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I pondered for a long while before deciding to publish some of these crap up the internet. After going through the full mutation process, I became an all "Shirt-and Tie" executive, I began to wonder how the hel* did I write all these in the first place. Amazing indeed. Will load up more crap as I feel like it in the near future. Presenting "All That Crap": The various poetry works I concieved under the heavy influence of alcohol. You (Part III) You (Part II) You (Part I) The Story Of "Me" () When Will I Be On The Road Again 5 years ice cream on a rainy day I'm Poor pubbing blues

You (Part III) - 27 Dec 07 Top of Page I was a stranger when we met you appeared in my life out of nowhere I don't know what made me click that button somehow we started talking about life, music and marriage and whatever that was under the sun I told you everything about me (less one thing) and I was surprised you even find time to care u were a stranger when we met i appeared in your life out of nowhere with a mask on my face and a cd in my hand somehow we started talking about travelling, food and movies and whatever that was under the sun it doesn't matter if you have told me everything about you since I was surprised I even find time to care And in the end it turns out that all lonely people are the same it turns out that all the questions i had asked it was to the lowly pity spineless me sometimes I wish I was there but I know I am not cause I'm long gone though I still miss your secret recipe don't ask me where am I going cause I don't know if I was in my right mind cause I never knew if I was ever there before someday we will be strangers when we finally meet again we may not know who was you and me after I had let you down maybe it doesn't matter I will just move backwards (quietly) and regress back into my comfort zone of golden shine but will you ever remember the 8 cups of coffee that I never ever got to claim sometimes I marveled why I still find time to care cause I know I'm not there anymore

You (Part II) - 26 Jun 07 Top of Page Her tinted hair of rising sunshine Woke me up like a warm fluffy towel Her lips were as red (and sweet) as the apples I had in The Emerald City Her skirt made her looked demure like an ocean of cream Her mind was on the Suduko puzzle I certainly wish I was the pen she was holding Her scent reminds me of a bouquet of lavender for a while, I thought I was in purple heaven I tried to steal a glismp through the corner of my eye I had a crush on her I wish I can fuck her On a lifeless train Enroute to a lifeless place

You (Part I) - 10 May 07 Top of Page I thought of you when I was sleeping You were my favourite pillow I thought of you when I was drinking It’s only that we could be doing it I walked aimlessly around town when i'm on a lonely road i hope you are walking towards me when I am approaching a corner I hope you will be waiting for me for a brief glance for a quick greeting for an obliging conversation and for whatever the fact that you are married (why do you have to get married?) just magnifies my pain cant u see he is only in for the money all plain lust all plain pain I don't know it was when that the Doctor became my best friend Or maybe is the DMX that he is prescribing for a quick fix for a good sleep for an orgasmic high and for whatever And so, in order to forget about the pleasure or the pain I made the final decision to let you go you ran into the path of the speeding car you really didn't know what happened to you or whatever that had happened to me I would have stopped you if only the car wasn't speeding for a long embrace for a concise thought for the last kiss and for whatever I still think of you when I am drinking though I always hope my next drink will be my last

The Story Of "Me" - 27 dec 06 Top of Page

When Will I Be On The Road Again - 22 sep 06 Top of Page from the star-stubbed Abbey Road to the horrible nightmares of Auschwitz how many of them had crossed the streets how many of them had fooled the world how many of them had boarded the trains how many of them had died from the coldness of the Berlin Wall to the land of cheers and beer in Bavaria how many of them had we built how many of them had we killed how many of them had we drank how many of them had we puked perhaps I was alone but I was not lonely (yet) I had 20 Euros and soon there will be none yes, it is coming to an end but it is not the end though if I am going back to wear a mask trust me I will wear it with "pride" try not to ask me when I am leaving again emotions may run wild and I may cry I suppose some questions are better left to be unanswered I tried to ask myself when will that be when will I be on the road again when will I not be on the road again

5 years - 16 dec 05 Top of Page it has been a long 5 years we been through so much building crappy houses in yangon walking around sleepy songkhla sheding tears on the bia hoi while ending that beautiful dream we had in chiangrai do you still remember that we were there when 2 person end their lives in shame what about the endless hours we had in the library for that "worthless" piece of paper dealing with my useless father was tough without you it will be almost impossible it has been a short 5 years just like a twink of the eye sometimes i think that we simply dreamed past all those shitty stuff what is 5 years compared to the rest of our lives? i am guilty, guilty and more guilty of all the sins I have committed you were always there as my personal pillar i just simply hide though i was never ever right from day 1 you never stopped believing in me and that is what the pain is the pain of not fulfilling the world's expectation, our families' expectation your expectations my expectaions it doesn't do poetry justice it was supposed to be a birthday pharse but now it doesn't seem like so perhaps i am just a sucker for glomminess one that does not know how fortunate i am to have you

ice cream on a rainy day - no date Top of Page ice cream on a rainy day as appealing as jim bean with milk the cold winds howling straight into my heart his eyes caught mine yes the ice-cream man's eyes look at his eyes look at mine hopeful and glad tired and weary a faint smell a selfish thought the differences clear from the beginning I wish I can savour some of his thoughts can't stand people that are happy don't want to his ice-cream don't want his coins want his hopes pure levels of optimism how unfair god says these can never be mine a idiot licking ice-cream on a large pavement crowded but alone

I'm Poor- jul 99 to mar 00 Top of Page I'm poor I'm ugly I'm an alcoholic Just want to live in my paradise where booze and spirits flow from taps where everyone is free from attachments where love comes easily Lust is no longer a sin There is no need for work it will be history The magic water will be a necessity Cum on baby, just join me I be the king, you'll be the queen we rule our paradise land to glorify it's fame to destroy all unseen enemies All citizens will be happy with the cocktails i gave no one suffers a perfect situation no religon it will be redundant all they care will be me there's no need to care abt the future future is bright by the rays shone by my lighthouse Believe me my love the time will come where you'll be joining me for the ride of your life time TRUST me i dun't lie we'll be together we be no strangers when we meet befriending Satan dining with the devil in the near future quietly in my own land

pubbing blues- dec 00 Top of Page beneath all the flashing lights and the loud music with the disco ball just turning round and round i'm just sitting there quietly sipping my honest vodka lime waiting for the miracle to come and who is always on my mind? the yuppies are dancing dirty dancing i can say drowning in the cheap retro music that i found myself in but do they know what's happening who is always on their mind? it's not the cheap diluted beer nor the bottles that i fail to afford it's heaven that i cannot find been searching it for a long long time along the river banks of the milky way far far away from home the good old man feels like smoking a filtered menthol cigarette from anybody who is willing to share a loser soft pack with him as he exhaled into the cold lifeless air to hide himself in the smoke rings he blew can u dance to the music can u sway to the tune just forget about the world its sadness loneness and pride don't worry dawn is not knocking i promised that the night will never end so just tell me who's on your mind now i'm born curious if that's what u want to know your real love or someone in your dreams the girl next door or a princess from the sky u got to have someone on your mind i'm sure of that eventually