Informed decisions

Salaam.

What makes a contemporary Muslim different from a non-Muslim?

Why do you think you are so much better than your father?

When am I answering my calling?

Who are we to pass judgment?

Which is it- drown in gold, or float on faith?

How does anything make sense?

Informed decision is the way to go, I think. Make every moment count, since any moment is one moment more than we had a moment ago.

Matt

Italics

Salaam.

A day to remember,

the day I touched my son's hand in my own, and saw for myself how they fit.

the day Bonda Ours was presented a speck of what she deserves, and still reacted like she got it all.

the day I woke up, and saw Marvel Crossovers Venom, muscularly revving his engines for all
to see and (pardon the pun) Marvel, after a whole year of forgetting he ever existed.

the day Faris lit the whole household with his infectious laughter, causing everyone to
join in.

the day love becomes consumed entirely, and not just worthlessly spewed, when we are together.

the day I open my eyes, and take other days in.

Fit. Still. Year. Everyone. Love. Other.

A great day if I can just one.

A blessed life since I have them all.

Matthekage

My Pet Peeves

Salaam.

Just came back from having dinner with My Lovers of The Soul, My Weight of The World, My Subliminal Treaty with The One and ONLY.

Saddened...

Met the many OTHER characters that Allah S.W.T. decided to impress the world with. Some got my order wrong. Some kept My Wife waiting for no better reason than Incompetence. One Malay decided to take advantage of My Baby-like face and calm demeanour (InsyaAllah), all the while ACTING like he was the victor. As if HE was the one that came up on top.

All the while, innocent bystanders were bloodied, and possibly scarred, to extents the human mind could never hope to even begin to start contemplating in trying to ascertain the 'plausibilities' that may yield an understanding that may transcend what the human mind can know.

Saddened...

To see young, pure faces looking at their model of conduct, their pillar of support, and not to realise the poison that seeps into them, changing them, mutating them, dissolving their purity into a cancer like the one before them.

Heartened...

All is not lost. Bonda keeps her vigil. She sings praises to the Almighty, almost like the act is second nature to her. Baby Ours listens, InsyaAllah, and keeps the torch alive. Keeps the Fire burning with such intensity that I continue to be befuddled, and cowed, and awed, and humbled, and put in my place, for learning is the key to knowledge, and I breath it evermore.

He is Our hope. Our undying hope that the world is a grand place, even though pet peeves are a-given.

And the Malay?

Marilah berharap yang si dia, seperti kita, dapat berusaha untuk keamanan dan kesejahteraan semua (Let's hope that like that scrupulous character, we all can strive for the betterment of each other).

After all, Malay-sial boleh kan???

Pardon.

What I meant was let us embrace our flaws and do the best that we can.

After all, Malaysia can kan?

A positive Muslim Malay,
Matthekage

We are there

Salaam My Loves.

We are there. We know. And we are blessed InsyaAllah.

Our child.

Our Son.

You are here.

We are too.

We love you.

"Love knows no limitations, save through the confines of the imagination"

Something to chew on.

A most ecstatic Father,
Ayahanda.

Salaam My Family...

Salaam, and be at ease, for through Allah's Grace alone, can we find, and dwell, in the comfort we provide for each other.

Today, Ayahanda had his first class EVER, of the new semester. It was an enjoyable feeling, to meet and greet new hopefuls, intent on their intentions of furthering themselves.

Ayahanda managed to find your Uncle Saudara and Auntie AHJ at HS Cafe today. As always, Ayahanda's heart was overjoyed at seeing them well, and in apparent good health. Ayahanda mentions this momentous moment, for the simple reason of conveying a wisdom Ayahanda acquired from Uncle Saudara. It was a conversation, stimulated by Ayahanda, concerning the purpose of commencing any occasion with Al- Fatihah, and yet not culminating said events with a similar recitation. Uncle Saudara forwards that Al- Fatihah (of which the root word is fataha, meaning 'open') acts as an initial first step towards beginning any functions, and not to recite Al- Fatihah at the end of it, probably negating the action in a paradoxical loop. In short, Al- Fatihah is an opener, not a closer. Tasbir Kifarah is more suited to bring closure to events, as it generally implies 'closing'.

Ayahanda would venture that to begin any function with Al- Fatihah is to take a step forward in beseeching The Almighty for His Blessed Tidings. Maybe...

