Tidings.

Tidings and joy was brought upon the world on the 25th of December.

Christmas.

The birth of a religion (so to say), and for others who weren't part of this festivity, a quality time spent with their loved ones.

And shopping.

You have to ask this question:

"When will it NEVER be a sale in Malaysia?"

Being that, the sales ripped a new one in M's wallet. But he acquired new clothing gear, "Stylo", as his brother calls it.

And also something for her.

Tron: Legacy. In 3D

And now, 3 days after Christmas.

A different world.

Amongst the environment of working adults, M was clinging on a ledge in his new found internship workplace. Surrounding him, a burping Malaysian who has the bubbly looks and attitude, a 4 way Indian show straight off the bat, another fellow Iban who wants to drag him out smoking all the time, and a serious Iranian whom M strays away from.

Work matters aside.

As of late, M felt left out. Many things happened in Brisbane; he wasn't part of it...he missed the company. But most of all, he missed her; he wanted to tell her so, but before he knew it...she flew home for her own holidays...back to the busy Metropolis of Tokyo.

"Safe, and sound...perhaps."

He'd hope her to be.

Christmas, 3 days.

Xmas, in Midvalley

Christmas.

The morning in Malaysia. 

The birds flutter, the Golf course green as ever, and M is in the process of recovering his lost hard drive.


Over the days, things happened.


A goodbye to his life long friend in University.
A crazy 40mins journey to give a Christmas present to her, and back again.
The start of "work experiencing"
A small step into a new life.


With that, Christmas looms.

He already planned his presents and currently has 2; new underwater camera, and a 2 TB drive. The others, he'll have to wait for his pay.

But, the mind finds itself wandering, wandering.
To the one who grabbed his heart.


That Christmas present, would she cherish it, or would it become a distance?

PanoView Trousers

Sway.

Upon realising it, one's standards are high.

One wants the perfect build, the perfect romance, the perfect experience. Everything.

Discomfort was brought to the one who has tried to support her from the background.

Given that chance, the restless one will be able to grant that wish and maybe even to a greater extent.

But as he stands, the grassy knoll sways, the trees ruffle, and she said goodnight...without him replying back, knowing that his beating red heart was wavering and drowning, yet again.

Hardly.

Exhausted.

Mingled.

M still has halfway to go for his exams.

But during this important time of his life, he managed to squeeze in couple of gaming sessions with his friends...with 2 new amazing titles; Call of Duty: Black Ops and Lost Planet 2. In one spot of a day, he levelled from 1 to 27 in just a few hours (Black Ops)...pretty crazy. And for Lost Planet 2, he played till he's level 67, finishing both hard and normal difficulties. The extreme was next.

Lastly, he became greedy and bought an Asus EEE PC 1018P Netbook, for his travelling woes.

Oh woe is him. Hardly.

Horizon.

A weekend of anime, cosplays and attention.

Splendid, well made cosplay uniforms by people in Animania brought calmness and self relief to M...who seemed to be nervous wearing his over zealous butler costume in and out of the city.

黒執事

But from this weekend, from the horizon, he clearly broke through the clouds and the clutches of her spells and devious schemes; he was already free from her heart. Not even an ounce of tears, or anger resided within him anymore. No jealousy attached, no pain.

He smiled at the blue sky that day.

He can finally move on.

Now the moving on part, is the current concern; to whom he will devote to?

That...is something that he does not want to think of at this point in time.

TwentyTwo.

Pouring words and lost memories floated by when a shower of birthday wishes flooded his Facebook.

And still counting.

Today, M had a presentation. Successful with flying colours. He was glad that he proved himself a lot more useful that he thought he will be with the vastly succesful project and presentation. With that, he took into a liking of wearing smart clothing and ties to University; seems like everyone looks at you when you are out of the ordinary.

In a good way.

The time was 4:00pm.

M was a little dissapointed when his friends could not go out to the city centre with him at dinner time. He stood by the bus station, and waited for her. A smooth cold breeze swept by, giving him chills.

