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To get clean again,
Can we get clean again?

We can't get back again.
We can't get back again.

Every glamorous sunrise,
Throws the planets out of line.
A star sign out of whacked.
A fraudulent zodiac.

And there's a memory of a window,
Looking through, I see you.
Searching for something,
I could never give you.

A sadness I can't erase.

"God of Wine"
- 3EB

Of a pain that will never subside

Boy meets gal. But it ain the much clichéd love at first sight thingy. It took boy 7 years to realised that. Realised that deep inside, he had etched that puppy love down inside, stashed away like a branded mark, never to be removed.

Yet, his Parker-sque, pusillanimous approach towards love never materialised into a blossomed bed of roses. (fart’s reading “The death of Gwen Stacy”) Protocol was stupid, but he kept the pain to himself. He didn’t believe in commitment. He still doesn’t. Because he can’t come to terms with the pain that comes attached. Perhaps he is just afraid of getting hurt.

But who isn’t?

爱得太久，心容易醉。

恨得太久，心容易碎。

My eyes touched hers today. Yet, the foremost reaction was to shun her and masquerade any chink of my acknowledgment via feigning. My heart gave myself away, however, when I looked far and wide for her moments after she presumably left.
Glances that were never rewarded.

Somehow, my brain went rummaging and this line just popped in.

"I'm always gonna worry about the things that could make us cold."

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放手吧　放手吧　错过的　太难追寻　走远吧　走远吧　眼底的伤和泪都只能是曾经。

Of starting young

fart isnt sure whether its an innuendo or merely a cheeky tongue-in-cheek, but this is certainly worth a peek. A little nostalgia goes a long way. Rainbow aficionados behold.



Excerpt:

George: "Yesterday we played with our balls. Are we going to play with our friend's balls today?"

Jane: "Ooooh yes, and I was banging away all last night with Rod and Roger."

Thanks to des for da link.

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Of wayang or plain stupidity

fart read an entry on one of the most interesting websites on sinkapo and was delighted to learn that his ideas on racism isnt entirely an isolated viewpoint.

"My two cents is that everyone in the world is racist in the sense that we distinguish between people based on race, just like we do people based on income, dialect group, fashion sense, whatever. That's simply human nature. If we took away race, we'd still find something else to discriminate amongst each other on."

fart acknowledges that the person who rightfully assert that he/her is NOT a racist is indeed the bloody opposite. fart says, go fart yourself lah.
This brings fart to the next area of concern; the marvellous ability of the homosapiens race to even outdo a shapeshifter in the event of saving one's skin. In the face of adversity, even a closer fren acquaintance can change faster than a piece of limtus paper in HCl.

However, fart also acknowledges that beauty is indeed skin deep but people all over are falling for it. This is why you see all the beautiful people sashaying on da telly. So lets not kid ourselves. Moreover, paying lip service is a wonderful morale booster, it works like a boob job; it is fake but it works. Whoever wants to listen to negative criticisms? Granted, they work too but not like a charm. Furthermore, its not for the faint-hearted.

This brings fart to the next point. People who dun succumb to worldly pursuits, are they purely naïve or plainly dumb?
fart hopes that time will tell.
But he profess that this isnt gonna happen in the long run, cos in the long run we are all dead.

*Kong si mi jiao wei!*


exactly.

Of stool-ents and campers

白 天我们是 stool-ents, 晚上我们是campers. 在multimedia lab 过夜的那种campers. 我们玩Java, C, ActionScript, Powerpoint. 结果发现，被玩的其实是我们自己。But we persevere， cos we LL (Plus, no horse run liao). Butthen, 我们realised that Sunday lab got no Ingterneck actseh. Nabeh.
At last, 我们 discover that, there's a more apt 字 to depict this.

KAN

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Of melancholic and soul

fart figured he should do some writing. After all, this merely proves the trivial fact that fart is still worth something, despite the larger picture representation of which is, purely, immaterial. (Actually, fart has gone thru repeated struggles to overcome the contention of putting this blog available, cos he view its existence as superfluous in the first place)


Away with the digression, fart shall draw your attention to what has been bugging fart. fart had been reading along the lines of Chobits, and fart deeply feels for this denial

"Is it that i don't know, or that i'm just not accepting the answer?"

and even more so for the "city with no people" series.

Cos fart feels this world is so cold. So many people obsessed with wordly possessions, busied themselves with things they think are important yet are but part of a meaningless life. And thus the thought of the meaning of fart's life popped into fart's puny litta head. But alas,

fart had no answer.

Drawing from the lines of Chobits, fart wonders if he would had been better off being a persocon. That way, fart could erase pain memories when they pose as a threat to overrun fart's sense of well-being and consume his soul. Retrospectively, ain being a persocon what all human perfectionalists are endeavouring to do? It's an ironic litta joke, but its as real as the next earthquake. So, fart tells himself to wake up from the Matrix, but his strength goes begging. Cos fart views a one man struggle as a futile action.

Coincidentally, fart has also just finished "Tuesdays with Morrie" and fart hopes that he too, could one day meet with such a nice fellow like Morrie and learn from him.

Fortunately, fart finds strength in the music that revigorate his soul. Beyond.

Adios. (Time for fart to return to the Matrix =( )