Also, Ayhanda is please to mentioned that Anakanda was making his / her presence known to Bonda. As Ayahanda rubbed the 'carriage', You were content. As Ayahanda and Bonda began in our concluding our 'Daily Five' (cursed E! channel...), Bonda said that You were comforted by Ayahanda's presence, and missed Ayahanda.

Heartily, Ayahanda, with tears welling in his tools to see Bonda and You, began the Iqamah.

Good night, My All. My Spirit. May Allah bless our lives with joy incarnate, for the path we are about to tread, as One.

Ayahanda
(Matthekage kalau nak maintain glamour...)

7th November.

Salaam, a good day and a jam-spread of thanks for still being here, now.

Ah, My Loves. Today marks the day Yours Ayahanda may not soon forget.

Today - End of Ayahanda's 1st battle.

Today - Marks the day of 77 that You have sweetened our lives just a touch more than before.

Today - Yours falls in love once more.

Today - Had some Wicked Sushi sushi from the land of Bushi.

Today - Gained a better understanding on what it means to Be Alive.

Today - Started lifting weights incomparable to the ones now.

Today - Had fun with Our Lovely, Your Cousin, Oh Our Begemmed HeartShaker.

Today - Ascertained that James Blunt is really batu-batu.

Today - Continuing the pondering of whether Lucas is a Muslim.

Today - Get to Lepak with Both Mine Alls.

Today - Looking forward to tomorrow's today.

Got a bit done. Wow. This may be more than what some people do in a week. Eh, Joey?

Oh, Life is splendid.

Ayahanda and Bonda Love You!!!

Matthekage

A Tale of Three Hearts...

Salaam to you, Our precious. The one Allah has agreed is our due. The one to save the world. You.

Know that we caught wind of your descent barely a week ago. The experience has been surreal, to say the least.

In the deepest recess of my heart, I want nothing but the absolute best for you. All that Allah deems worthy of you, me, your Bonda. Your family. Yours.

In my heart also dwells the DRAGON. This Dragon shakes my foundation with uncertainties. I am plagued by abnormalities of the soul. I choose not to suffer betrayers, and yet I allow myself to be consumed by their treachery. I want none of this to touch you, Ember of Life.

You are pure. I, your Ayahanda, am not. Yet.

I vow to you, and to your Bonda, Lifegiver herself, and more importantly to Allah The Almighty, that I shall cleanse myself of all ridicule and cancer that the world has enough of, and start giving off better things. Feelings. Sentiments. Good-will. Regardless of its essence, nay, NATURE, I opt to be the best for You, and your Bonda.

I choose to do so, because We Love You, and in order to prepare you in facing this poodoo of a world, we need to make sure You are surrounded by all that is good and pure. That's the word. PURE. All of You is pure. You deserve nothing less.

Forgive Your Ayahanda his failings and shortcomings then, for they are his toys growing up, and they have such a hold on him.

No matter.

For You, I'll do anything. With Your Bonda by my side, I can do anything. Be anything. Even the best. For YOU.

We look forward to you brightening the grass this side of Heaven.

Before any other- Thank You.
Alongside Bonda- We Love You.

To Our Unborn Child, whom We Love to pieces, and cherish beyond all mortal ties.

Be strong. Be steadfast. Be kind. Be the one to rise to the occasion, and Rise to lead. To aid. To inspire. You have it in you, to be first and foremost, A True Muslim, one who does not shy away from his Islamic roots, instead embracing them. One proud to be pure of blood, a mixture of all that course through the land, hating no other, loving all. One blessed with the knowledge that Identity is not everything, but merely a lamp that guides angels to your doorsteps, who will knock upon the door of your heart, asking permission to seek you and visit you, all in order to please the Will of Allah.

Be that Man. Be that Woman. Be You. We are always here to offer you guidance, and a shoulder or two. We are here. And we are waiting.

And of said Dragon, I'll keep you posted.

Ayahanda

A fleeting Feeling...

Salaam to all. Alhamdulillah, for once more, it is through His Blessing that we could meet, to share, and grow together.


It has been a tumultuous week. Part- hectic, part- oblivious. A not too-common mix for One, yet a mix nonetheless.

Attend...

Part- hectic; one feels that sometimes the planet, in an attempt to attest to man's stupidity (rape, genocide, Barney- COME ON!!!), would attempt a polar- transtoppauserewindism mechanism a.k.a. stop, pause, and rewind its due course (she keeps pressing the rewind button, you see, hence stupidity, like history repeats). In one instance, one felt that this was the case, and subjected one's will to numerous inconsistencies of the heart (repetition is tiring), over many matters like "what to eat?" or "do I want to slit someone's throat now, or after 'License to Grill'?" (the KKK missed some when We get to see HIM on AFC non- stop, the bust-tard). Ah, life's ordeal in retro-perspective, AH, the irony!