5:00pm

She hasn't appeared. His chilling body accompanied with his dissapointed smile almost took its toll.

5:30pm

He stood up and left. Saw a fellow friend with the same birthday and decided to chat. Then she asked.

"Who are you waiting for?"

"Some...one. Maybe."

His friend pointed near the ATM machine thereafter.

"Is that her?"

He found her. At last.

"I can't come tonight...", a soft spoken voice came from her.

An overjoyed M slowed his pace down and opened a sunken smile. His heart ached then.

Back home, his friend suggested a closer restaurant.

She came along then.

And his day grew brighter. Again.

"How long will this last before it falls apart again?"

He pondered.

The bed seem like a viable option for now.

22.

Something more.

He wonders who actually knew about his birthday.

What if he didn't put his birthdate on Facebook?

Maybe he's just hoping for something more.

"There's nothing you can do."

To begin,

Few days of temporary happiness.
A day of Korean Barbecue.

Bulgogi

A night to share one umbrella with her.

A night of crazy random dancing, random drinking games and random UNO playing.

"Seems too real, again..."

Something must go wrong,

One big drama, his life is.

32 minutes left.

Almost a year older

Already feeling old, he thinks.

28 minutes left.

Dress like a butler, for an anime convention.

It would mean the world if she comes along.

9 minutes past 12.
Hopes aren't high now. Falls beneath 5%.

"There's nothing you can do..." 

He heard his mind say so.
But his heart begged to differ.

"She seems like the one. The one will unfold the used paper, and turn it into something new."

Hardships.

The willingness to do particularly well in his course, fueled M's confidence in writing his major assignment and projects, so much so that he volunteered to compile, recheck, and rewrite all of his group member's English mistakes,references, missing words and citations.

But then what will he achieve in doing so? He wasn't sure himself.

Pride maybe.

However, the never ending punishment of writing complex setences, visiting library at ungodly hours, working during the recent Mid-Sem holidays and indulging oneself with research papers allowed M to witness a change in himself. That "change" lies within that one person, who seemingly calmed his heart and mind after long weeks of stress, with her caring and somewhat funny persona.

But then, he does not want to make the same mistake again; putting too much trust, pressure and feelings in his gestures, his wrongdoings, his emotions.

He did not want to suffer, just like before.

He did not want it to end, just like before.

A closed heart, just like few years ago.

His heart aches, again.

So far.

So far, M is content. Mid semester break serves as a well earned rest from a tired ridden M. He met the girl who started it all; his emotions, his guitar, his basketball, his personality. He said what he needed to say.

"Thanks. For making me into what I am now. Thanks for everything."

And today, his Japanese class brought him out to the beach. New friends, new stories, new hopes. This week will be a busy day for him, as he is behind in his work...and his social life.

Unable.

The words did not come out.

With this, an ever ending sense of responsibility and heavy emotions still lingers, and delays added to his premonitions and future.

His perspective of the whole situation, she does not know.
His side of the story, she does not know.
His parity, she does not know.

Oh how much does he want to express it and say,

"Thanks for the fun, over and done. Time to move on, I guess."

So says the heart.

It aches. Right now.

Moe。。。

For 2 days straight, M watched 電車男 (Densha Otoko), and it became his favourite Japanese TV Drama, not only because of its good acting and cast, but because of its relation to the actual story in real life. Every episode made him laughed so hard. Every episode has its sentimental values. Most of all, it made him cry in the end.

It's hard to think that such a man, was blessed with such amazing story true story, while M here has a love story that dwindles the heart, stops blood flowing, and fills a bucket of tears. Watching the drama, made his whole body froze...then his eyes sunk deep into the exchange girl student and her university picture that was kept beside him.

What is she doing now ? Is she thinking about him? What did she do with that gift he gave?

The mist clouded his vision...an unbearable pain came, and a different person; a cold, heartless girl came into his mind. The process of forgetting someone seems like an eternal time in hell...so he thinks.

For all honesty, M just wants a person that doesn't treat him like an ass, relief him from his utter desparity, and never leave his side.

