Yaayyy!!!

Hello Lovely, did you, dream of me last night?

There you were, encircling the breeze, roaming freely in rapture, sight-seer, in my arms. I did not foretaste a single second, gazing at your stunning, face. Clean and calm, wandering days of ablutions and virgin mary. Cocktail, mocktail. The pellagra of virtue.

Dear God, I thank you for all you have privileged me with, for that I will never disobey You.

Harrumph!

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This garret of lunacy won't let me free. Like a flock of gannet in the Atlantic, accompanied by Lisa Marie’s father melody. And Tom Jones, "You don’t have to be rich to be my girl, you don’t have to be cool to rule my world”. Hah! Pestering soul I am, lightning desire nonchalantly, quivering thought that you’ve been reading. Nightingale of presumptuous.

Next stop, ponderous place of heaven, but do you think i’ll get into it without tasting the embezzlement of hell? May i rest in peace, may i rest in hell.


Tak pa, masuk neraka cari pengalaman. Oui?



Madnessinvain has been bombarded with few hours of sleep, burning midnight oils since Monday. What he needs now is to do something else than work. Wanna make babies? Raise your hand, please.

Because We are Ordinary People

Blog world is a very outlandish place. It’s a dream weaver. Not a shilly-shally. Effervescence I must admit. Sparkling like the fireworks on new year night. Minding frivolous apparition, and i am meeting lovely and lovely unknown souls, of all gender. You know who you are. Endless beauty, in the heart. And let me be the star of your darkness.

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As coherent as it might seems, slathering subconsciously, binging subliminal messages of prudently inclined, I am wedged by my own dreams. I wish everything would be perfect. Like the beautiful stainless impudence of the saints. But I am not one. Cantankerous, what does it means?

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Minding an aspirazione is not complicated, especially when it comes to ferreting for what have not. Culminating, in the empathy, of yours truly. Ranting, madding, quiver, pharaoh, all of these are equivocal and equibilirium. Founded by unwanted blasphemy. I will keep on being a belligerent. Conceding trounce has never appeared in my streak. Not because of any other thing.

Because I am, Madnessinvain.

Istanbul in My Heart Part III

Summer September 98 in Istanbul. The smell of cricks and hard day labour can be seen from the eyes of the taxi driver seating besides me, honking on every single thing that moves, grannies, grandpas, kids, and sheep. “Bring em on and I will blight in my national language” said the taxi bey.Anal. Vivacious and vibrant, like the Merdeka day parade. Negaraku, tanah kita depa sapu.

Road from Uskudar to the pier was hectic, ranks and ranks of deliberately fucking and celebrated chaos, a show of gallantry and otak udang. The bloods of warriors run in their veins, sharp edges and fez, and the ability to eat olive just like that. Errrghh. And Fanta, it's always Fanta, not Coke. Coke kurang, Fanta ada banyak. Making me fantast. Hohohoho.


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I am late. Tonight will be the last night im meeting Tugba. In two days time, i will reek and feast my eyes with the meat market at the bar in HRC, inhaling repugnant savor of peccadilloes, mind you, sins. Open your heart and be a peccant. Masticating yummy diagrams, salivating steps of Lucifer. Not to mention bargaining eccentric shoppings at Lorong Kulit, and ceramah maghrib at Masjid Shah Alam. Yayyyyy!

The marmoreal on the lavish restaurant was shining gloriously, and the voluptuous bodies of the half naked belly dancers, turning the minds of the half naked heads. Shake it baby, shake it baby. Translucent of lust is in full control. But for me, nothing can divert me eyes, from the one sitting in front of me. Love-in. Sorry, but i have a better honest and lovely soul, waiting for me in my home country.


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Mustafa Kemal Artatuk International Airport was still under construction by then, hence the looting of my cartoons of dunhill mat rempit, yeah, I smoke that, but does that make me look like one?, don’t be a cynical freak. And don’t judge anything per se, if we don’t want to be judged discriminately, eh? Disorganised was the word. As the plane landed on KLIA, accompanied with the joy of clapping and ludicrously political climate, I can hear nothing, bar non.

Except, the indented and plain tinge in my heart, saying the one in Malaysia, has been sleeping around. Fuck.

Ruefully Delightful

Its 2.38 am, i'm still blinking my eyes and my mind was away, depicting elucidation of the hoi polloi in my heart. Perhaps she knew i am madly, in love, with her. Perhaps not. A surgical benevolence i might say, it was you when i look in the mirror, it was always you. Eternalness. The delightful stars and its blinking rays shedding through the window, of clear humanoid scruples. Flask after flask, grain after grain.

A specter in the mind is all i have. Evoking the true dappled, multihued of my sans commonsensical prelude. Honestly, i dreamed about you all the time.

Can you feel it? The gigantic and opulent anarchist, tantalizing traits of scrappily. Pandemonium and psychosis. Anything in this world for you. I'll drain my blood if that will make you, a divine, princess. A fidgeted possibility is all I ask, let me gasp the air of your core. You'll be the queen of my cosmos.