Part-oblivious; well, one sometimes is smitten with the winds of UN-change- how something is in point of fact Apparent, as opposed to repetitive...

Contest...

When one says "I LOVE YOU", is that apparent, or repetitive? What is the verdict, after 1.000,000 times and counting?

When a father- to- be's words strike you as how fathers of old must feel and bleed for theirs sons and daughters?

When your heart cries when the one Allah has deemed worthy, sheds her own tears, in retaliation to love unsung?

When you want nothing more than to please her and yourself, by striking out blindly in attempts to catch something (Frailty, thy name is MAN), not seeing the blade poised at your throat? (In other words, not knowing your limit when doing, and end up hurting all that you strive to preserve.)

When? When? When?

Three whens. Three question marks. Oblivious in the end, one might conclude.

All in all, depression is not the intent of this post, merely a reminder to the self that obscurity is LIFE, sweet or bitter, however you make of it.

Both are tastes, isn't it?

Matthekage

Colour.Color.Kaler.

Salaam, all.

A good day to you eh?

Did you ever wonder, why are colours called what they are? Why isn't blue green? Or red blood, as opposed to being associated with the latter? Hmmm...

"One mystery at a time, Holmes. Let one matter be settled of its existence as we proceed." "On the contrary, Watson, all mysteries are only so until they mean something, in which case, they cease their means of existence, ergo, non- mysterious is the effect. Hence, all mysteries are one."

Mean something? What, pray tell can that mean? Is meaning implied, or is it attached? Can meaning be distorted?Certainly, it would appear that in this day's age and machinations, it can.

So, does meaning have meaning? Or does it have attached statements that say "Hey Fudger, you blind or something? Bloody follow it already!" One might say, "SCREW YOU PAL!!!"

Unfortunately, at the time when one last checked, this is not the case. One shall refer to an instance where S feels that, in order to honour M.A., S has to confer with S.I. to spell something with meaning, or P.U.

True, you could have spelled M.A.S., or P.U.M.A.S. or even P.U.S.M.A. But no, you spelled P.U.S.S.I. What does that make you, one wonders?

Does one mean you to be a P.U.S.S.I.? Do you attach P.U.S.S.I. to you?

One does not know. Times past show that when one word is uttered, there's only ONE meaning. The Truth. Perhaps, now, it's I.S.U.P.po.S.e not.

One is of the humblest of opinions that when you say something, don't beat around the bush. Bloody say it.

Matthekage.

Transformers... God's little boy inside - personified

Salaam all, and an Aloha do I shoudout from the recesses of the heart.

At the behest of the True Love, one finds himself dictating in meager words, the beauty of Transformers, and the subsequent emotions and thrills and passions stirred leading to the actual Transformers in the hand.

1. Know what to get

Any idiot can look at something and go "Fudge, nak la benda tu. Stim la tengok." A TRUE Transformers fan doesn't grab any and all products that he/she may behold, but rather assess the quality that the toy represents, and makes a judgement call form there.

2. Scout

Whence one knowst what to get, he/she shall commence the 'scouting' phase, in which certain/ uncertain POSSIBLE sites where said toy may begotten are visited AND FREQUENTED. Tak dak day, mana nak ada seribu Transformers beb!!!

Pardon the slang. Shaking with oozing delight.

3. Compare and contrast

When a specific toy is located, LOOK THROUGH ALL THE PRODUCTS!!! You never know what certain products may be missing e.g. dodgy paint job, disfiguration etc.

4. TUNGGU APA LAGI?! BELI LA!!!

What, you think the store associate is going to hand it to you just like that? Dak kot...

5. Play

Take the time to breath in the toy. Look at it. admire it. Talk to it. Feel the toy pulsing in your hands. And that's just form touching the box.

Now, you open the box. One likes to go slow. Tape off. A little tearing never hurt some (but get the heavens away from me, Devil man/woman!!!)

Once he/she is out, go to town. Want to play now.

Take care.

Matthekage

The Corenne

Salaam, fellow occupants of the world. Missed you.

Yes, we have returned.

Yes, My Wife was OUT-OF-THIS-WORLD-MIND BLOWINGLY- Yum. Is.

