something that everyone have for a bargained price… Cheapness is out, privilege is in…
Everyone that knows me, knows that I respect women who are women and not hoes, women with substance gets equal and mutual respect from me, and also admiration for the way they actually carry themselves…
They are the fine ladies that makes a connoisseur of fine beauty like me kneel before them and say that ‘you’re a masterpiece indeed’. Someone who actually communicates intelligently and looks regal with her natural beauty… whose conversations doesn’t revolve around her new dress or her nails chipping becomes a national tragedy…
That being said, the mere reason of this post is me being appalled at the behaviour of a bimbo who couldn’t believe her ears when I told her no, and like every other bimbo known to mankind, behaved in a typical bitchy manner that just proved her cheapness during dinner…
And for someone that thinks I could be categorised in the circle of men who’s dying to be gaining this sort of approval, I don’t think she deserves the respect that I could bestow on a lady, I paid the bill and walked off. Thank you very much but if cheapness is what I would’ve settled with, I won’t be where I am today, and I, intend to reach higher and soar with the eagles, so you chickens (again, no pun intended) can hang around, the way you guys are meant to be and belong…
So here I’m after day 5 at Porsche… Finally I was able to officially announce after receiving the docket containing my Letter of Offer…
Pretty interesting so far, loving the revs of these masculine machines in the morning and getting to know terminologies in regards to vehicles. What interests me the most is the sheer things that we as car users don’t realise, yet are so well thought off even during conception of a design!!!
Overloaded with information and I actually finished reading important things on the Panamera!!! Yes, the immaculate 4-Door Luxury Machine that is out to capture the market for those discerning few… (pictured above)… Panamera is the first of it’s kind for Porsche, packed with technological showcase, comfortable yet rugged and sporty, at the touch of button!
The most exciting bit comes on Saturday, I will be down in KL and unlike the norm of attending training, I will actually be presenting Panamera to the large audience during a launch ceremony at the Carnivale! Tried negotiating with the boss to spare me but when he’s once a client of mine, I realised all the exits shut hahaha…
Excitements abound and knowing me, I will definitely deviate from the norm and perhaps, this is the moment that I’ve been made for, to represent the avant-garde and outshine… Talking about that, here’s a glimpse of the interior…
I remember Iman teasing me during Main Aur Mrs Khanna movie outing that like Samir, I will return successful and during the period of his return, he laughed and said, perhaps Samir was waiting for his Letter of Offer too hahaha…
Anyway, the journey has just begun and there’s a lot of miles to cover, but knowing that the beginning is this awesome, I can’t wait to see what the road ahead holds for me, Nexus has returned, guess the principle of insisting to not accept mediocrity does pay off in the end!!!
A bleak morning brought a sunrise
A sunrise that came with his existence
A man from a distant land
A man who is wrecked by the night long journey
How fortunate may this day be
That these eyes got the sight of him
Tears that rolls on my cheek
For happiness and the torturing travel he took for me
People would often say
That I will travel a thousand miles for you
But here he lays
Travelling a thousand miles without telling me
Many men would lie words of love
To have a woman give all her dignity
But he is a man that stops me when I reach to kiss his lips
Under the night sky filled with stars and noises of bustling quay
I remember his words that made me his
When he told me that he can’t as yet love me fully
For the torment he went thru
Will not he punish me for the mistake of another being
For the mere person he may be a common man
But for me he is an angel sent from above
Luckiest person would be the Xxxxx of his
Till then, a wish of being Xxxxx for me will be
I may not be the woman he envision his life with
I promise that hurt him and have him face things he had I never will
But a man worthy of loving, treasuring and cherishing he is
For a man that has my respect, admiration and honour fully
I just saw this on my facebook as I was tagged and the person who wrote it said that she couldn’t write poems like some does, yet she did… In my opinion, this is truly a masterpiece indeed as it’s written not by crafting or forcing words but flows of sincerity… that is the essence of making a poetry a remarkable masterpiece… not the author or the poet but the words that are sincere…