Miracles. They don't happen do they...


「じつ に、もえです。。。」

Heartwarming.

The past week filled M with high hopes, high feelings, and emotional values. From out of nowhere, that one person stole his heart away, and in an instant, she left and went back to her university in Japan. She was an exchange student, a very interesting one.

Nonetheless, she made it seem like everything M did before was a dream, and was quite sad when she departed. Crazy things people do when they're in love; wake up at 4AM to see the exchange students off at the campus then going to the beach later that day is one of them , and the day before, going to Sea World & Gold Coast when 3 reports and a project were due in a few days, is another crazy idea. A week zoomed by just like that; countless of memories made with a meeting so short, so sudden but full of heartfelt emotions.

Before she left, M gave her a going away present. Not much, but hopefully she'll remember him in the future...wish she had stayed longer, M thought. He kept getting her name wrong though, but that always brought a nice smile from her.

And to the rest, they were a great bunch. The students came at the right time, where M was going to breakdown, and with that they empowered his confidence.

Kobe Daigaku, 2010.

Lies.

A tired fallen M, barely woke up today. Recent events in summary; a lost phone, a friend who lost his job and house, more songs to practice and remember for his new job, 2 mid-sem exams finished, a cousin that came without any notice, 27 Japanese exchange students that came, conquer and will play basketball with him tommorow.

But to all top that, a lie told by her. Distancing yourself from guys? Yeah, more like from just M himself. He wishes he didn't ask her to sing in the first place; painful, endearing, regret. Everytime he sees her, the world falls apart, the sky turns black. And yet, there's a faint of light in the midst of chaos and depression.

Exaggerated? No not really.

But weekend's all about Byron bay! Meeting his old friends, and an escape.

Distance.

His journey ended yesterday.
Devoid of all feelings.
Cruel reality cut down like a quick frostbite.
He knew she was going to say so, and his time stopped right there and then.
Now he, in search for a shoulder to hang on to.

Doubts.

For the first time ever, he has doubts in his heart. Some flair came by and nearly swept his feet off the ground; that flair was really interesting, nice, and nearly caught his heart today. She was interesting. But how far does it lead to?

However, he has to settle something...something he'd longed for in over 10 years...someone to be with.

きみに届け.

There's so many things he wants to let out.

Shout out.

Give out.

He'd only hoped that it reaches her, in a way she'll understand him better.

Threshold.

Things people say are hard to take in sometimes. They seperate one from reality and imagination, thus giving them choices...too many choices. Maybe they are not being serious. Maybe it wasn't what they want to say, or what they feel.

Tonight was something like that.

An inability to conceive a person's perspective over something, and the ability to ruin someone's life. The inability of a person to talk to his dearest friend, the ignorance of a friend towards that person. A normal person has a threshold regarding these matters; it's just how you would overcome it, and level it out.

Apparently M does not feel that his threshold is high enough for today. The level was too high for him to overcome, yet it still persists.

The ignorance of a person aches an overlooking heart, whilst the background perceiving another divided relationship between the heart and that person, knowing that person was already looking somewhere else, somewhere in a different sky...a sky not same as his.

Rain.

Few minutes ago, M and Kavin went to buy take away food. The night was silent, clouds fluttering. But 20 minutes later, a vengeful amount of rain came down upon the two. Soaking wet dinner.

Earlier today, a fight nearly ensued between M and a customer in Hakataya Ramen Shop; a newly opened Ramen shop that tastes amazingly similar to Hakata ramen in Fukuoka. However that isn't the point. That certain customer, whilst holding a baby, sat down with his friend on an empty seat. Normal, yes; but the shop was supposed to be order first, sit later. So the waitress kindly told him that rule. He didn't like it, and proceeded to stay further on the seat. He then said,

"Why didn't you write it somewhere? You are just a worker, what can you tell me what to do?"

The waitress, of course, was angry. M on the other hand, was furious.

 "Can you be considerate of others? There are many people waiting for a seat, and you just took their pleasure in seating after ordering," M budged in with anger in his voice.