Yes, the food was VERY interesting.

Yes, shopped like mad.

No, it was a VERY enlightening experience.

No, we saw many WONDROUS sights, some I've never had the pleasure of imagining before.

No, I did not sample any Milo there. Sad.

No, I still believe My Spirit's facial forms are the most spectacular sight one can ever behold. Alhamdulillah.

Take care eh. Lets meet up soon.

Matthekage

Friends...Glorious Friends...

Salaam, readers and well wishes are handed to you. One fartly hopes that you, of all, are sound.

This is a moment that I wish to take for myself, to sum up my reactions to the actions of this past few days. Observe, if you wish, but hold judgment. Slay insecurities at its throat, for now, this moment is mine alone. I gladly share them with you.

Attend...

I am one of those few that think of friendship as a come-and-go sort of business. As you grow up, people you hold dear may be the ones who wipe the blade that graced your rear clean, on your clothes.

Those you least admire may be the ones that hold sway over you, mayhaps for superfluous reasons, or even, (should you choose to look FURTHER, and SEE) for reasons that are honorable, respectful. Beautiful. Should you be able to do so, count yourself lucky. You are blessed. Believe that.

Admire...

Friends, to me, are UNSHAKABLE when it comes to these Requisites that I feel encompass all man, to be used as FRIEND:

1) Have your back, like a wall that will stand tests of grandeur (time).

2) Defend your honour, at any time your honour is impeded upon.

3) Come what may, to stand by YOUR SIDE.

UNTIL PROVEN UNWORTHY OF YOUR FRIENDSHIP.

Attest...

One has the mind to enable one's self to make choices. The right choices may not be righteous, but they sure as heaven's cup feel RIGHT. Why defend your friend for the WRONG reasons?
Why be misled by RIGHT, when you know YOUR friend is WRONG?

One cannot, and should not voice these exaggerations, unless one has considered possible and probable notions that may influence one's execution of MIND. For example:

1) Consider what your friend has told you.

If you have reason to doubt, VOICE IT. Why condemn the innocent when your friend pulled
the trigger that ended a smile? And you saw it.

2) When faced with proof, DO THE RIGHTEOUS THING.

Why doubt, when you have proof? Why not question integrity and moral values, while you're at it? Why be less than homo sapiens, and more like algae?(Algae has a low mortality rate, due to its ADHERING quality...hint hint.)

Consider...

I compose what has been composed not only to rant and rave (whatever that means), but also to swerve your manner of thought, into what I feel is right. In the end, the choice to condemn is your, no mistake of it, yet how many lives are snuffed out everyday, when we do EASY instead of RIGHTEOUS... I shudder to wonder if the cheddar is as spectacular as the maker hollers (hope that is the correct way of writing it).

Succeed...

I am not perfect. I am unique. As are you. I, today, attest that I shall deal with friends and so-called friends as is required. RIGHTEOUSLY.

Thank you, Our Kakaks for all your support and love. You have been righteous to me since time immemorial, and I love you both for it. A bro.ken heart mends well with such company.

That was for you, my B from another M.

I heartily thank my Wife, for when in doubt, she shines the light that I amke use of to find my path. She is the Carbonara to which I am the smoked chicken, a delectable delight, I assure you.You are Fire, of which the forge is Kept Hot. Shoes, pans and swords are rigorous in production, Shade of My Heart.

I Am Yours.

And so, as twilight dawns, and spending of time cease, so to must I lay, and ponder my words, my advice to us all. May we be righteous, at the cost of truth. Eat well, sleep convincingly, for any morning can be our last, and any night a beginning to a path only dreams can vividly teach.

Fare thee well. Until Next Time.


Matthekage,
Your Friend.

Dough Me Up Wei...

Salaam to all, and a most beneficial day I wheat-fully wish you...

As mentioned forehand, My Wife decided to be herself and lovingly aided everyone in adjusting to a new facet of our pittance life. Baking was her weapon of mass adoration, Suave was her calling, Stuffed stomaches was our cursed delight ... hehe.

Not so cursed I should say.

First it was brownies. Well, let me tell you a story about My Wife's brownies... MY brownies, if you'll fart away the misdemeanor formed round that previous speck of a statement. Another time.

Then, we were bombarded with cookies. They were everywhere, assaulting us from every pore, stifling our wanton cries of virgin innocence, ergo " NO! CANNOT EAT!!! BADAK DAH BANYAK DAH NI!!!". Hope you see the painted words.

