Nothing currently apace. None more workloads in spades. Just simple thoughts, simple actions and simple ways dominate. So fundamental are the tasks, tinkerings admist, that no long have I reason to procrastinate. To satisfy natural urges and neccesities such as hunger, thirst and tv, how much less can a man manipulate! As i sat, no, lay, no, slept, on this comfortable couch, or as i might sway, cushion of impeccable comfort, I laughed, sniggered, snort, split, teheed, tittered, 'whizgigged' at your struggles to produce. Whilst you tore and tatter sanity for merit's sake I sip and slipped in the succulent, taste of treats. Admittedly, such a serving is still lacking, for there were no magnificient 'mammaried' maidens without menopause to spoonfeed my luscious lust, for food that is.From 'Marcel' to monkey, though the both are quite the same, and as such are similar to me, being Malaysian means Makan, and Makan, though widely believed, is not a subsidiary of McDonald's. Wantan mee, hei mee, nasi lemak, char koay theow or if not fried, just kuey theow. All over my mind! All on my tastebuds! And all in my gut.In justice this author should emunerate over the other basic urges after gluttony, Baywatch is on that idiot box, and he should not be deprived of teats being flaunt

As it is presumed, and predicted with spareless accuracy,during this few months labour lacks libido whence scrawl and scribble is concerned. In contrast to others, who have been in a constant deliverance, and of the quality of it, this particular has been in blastful, yet admittedly blissful, neglet. It is hopeful, for permissive's sake, and only for such, for this author could find not reason, nor a speck of character, in his dark and colluded soul to write, or, on a personal space, to have a life. As time begets time, till time itself is questioned, the crux of this blog's existence has been wholefully absent. Posting's past has remained posting present. Of consequence is the patron's health, and the vibrancy of it. Analogious is of it with the poisoning implied by the eating of a cow's dung. Or of Subaidah's. Such pain will be emphatised, with a smite of compassion, and to be smitten, by a conscience so heavy,by a majority of society, of which this author does not fall. However, with due justice, this particular blogger has been of recent days reading, about a book with a unique prose, a unique presentation, and a unique headache, hence the quirky yet unsrutably annoying composition and theliberality with the coma in this current post, of a particlar author, of a particular time, and of not contemporary space. Jame Austen. So beg me mercy.