Our race goes on and on.

The appearance of morning daylight.

2008-05-31T13:24:00.000-07:00

It was cold and it rained and i felt like an actor
and i thought of love and i want to feel better
the way she walks,
her lips when she talks.
I'll miss you, you're beautiful.

But it got warm when i heard i am feeling better
and i thought of mars, a place where i would bring her
her hair, they fall
onto a face, i would call
I'll just say it, you're beautiful.

Mr Az

2008-05-31T08:01:00.000-07:00

It takes a crane to build a crane
It takes two floors to make a storey
It takes an egg to make a hen
It takes a hen to make an egg
There is no end to what I'm saying

It takes a thought to make a word
And it takes some words to make an action
And it takes some work to make it work
It takes some good to make it hurt
It takes some bad for satisfaction

It takes a night to make it dawn
And it takes a day to make you yawn brother
And it takes some old to make you young
It takes some cold to know the sun
It takes the one to have the other

It takes some silence to make sound
And it takes a loss before you found it
And it takes a road to go nowhere
It takes a toll to make you care
It takes a hole to make a mountain

Ahhhhhhh, life is wonderful.

Night Games

2008-04-23T04:52:00.000-07:00

Although i was trying hard to preserve them - Dawn, my dreams, fantasies, waking nightmares - in my own private deep-freeze, He kept pressuring me to give them an airing. "Write them down. It will help you," he urged.
He is an oily unsatisfactory man; he tries to get me off guard and vulnerable. Of course he is my mentor. He is also a sly bastard who calls himself a friend. (Despite my best efforts I've never been able to shock him. As a matter of fact he has surprised me several times.)
So here i am, 'writing it all down' in my little book, taking my own very human clockwork to pieces.
I hope it helps.

Just for tonight, this will not be a supermarket.

2008-03-25T10:17:00.000-07:00

TV shows the two types of anger.
TV gave me a choice for my anger.
Explosive anger and impulsive anger.

Patience, patience, explosive patience.
Runs dry when you push the trigger.
& eat one yourself when you've cleared the entire audience.
Floating on a pool of your own blood, fantasizing your victory.

Maybe just for tonight, this is not a supermarket.

THIS IS NOT THE GUCCI OR LV WALLET YOU WANT AS A BIRTHDAY GIFT, but what to do? Kenny Boy Boy broke liaozzzzzzzzzz.

2008-03-23T11:25:00.001-07:00

As i watch you sing near the stroke of midnight, i couldn't help but ponder about our effortless but fruitful friendship.Forehead as hot as the sun, i sipped champagne and reminisce about the journey we had, the epic we shared in a paradise we called school. And as a way of celebrating your 20th, i'm sitting on a heap of dump i call my room, trying to be as poetic as possible.hahah! So Happy Birthday! & Just like what everyone like to say, ''May all your wishes come true!!!!'' hmmmm....

A dial on the phone was all it took,
for us to settle our differences and disputes.
For us to talk about the sun,moon,stars and you.

A sqeeze on the hand was all it took,
to affirm your precious friendship and love.
A refuge for all our problems, a neverending nerve.

A word was all it took,
to bridge our peculiarities and see the truth.
To recover from the perils of life,
& push it all the way to the roof.

So cheers to you,
being on the earth for 20 years.
I offer withered roses,
for those who brought you tears.

I love you as a friend,
for who you really are,
& for who you would ultimately become.

Yours truely, Mr Kenneth Mah.

My Child-like Fantasy

2008-03-07T12:02:00.000-08:00

Everytime i hang up,
pain composed of regret and desperation embraces me.
Dreams, they spread like wild fire,
only to a point of no return.

Everytime i hang up,
i fry eggs and ponder upon her renlentless appeal.
Moving beyond teenage dark obsessions,
to an innocent mild heart contraction.

I wake up to your calls everyday,
talking about picnics and child-like getaways.
And everytime i hang up,
I was certain that i'm here to stay,pray.

Ai Shey Kenny Boy Boy, Uh Uh Sey.

2008-03-04T04:59:00.000-08:00

Exhilaration,
is the breeze that lifts us off the ground,
and leaves us in another place,
whose statement is not found.

Please, Peace.

2008-02-25T11:00:00.000-08:00

I woke up in the evening,
planning to create peace in the world and stop all its evil happenings.

Stopping prostitution,
educating kids of all institutions.
Inventing a new brand of condom,
more reduction to child birth from wild sexual freedom.
Wiping out child pornography,
by showing Charlie Sheen that the 5001th isn't for free.
Controlling gun distribution,
by changing the president on the next election.
Stopping alcohol abuse,
by introducing an art,
mixing poetry and booze.

Seconds later i woke up again,
realising no one would come to my aid unless they gain.

Perched on the edge of my bed,
playing with words again and again.
maybe next time, i'll sleep in the drain.

Teo Hong Road.

2008-02-23T09:42:00.000-08:00

Dragging hard on a wet cigarette
Like a ghost, she steals my soul
Drifting off to Bohemia in my head
Reading like a libertine, out of control.