Time for slumber. May you find solace in these simple stimulus - Regardless of whether it's EAT TO LIVE or LIVE TO EAT- shit is bound to happen so in the end, DOES OT MATTER?

Take care. xoxo Mother Podridgers.

P.S. James Blunt BATU-BATU!!!

Megs For Brains

Salaam to all.

A quickie.


My Heart of Hearts, My All got me a Premium Series Megatron 2 days ago (Anis quips: "Sempena being accepted in the Masters program. I LOVE YOU, HUBBY-BI")

SIMPLY AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I Love You My Expletive Deleted...

Matthekage

hahahaHaahAhaAAHaHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAH... (see what I did?)

Salaam, and a wonderfull Hey-Loo to you, avid fans of the unknown, perturbed guests of the technical meaning of RECESS, and generally h.i.p. people.

It is me, Matthekage, who once more takes up the man-le mantle that is BLOG, to express to you, amost HEAVENLY pronouncement. MY WIFE CAN COOK.

Observe.

One had the UTMOST pleasure of sating one's quest for male dominance, ergo, "Wife, I can't cook a lick's worth. Would you be so kind as to feed me with your deliciousness?"
Exactly what happened today, only this request was worded yesterday. Oh well, you can't rush art. Yup.

Ward on.

All in all, this week seems a bit rushed, and a bit "heaty" if you'll pardon the massacre. One does not know why, yet one feels like one is being slowly cooked at 228 degrees, for about 8 days. Imagine.

Attend.

One must fare thoust all well, and safe journey. You deal any cards you want, but this doesn't mean anyone is going to play your game.

Salutations, and best of all, NO Worries, Just Think.

Save alittle water and electricity, where you can, when you please. Just be sure that you do so BEFORE our children starts to have to wear gas masks and all sorts of rubbish, just because you can't get on the green page.

Matthekage

P.S. I have not shared with you what exactly My Wife cooked. Don't bother asking, for I am not telling. Not really up to wetting my pants just COMING UP with a WHISK of what to say. Take it from me, Yum.

It starts... This starts.. We. Start

Salaam, dear readers and well wishes do we extend to you.

Yes. What you've heard,what you've seen, what you've thought of is true : I, Matt Houston, has forever given his all to his Love, The TRUE soulbearer of his existence, to his Wife.

It is a momentous occasion. Hearts are racing, blood coagulating in mixtures yet unheard of, nor studied, but rather felt throughout the ages... all due to the simple question of ... WHERE IN HEAVEN'S KUMBAYA- KARIN IS THE IMAM??? I asked myself this question, and felt the changes in me, first- hand. I realised I ... Nay. I saw how much I wanted this blessing. I saw how much a person can mean for something, and blow up in a plutonic gas- puddle of incongruous simplicity and cursed hear- cracy.

In short, I want to be married, so that I can experience this 'gift', and honour it, not let it die.

Onward...

Now, I am safely, and ecstatically her Husband. The feeling is nothing but REAL. PHYSICAL, MENTAL, SOULFUL real. It's not just rumour. It's not just hearsay. It's anything butt, with a capital 'B' and an extra 'T' to tip the tip towards the towline tastefully.... There. ;)

Now, forgive the King, for he is needed for laundrical matters of HOME.

Take care. I know I will do my best to do just that, for the both of us.

May you see my 'usual' advice of goodwill and general, betterment to all beings...

Until next time...

Matthekage
(Has a nice Ring to it, doesn't it? ;) )

SPIRIT

I call. I beseech her to heed it. I care, nevermore.

Aurelia, Aurelia.
You are a muse.
You are a telling.
You are a riddle.
You are a tease.

Anis Lisa.
You are inspiration.
You are induction of Life., You are Testament To Truth.
You.
You are you.
You. You are as Your self describes you : SPIRIT.

M Ezamir A.
Human.
Man.
Humbled to be near you.
Honoured to be with you.
Honestly, Living when ME + YOU = Us.

I do not heed her call. I do not search for her. I no longer need to.

I have You, to show me how Her Self is Inherent in You.
How You are the Sun, she just a ball of steaming gas, millions of miles away.
How You are what she cannot EVER hope to be : Spirit Translucent, Lucid, Vivid. Incarnate.
How She is nothing. YOU are Everything.
She a contradiction. You a reality.

I love You, Anis Lisa.
I heed her no more.

