Note: This was written almost over a year ago in a fit of literary burst. There should be more to this poem, and the second part was meant to be comedic, I think. Something about the stench of the lady's farts that she would confess that would blow castles away, as the reason for rejecting the man. And then something about the men saying that it was ok, since he was lactose intolerant, and they would join one another in a sonorous tribute to the gods at their timely union.

But then again I kind of lost heart (and thread) of what I wanted to do with it, and so it shall remain, uncompleted, until I find the spirit to complete it. One day, when the spirit of the methane moves me, I shall.

Part I

[Courtyard, night.]

Man: As Luna shines her blessings on us tonight,
I entreat thee, my lady, yield to me,
For there is none that is my precious,
If your fairness not be.

Woman: Thy countenance fine to look upon,
Your courtly manners move me thus,
But yet I fear I must reject,
For I fear it would not last.

Man: Abate those thoughts, most beloved
Allay you I must,
Of my love I must profess
As undying as the overhung stars.

Woman: Nay, thy innocent as a newborn babe
Blame you not I can,
For this I claim shortfall on my part,
Alas! Afflictions that befall man!

Man: Man must not strive towards
What the gods have perfected,
For objects not wholesome,
In the eyes of lover one completed.

Woman: Pretty words to spring flowers,
Drawing moths to flame.
Have I been burned but once,
In such dangerous game.

Man: Would thou remain bitter,
Whereupon your faith?
In me place not better trust.
For you my heart I gave.

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I don't like blogspot cost the editing functions are quite terrible to use, and just because I don't like it.

That we would all not admit to.

I have pretty much of those, things that we would rather not anyone know.

The petty selfishness and jealousy that seems jarring against the common rhetorical that men should be so much better than that, but I think that there is only so much that we can rise above our baser instincts.

I am just back from the Philippines. Apart from the constant stream of people (very poor, poor and the flithy rich), the bellowing black clouds of exhust from the multi-coloured jeepneeys, the mishmash of buildings from all walks of life, the destruction of some beautiful trees, it was a pretty awesome place.

You felt like you probably had about 15 million people as your personal servant. Everywhere people start or end their sentences with the word "M'am". It was "Thank you M'am", "Would you like to try that M'am", "M'am coffee or tea?". People here are truly good at the service line.

It's probably a land that held more promise than what it actually is now, and sufficient to say was that somehow people (like me) are happy that other people are poor and continue to have poor sanitation so that we all can have cheap labor and things and the gratification of having bettered some third world lives.

Cynical, much?

I love the new fibre optics thing.

Torrent speeds are now in mb/s range! Woohs.

A 156mb file takes about 3 minutes to download.

Fibre is awesome, really.

I so love the colour of the wall, this will be what I will paint my next house. Maybe not on all the walls, but at least one face in the living room, the rest can be a lovely pristine white colour. The floors will be wooden and there will be cheery yellow/mustard things strewn around the room. Random knickknacks will hang from the wall like this too.

However, I don't really dig the clutter, maybe take off about 10 items off this wall and it'll be fine.


Oh darling, how I adore the whimsy.




It's really lovely, isn't it? Especially the white strip underneath the wall. The room'll need big-ass windows or mirrors though, otherwise it'll be really dark.


Even the bathroom shall be pretty mint green, I heart.

Wave your hands up in the air,
Run around the study room.
Proceed to pull out all your hair,
And now we can all despair.

Hahah it's not really stressful now, but I think I want to be prepared.

I have no money but I still want to travel during December. I just hope I can get some time off to do so.

FYP's not really starting, and I am worrying about what I need to do.

Some projects and deadlines coming up, but I guess I can handle that.

Some more unfinished business which I hate to look at and do, but what the hey.

Some money I don't know why I owe, but then too bad I guess I need to suck it up.

Some things time and money can't get, but that's okay, I'm pretty much over that.

想得却不可得
你奈人生何
该舍的舍不得
只顾著跟往事瞎扯
等你发现时间是贼了
它早已偷光你的选择

爱恋不过是一场高烧
思念是紧跟著的好不了的咳
是不能原谅
却无法阻挡
恨意在夜里翻墙
是空空荡荡
却嗡嗡作响

谁在你心里放冷枪
旧爱的誓言像极了一个巴掌
每当你记起一句就挨一个耳光
然后好几年都问不得, 闻不得女人香

往事并不如烟 是啊
在爱里念旧也不算美德
可惜恋爱不像写歌
再认真也成不了风格

我问你见过思念放过谁呢
不管你是累犯或是从无前科
我认识的只有那合久的分了
没见过分久的合

岁月　你别催
该来的我不推
该还的还　该给的我给
岁月　你别催
走远的我不追
我不过是想道尽原委
谁能告诉我这是什麼呢？

他的爱在心里埋藏了
抹平了几年了仍有余威
是不能原谅
却无法阻挡
爱意在夜里翻墙
是空空荡荡
却嗡嗡作响

想得却不可得
你奈人生何
想得却不可得
情爱里无智者

Not that I'm good with all the lyrics here, but there's this worldliness of the entire thing that I really admire. The song is really well written, if you look at the structure of it all.

I really need to improve my chinese, it's terrible.