And I will love you forever.

La La Land

I'm not a versifier, nor blatantly imprudent. I had my fair share of living in this besmirched world. Combating for what I believe in, noir and crËme. At times, my sagacity tells me the battle is far from over, at times is it just lurking around the corner. For the last seven months, fortitude is all I have, perhaps God still loves me, or hates me. Ampunkan dosa hambaMu ini. Vie?


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Yes, ive met her. There she was, looking as suave as ever, lovely. Laugh and ponder, transcending the serendipity, of nihility. Will you marry me? That night I slept with a smile, cherishing every single magical moment spent with her, looking deep inside her dazzling eyes. And the smell of your hair is heavenly.

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I love airport, in definition, I divide it into two fragmentations. Wander land and wanderlust. Delight and sadness. Clapping of joy, when you see your beloved ones popping their face at the arrival level and tears of misery, when you bid them goodbye, at the departure level. Don Muang, Heathrow, Mustafa Kemal Artatuk, Chap Lei Kok, itís the same, the drama is almost identical. Madness.

Short but Long

Madnessinvain tak ada, dia pergi KLIA, tengok stewardess.

I am Dreaming

An entry of self explainatory. This is fictional. Riiite.

In all my years of living, i have never had any difficulties in communicating with the different gender, no, not the "nok" type. Its pure women you freak. Name it, i had no dyslexic inability, shove it to me babeh, i'll weave a story. I am court jester. Dida dida dida dida.

Big, small, fair skin, berkarat skin, blue, green, hazel, black, from Iceland to New Zealand. No, make that from the whole universe. Unless, she is someone that i like. I mean really like. I would change to a wombat. My pupils will become big, like nek lampir. Or was it mak lampir?

Lets assume months ago or months in the future, ive met with this lovely lady, a class of her own, creme de la creme, hoi polloi. Petite, smooth armada, silky hair and shining eyes, like twinkling stars. I immediate fell for her. Yeah, i did. And all i did after that was uttering ingorant dumbass lines. Even if i was on her shoes, i will vomit blood, like blearrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh. Mat Kental. You know Mat Kental?

That wasn't me. Not even a single shit is mine. Why am i turning to irama 60an? Like an astute sound of my mid life neighbour, who jammed my ears with karaoke of Jeffrey Din and such, ON EVERY sunday afternoon, without fail. I tell you, i almost got pooped in my bermuda once, when he started "Oh mas mona, gadis yang ayu, penawar hatiku yang ....lalallalaalalla". Thanks but no thanks for my photo graphics memory. No offence ya pop ye ye fans.

Now, you tell me. And im losing the battle. Ayayaya!



Btw this is the song that i wrote for her.


I open my eyes
The pain is empty
Your present is eternity
When we are lying under shining stars

I open my eyes
You are there for me
And how could i be in hell
When the smell of your hair is heavenly


Chorus

And you are the epicentre of my love universe
And you are the epicentre of my love universe
And you are the epicentre of my love universe
And you are the epicentre of my love universe



Shit, now i do look like Mat Kental.

Me Love You Long Long Time - Haadyai

“Hello there lightning. Will you be there always?”. Transcending through the peek hole of clouds. Black black eerie sky at night. Fermenting sights of treason. Im in this stupid minibus. My eyes can’t get it shut. Flicking away with the happiness profound in the Haad Rin. Yum, yum and yummy.

“Its dark in here”. The sinister in me is smiling. Flake after flake, drops of dew are in the midst of loom. Lining down on the back mirror, convoluted by the twang of perilously aurora, fidgeted by my mindless core. And the spun of Thai sweetass singer jogged my memory of that Chinese 70’s ad. Fuck.

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Racheal is fast asleep, albeit on my shoulder, NOT on the prick with the donkey pong. Surathani to Haadyai will clutch 5-6 hours of driving. On the free toll highway, with goats and cows roving freely, naah, add in piglets lavishly. Oink, oink, oink.

Earlier, once reaching Donsak pier, faggots are waiting to eat your shit, separating shepherds according to the destinations, Krabi, Phuket, Bangkok, Haadyai, Padang Besar. But surprisingly all them will be directed to this tiny miny “travel agency”. On board the pick up truck, there was a trio of Arab looking men, with bags and bags of travelling bag with wheels, like the one you see in airports, they are heading to Phuket, perhaps waiting for their balls to be squeezed by the shemales there, Patong, ping pong, whatever.

Sitting beside them, a couple of short legged Japanese, busying themselves with a travel book, in kanji of course and beside me, this lovely curly hair Scottish lady with lovely green eyes. The most beautiful I have ever seen. Im in love, with the eyes. Heh.

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Haadyai, the city of joy. Aquariums and bars full of human flesh, dancing poles, and Malaysian tourists. All looking for an escapade via one’s dick. Dickhead. Im here only for one night, before travelling to Golok early the next morning. Lonely Planet suggested Cathay Guest House, that is where im heading. And Racheal too, and the donkey too. Damn.

Can I just kill you, donkey?