I love You, Dinda.
I call her no more.

I love You, Baby.
I search for her no more.

I love You, Dearest.
I am with You.

I am in love with You. I live, with You.

Now, Before.
Always. Forever.

Evermore.

Matthekage original (2006)

AAHHHHHHH!!! Shoes...

"OFF WITH HIS HEELS!!! 2000 CROWNS FOR HER TOES!!! PEASANT, I SHALL HAVE WHAT I WANT, AND WOE BE TO THOSE WHO STAND IN MY WAY, FOR I AM KING!!!!!"

Ah, if only life was, nay, is so easy...

Onward.

Greetings participants. One trusts that this day, since the days we've shared sacred sweetness were, nay, are to live for.

Onward.

Today, one and one's better half hunted the stores that provided the services of shoes. Little did we know these stores were in a different trade, one of cataclysmically satirical proportions!!! A service to befuddle brains, muck- up minds, shatter soil-i-tude!!! One, of course, is referring to lack of shoes, or rather LACK OF SHOES THAT APPEAL, INSTEAD OF REPEL!!! Sadly, a store that far exceeded any expectations was met, and was found lacking.

When one is to be married, one should approach every element of the impending marriage as though one has just discovered love. Better yet, one should be as though one has just fallen in love FOR THE FIRST TIME! This includes all preparations and details taht may further the success of said marriage. With that proclaimed, one admits that one has fallen in love with a pair of shoes that scream "I AM YOURS! TAKE ME AND MARRY MERRILY!!!", and yet, there was no size to complement the toes. Ah, you should know what they say about those with big feet. Big Feet, Big ****s!

Onward.

Be that as it wills it, one shall remain optimistic, for tomorrow is RING DAY!!! Perhaps tomorrow shall yield better turnarounds. We shall see.

Remember participants, if there is one thing NO ONE can do without, it is INTERACTION. Talk more, laugh more, cry more. All with those you can be close to, even for ships' worth of a jar of sand.

Utmost care. Until next time.

Matthekage

Layers...

Good day I bequeath you, peasants!!! HAHAHAH! May you seek solace, and stumble over ambi-ance from within the drag, boundless infinitious shadow of the King!!!

Pardon do I beg, and humility do I offer.

Onward.

At this moment, one wishes to impress upon the land that are the participants, a tale. A tale of onions, of cakes, of minds and feelings, of good minus bad, of you and me. A tale of layers.

One has come into contact with this term, this denyut- denyut particle of particles not too long ago. In one occasion, one found out that to marry is strictly NON- Personnel. Rather, it's more of a joint Chiefs of Staff sort of endeavour.

Consider.

WE are the ones who are getting married, yet others are contributing towards this insyaAllah blessed event. WE are this! and WE are that!, and at the end of the day, one wonders whether all parties may be well- served simply by one smoothly describing how their ideas, their hints , their innuendos are ill- advised, ill- informed and ill- received.

All of a sudden, one find that this tale is, and cannot be, complete. One will delve into this at a later date, God -Willing.

Utmost care, participants. Remember, just as two teaspoons' worth of sugar can sweeten almost any dish, so to can two seconds worth of a smile can brighten up any dull day. Smile, and indeed, the world may smile with you. A lot better than THE WORLD NOT SMILING WITH YOU, isn't it?

Matthekage

Here I am ....

Hail! All Hail!!! The One, The Only, Matthekage a.k.a. King is here, ready to grace your abysmal lives with my posting, one of many to come. Kiss my feet subjects, and revel in my glorious presence and bow to Your Superior!!!

NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAH2HAHAHAHHAHHIHIHIH!!!

Pardon the gloating. One feels more compelled to write wholeheartedly honest-like when one has been freed of self-love. Onward.

I am here(finally ;)) to give participants MY take of how my life becomes TRULY life once My Soulmate, ALisa has been found, has been gauged, and has been met with utmost love.

Alhamdulillah, we are safely (and blessedly) engaged. Oh, what a day!!! A day that makes a man a man. A day that makes a man a man, simply by humbling himself before God and His infinite Bounties (much like how a blue bee transforms into the orangest bee you could ever see, thanks be to just a drop of honey from the purest flower).

Onward.

Now, the wedding is our top priority.

FEED my BACK. Put it IN my FO. Want more? No hal. Let me know.

Until next time participants....

Remember, life begins not when you meet the love of your life, but rather when you realise that the breath you breathe comes from the love of your life.

Matthekage