 "Why don't you mind your own business and fuck off," that man said.

M was even more furious with what he replied, plus he was holding a damn baby! That man was close to a fighting stance, when...

"Please don't use vulgar language to others!"

A leaving customer shouted at that man from behind M. That man instead turn his attention to him.

"FUCK YOU SINGAPOREAN! WANNA TAKE THIS?" He bloated.

M was suprised with that asian guy; he saved his life. But M could understand that guy's frustration against the angry man. That angry man stormed off wanting to fight the saviour of M's life, but his friends stopped him, then proceed to leave the store. What a day.


Besides that, weekend was amazing. Camping in the chilly winter wasn't a great idea, but meeting everyone to catch up with was great. It's been awhile, hopefully he left a lasting impression. Never in his life he appreciated the use of his shower back in his room...and his hand still swells from that fall off the river rocks.

Is he able to do guitar? He wonders....

Back to his normal life.

Walls.

A mail arrived in M's mailbox stating,

"...we will revoke your student visa if you fail another subject..."

Why?...thanks for dropping his confidence even more. Seems like the walls are closing in on him, faster than he'd imagined. More regular visits to the library.

Not only that, the pressure's mounting on with his new Japanese class being pretty hard due to the lack of Hiragana knowledge M has. What makes matters worse was M was unable to pay university fees at the time of due date, and the university could not extend it. Then another problem came by; his grade checks felt like they weren't touched by the university!

COME ON FREAKING CHECK IT ALREADY!!!

Only thing that kept his smile up was his new found job for his favourite restaurant, as a guitarist. He was nervous, because he can't sing, and he doesn't know what to play...but he was determined to do something he loves to do.

Members?

Few weeks ago, M got offered a job in 7-8 restaurant as a guitarist. Last night he asked again for a serious offer, and he got a reply.

Now he's faced with a situation; to play alone, or to have someone beside him singing/playing. M was grateful for the opportunity to play in front of people again...but how will he proceed with these questions the 7-8 owner asked?

 "...equipment, extra members, date/time, cost, when.."

Now where's his brother when he needs him...

Undiscovered.

An exhausted M just got back from the most amazing trip ever. Japan.












Meeting everyone was great, visiting everywhere was great. But we will let pictures do the justice. As for M's exam results, well, whatever.

Off.

"Finally, I can release some stress within myself..." M said. 

Japan was within in a few hours...

Grades.

Dissapointed. Never he thought that he'd fail a subject, but TWO? Amazing how Universities are blind in checking. A very moody M was faced with many dilemmas, including packing for Japan, and reviewing all his grades. How could one fail a subject when he already obtained 50% for his pre-exam items and assessments?

A sure pass was already seen in his eyes but the horrors of looking at grades destroyed his confidence completely.

Hopefully Japan will get rid of his worries...but when he comes back there will probably be more trouble to handle, University and his life to come...

Almost.

Almost reaching Tuesday. The day he'll fly off to Japan. The day that he will say goodbye to many leaving friends, maybe her too.

Before that, he'll have to pack lots of crap, remembering phone numbers, laundry, money, watching Naruto, finishing some PC games he had lying around, Star Wars marathon.

Earlier today he met Jeremy, a guy who's absorbed into the Japanese culture long past the Samurai age. From what he described Japan as, there are many places to go. And M hasn't even planned for any of them, not to mention forgetting what Jeremy had said from the 2 hour long talk.

But one thing's for sure; M has something important to do in Osaka. It made him nervous, scared, but determined.

But what will he do once he find it?

His heart skipped a beat.

5am.

The sounds of a rustled bag and plastics echoed into M's room where he was sleeping. Lai was getting ready to go back to Malaysia. M instantly woke up to see him, with Kavin just moving down to his place on the other room in the same building.

However, it was 5am.

A time not so amazing in M's books. Weary eyes and overlooked moods covered the faces of the three men. And so they waved a temporary goodbye to their friend Lai.