Riding on a vicious cycle, i loved her everyday.
Yet a moment of weakness was all it took to flush her with pain.

The familiar stranger that day ignorantly reigned saviour.
A hero to bring back my soul,

A girl with a heart of gold.

See the sights, feel alright.

2008-02-14T13:15:00.000-08:00

Loud tones, annoying dreams.
Noisy birds,beautiful trees.
Stumbled across a familar cycle,
with wheels operated against my morals.
A mug with smoke, an afternoon of thrills.
Another lie, another pill.
Message sent, i'm waiting again.
Another friend, indeed a pain.
Trying hard to find a decent trend.

I finally stumbled across myself again.

Happy Columbine's day.

2008-02-13T09:16:00.000-08:00

By now it's obvious to everyone, another year goes down the drain and i'm stuck with everything i started with. Sometimes i wish i was a scheming enough bastard, someone with demons and intelligence as company. This way she would be attracted and sucked in without her sober approval. But i'm not a person of demons and intelligence, my actions are based on pure,innocent instincts instead of concrete logic. I guess i could spend the day at home, drink some tea, put on a record and stay completely still and calm, pretending everything's according to planned. Sure as fuck, i have other options here and there, but i would feel the same ain't it? She blew me off ever so gently and professionally, like a considerate illusionist. I hate guns but i am a marksman. Give me one, and i'll treat it like a rose fucking everyone up. Hi, to all prozak painkillerss, i might as well. Be wrong.

Like a broken record player,everytime i look into her eyes:
I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am i doing here?
I don't belong here.

He should thank god that i'm not gay.

2008-02-12T09:32:00.000-08:00

What a nice day for a murder

You call yourself a killer but the only thing you're killing is your time

There's nothing absurder

than a bird that's a burden to your heart,soul,body,spirit and mind

Well don't look at me like that,
she won't take you back
Said too much, been too unkind.
Get up off your back, stop smoking that
Change your life, just might change her mind,her mind.

2008-02-10T10:13:00.000-08:00

This is so true,
watching us grow old.
Walk through the laughs of 88
seeing them bloom against our angst.

What is '' Fool Proof''
when we see nothing but the truth.
They lie everytime they see us cry,
soaking pass paradise and sing-alongs.

We are what we have become.
Laser eyes, Fairy tooths and Sunday Times.

When time is poetry, i'd rather be lonely.

2008-02-07T08:47:00.000-08:00

I never thought i would impress her
through meaningless conversations.
I never thought i'll be someone charming,
aiming somewhere near the complications.
I never thought, i never ever thought,

that i was right all along.

Through her eyes, i see the implications.
Blind the skies, so that no one sees me try.
Trying to crawl away from the missing blindfold.
Through her cries, i hear my mind.
Brainwash me with logic, so that no one's there when i whine.

She tries so hard sometimes, sometimes.

and i was right all along.

Tell Me That I'll Never Be Set Free.

2008-02-06T20:47:00.000-08:00

They told me i was the troubled one,
with lines so deep, i couldn't see far.
They told me i was god's only son,
so which one? which one?

There are times when i wished i was Frank Cadillac,
a man who lives his life two minutes at a time.
There are times when i wished i was Bradley Nowell,
someone brave enough to die,
someone struggling his ridiculous prime.

12:51

2007-08-12T12:28:00.000-07:00

I realised almost all bloggers talked about what they have done daily in a all neat and detailed fashion. So here's what i did.

A lizard dropped on my head and i counted to 20 before i wake up and start my morning. Its 3:52 in the morning i rubbed some tooth paste on my teeth and head out with my boxer shorts to the nearest canal. I got really thristy and i drank some of the water there. I urinated along the river as i walked. I was singing myself a birthday song while doing that. Pulled up my boxers after my long and relaxing pee. A black dog came out from one of the tunnels and started chasing me, i decided to walk as the dog is faraway from any immediate danger. i notice the dog was leaking gas as it ran towards me. Being smart and curious, i lit a match and threw towards the gas trail and i tickled myself in the balls as the dog exploded.I took its head and tied it round my ankles and i weeped as i carry on my stroll along the canal. Later on, i came across an ice cream truck.I robbed the sleeping ice cream vendor and used the money to buy chocolate chip ice cream cone from him.I found a knife tucked tightly under my underarms and i used it to carve HER name on every single tree i walked across. I climbed on one and screamed ''HOLY SMOKES'' all the way till 7am. 12 seconds later,eggs were thrown at me.i managed to catch one and i ate it like an apple. i walked home after that with mixed feelings and ambitions to change the world.
yeah, all in all it was just a big fat lie,that's what most bloggers do anyways.

2007-08-12T10:31:00.000-07:00

Healthy Horseman

Go to bed i'm tired but i already paid

aren't you

Time sleeps when i'm trying to lose it on you

aren't you

oh we don't have to

Meet me in outer space,

take me into a place where i laugh my head off

oh we don't have to

You're never forever

be what i want you to be

you're never forever

I'll pick you up when you're falling.