A remnant of B&B in Haadyai, pasted on the door of my rustic room. Orchestrated while we were having our "coffee", and while the donkey is busy wanking himself in the lalaland. Hello, she knocked on my door ok. What am i suppose to do? Do a weasel war dance?. Hohoho.


To Lovely Racheal, it was a blast, wasn't it? Cheers love. And dumb your stinkin' mad hairy jealous Jewish BF. Fuckwits.

Sorrow in a Hollow

Prayers for all victims in London, Iraq, Palestine and everywhere. Im helpless.

Parallel Travesty by Madnessinvain

Life is all we boast
Soul is all you toast

Hopes were copiously
Disaster a calamity

Will there be heaven on earth?
Mark your berth infinity

Because the root of evil demonised solemnly
May you rest in peace, in serenity

Amen.

Meme Book

So, im the next victim, thanks kepalaangin. I'll take the honour, but nothing much in reviews.


How many books i do own?

Lost count.

The last book i bought?

Tafsir Al Quran - Abdullah Yusof Ali


The last book i read?

The Alchemist


Five books that meant a lot to me (I have more, but these are my fav).

Tafsir Al Quran- My soul healer by Abdullah Yusof Ali. I bring it everywhere i go.

The International Jew - Henry Ford, Sr. World is so full of tricks eh?

The Alchemist - Paulho Coelho - Hopes are everlasting. I'll try my best.

Prozac Nation - Elizabeth Wurtzel. I was told Celebrex 800 is better.

Losing My Virginity - Richard Branson - Eccentric and flamboyant. Rock on!


I have a few in mind on who shall i pass this, but i cant locate my memory.

Ο ουρανός είναι στη γη;

The journey from Istanbul- Pitio-Thessaloniki-Mykonos will dread any shit out of normal human. Long waiting at the border. Kids running around, pedllers selling food, ferventing days of hardship. Crackles are everywhere. Night turns to day. Black and bright. But im enjoying every single second of it. The rumifications of two long lasting fighting empires, trolling trollops. Nice.


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As i am wandering on my wanderlust passage, a vision of me as a travelling traveller of soul, ignited by a perplex desire of ignorant stupidity. Sand on my feet slithering away, blown by the guts and glory of the paradise beach in the hedonics island Mykonos, the toast of harrumph. Azure beaches and bitches, mind you. Booze is halal, for them. One could not stop ogling on the rampant conjectures of semi naked, luscious, parched and tan bodies. Padded after another. Mighty sun reaking its glimmer. Elation is in the air.

Smell it. This is tang. Repugnant. Fucking fuck. Im in seven heaven.

A simple "ti kanis" can get you all night long of shaking beds. And draining energy.Why bother when you can have it all? Zealots of travesty. God and goddes are the story of apostles and infidels, lust is everything.

This is your life, are you who you want to be?

Of Soul, Food, Ibiza and...Life

Last weekend was a good break for me. Indeed, a good break for the heart and soul. I'm a damaged puppet, a plethora of infectious gangrine. My cerebral is knocked to its depth. And im still breathing for the wonders of the world. At this moment, as im looking at the vision of myself in mirror, plaited by white haze of cold, cloyed by the degree of human glutonny, infidelity and trecheary, i can see only a purview of nothing. Zero.

Broken yes, but not beaten. I am the king of the world.


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Italian Kitchen serves you the best seafood marinara i was told. And i have yet to taste it. It would be such an honour to have it hot, like the best chili crab served in Tanjung Harapan. Overseeing the muddy shoreline, lighting by the moon, shining up in the sky. Vanity in a pungent. A bland taste for the eye. Mighty, mighty, mighty.


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While she is busy interlacing herself in the midst of sheer vainglorious joy, all eyes are busy feasting on her hot body. Blue, yellow, and red. Those are the colours of ramification. Drops of sweat filtering away the clouds of foam. Ganja. "How can i hold this". The devil in me is chanting my lust. Affluent desire. Ibiza will always stay the same. Year after year, this is the destination of mockery, to hanker after, covetuousness. An attempt of disdain. Amnesia & Pacha. And flying bitches at Blue Rose..... ola!


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Her: I love him. He is the man of my dream.

Me: And all these 5-6 years you have been pretending that you love me?

Her: I have never love you. It's all bullshit.


Yeah, its all bs. After all things that we built up together, after all the sacrifices we endured together, hand in hand. Why didn't you tell this while you were a student back then? While we were having our sun and sea vacation? Why did you tell me after you have become the young rising stalwarts in your corporate world?

And why did you send me those sms from the Holy Land exactly 1 month and 1 week before you say goodbye?

"hi sayang, hope u're in good shape, at this very moment i feel calm n i've found my peace here. god has put me with a lot of challenges here. I only have 1 wish. I want us to be diijabkabulkan di mekah di masjidil haram"

Never once I blame you on whatever happened between us. It has been fated, a god's gift.


Dont worry guys, it happened long time ago, but the repercussion is everlast. I am still fighting for my life, praying for the best. Amin.