These days, M felt oppressed. Somewhat on a grip. Things happens where he doesn't need it to happen. Hectic situations surrounds his week.

Recently someone's been feeling down. His instinct tells him that. But he could not help; he was scared to be a bother, already an unpainted picture on her wall, already a darken star in her sky. He'd hope to relief her of her sadness. But, she herself, would not do so.

Vodka.

The end of exams means a sigh of relief for M. He has much time to spare, going out with old friends and catching up with latest news.

Recently he just got hold of Final Fantasy Tactics A2: Grimore of the Rift. A game he always wanted to play and finally got it for an emulator on the PC. He can NOT stop playing it...

The end of semester means maintainence for Vanilla, his guitar. He had a bit of trouble in the beginning...but finally got patched up at the Valley. Meanwhile, he's looking for a Boss RC2 Loop Pedal station....

And just right now he just got back from the Reiji Night Club. Was amazing night with 4 friends of his. The club helped him get rid of his worries. And he thinks he drank too much...and choked on his 4th vodka shot. He felt sad after that. Now he's just writing random bullshit on this blog of his...

Ijyou.

"We end this tommorow."

He mumbled to himself, before he tucked himself to bed.

Sleepless.

The anger within him was rising; M really really really hates waking up just to do some stupid crap of an enrolment, then go back to sleep. Disturbs his life cycle and his best friend, sleep. At least he will finally learn some Japanese (Level 2).

The sleepless nights got him to dream about very very weird things these days. Last night's was no exception. M found himself a koala bear that could sing Disney Songs, and ate lamb chops for dinner. He must be getting crazy.

And on Sunday, Story of the Year with supports Saosin and Blessthefall will be playing in Brisbane. He'd hope to go because STOY are pretty good, and very good at lives but, the burden of studying already adding to his aching mind.

And 4 days to exams...

Starlit.

"I wanna travel far away. Just glide through space with a spaceship, with only myself as the crew, or maybe with a dog."

When M was small and naughty, his dream was to be a pilot. That dream shattered when he watched too much TV, played too much computer games for him to get these silly glasses. Today the starlit sky made him wonder, will we be able to travel to and fro in space?

Gazing histerically at the brightly coloured stars and galaxies.
The vast wonders of the universe surround Earth.
The endless beauty of the universe indulges the mind of humans alike.

Will it be something like Star Wars? He'd like that. He might even have powers that no one even knows. But for now, he'll just look from the bottom of planet Earth, of how the mysterious universe slowly changes to its desire.

A very dissapointed M didn't get any studying done today...due to the willingness of his friends being chatty. And some strange miracle happened; magically M's MP3 player appeared before his holy highness. Well more like, it was in the pocket of his jacket. A second level of stupidity entered him.

M started watching ヤマトナデシコ七変化 drama (Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge) alongside his new anime. Pretty funny, considering its based on the manga/anime.

World Cup 2010. Tommorow.

5 days to exams...and now with music. And his feet smells.

テガミバチ。

New TV shows seems to perk M's interest all the time. テガミバチ (Tegamibachi), caught his interest and provoked him to download it. The hero of the anime, Gauche, has amazing clothes; M feels like cosplaying as him...but the life of an university student was poor enough to afford clothing of his sort.

Something else happened. M was always clumsy, and forgetful. Every few weeks, he decides to leave something or someone behind and forgets about it. Much like the other day where he left his oversized orange IKEA umbrella in 7-8. Then another disaster has struck; his amazingly awesome Sony MP3 player decided to take a hike and jumped off a cliff so M can't find it. Hopefully it will magically appear itself.

And now, there are 6 days towards exams, and he's already tired of studying...and now without music.

Fromthedistant.

She doesn't know but, sometimes its killing himself from within. The way out is so thin, of a fine thread. The beating heart compressed together, stopping the blood flow over him. Sometimes he just wants to know what he was, who he was, why was he doing so, what did he do.

"What went wrong perhaps?" He asked. He could not answer.
"I should stop." He hesitated. He could not stop.
"Breath another air, maybe." He said. He could not find the same air.

What did he want?

To share the same colour, the same air, the same view. He wishes but untrue. Even for one single second, if his shoes were worn by her, he'd hope she understands that from the distant, he'd like her to see, from his eyes, his clouds and the blue sky he longed for all these years...

Rift.

A sweet time in the library excludes M from the outside world. As the study day turns towards the darken sky, he blurred into a minor sleep. M felt he's going down in a spiral, towards an empty rift...

What was there to see at the end ? Peril? Despair? Suffering?

His hands stretched out.

Who could it be, the one that will grab these tainted hands?

 A figure came to light; the sweet scent that he used to know.

The figure brought a sincere smile to him

The rift became an obstacle...

 He could not reach it, and his eyes awaken...

 He looked at his MP3 player, and it was already night.

"Pack up, let's go fill my stomach."

Upon leaving, he left an unsightly expression behind that faded away.

Goofy.

The lights are off, and the bright room dims into the darkness. M felt a nostalgic moment. Goofy Movie; a movie that he used to watch when he was a kid, used to inspire him a lot. The blackened room lit up of the Disney logo, and M took a few hours off his studies to watch both The Goofy Movie and Extremely Goofy Movie.

As this moment, M will enter a hardcore study mode. A full day in the library will hopefully help him through his exams; during childhood he dissapointed everyone too much by failing exams. Now, a sense of guilt and accomplishment surrounds him, leading him to study countless of hours to not dissapoint his parents.


However, after watching the two Goofy Movies, he felt a desire to watch movies in the cinema...but who would go with him during this crucial time of exams? No one.

Message.

Crisitan and the rest left a message on M's laptop during the BBQ night. Although it was stupid, M felt grateful for having friends like these.

Martin Hi!
I'm Jisoo.
You don't hang out with me anymore.
I don't like you.
I hope you buy a laptop for Cristi.
Bye bye :D

haha

Martin!
It's Cristi.
I love you secretly.
Bye

Martin!
It's Kavin.
I love you more than Cristi.
Bye.

Martin!
It's Lai.
I love Cristi and Kavin.
So stay away from them.
Bye.

Invasion.

Everyone arrived at M's house last night with overestatic moods and a bucket full of stories. Kinda reminded him of Lord of the Rings, where the horde of Sauron's armies attacked Minas Tirith in the 3rd trilogy. The whole house was frantic and chaos; everyone was talking and drinking. It was a sight to behold. And it came with a dire consequence; a garbage dump of a kitchen.

Although it wasn't as long as last year's 4am swimming pool party, the atmosphere was great. But in the background, M was running back and forth trying to entertain every guest that was there.


Before M said to his roomate that he will take the party outside. However another group was BBQing outside , so there weren't any space left...so the kitchen became the new black. He thinks that he pissed him off and was not looking forward to meet him in the morning...if he ever does.

Clean.

A minute ago M was confronted by his very reserved roomate who didn't look too happy seeing the food and drinks in the fridge. The roomate, whom M do not even know his name after knowing he existed for 1 year, was going to complain that it might be noisy and he's studying for final exams. M hastily mentioned that the party was going to be outside. A closely shaved bullet...

And now, M, like a bee frantically looking for honey, is cleaning his room and dumping rotten crap into tens of plastic bags...but only after 5 minutes of cleaning, he glanced at his guitar and started playing it.

Beef.

University's over. Yesterday M went to purchase heaps of meat for the hungry hearts BBQ tonight. He was worried; he doesn't know the head count that will invade his humble room and therefore do not know what food should he be cooking.

Last night, Lai, M's friend, proceeded to take off the heating system in M's shower that resulted in the water being amazingly cold. M went in and out to fix the heater, and on the third try, he went out the garden. He dropped his glasses then, so instinctively went to pick it up. For some magical reason, the sliding door behind him chose to come off its railings and drop on his head and this added another level of stupidity within M.

Other than that, the dream to visit Japan is coming true. Everything was booked; flights, accomodations. All was there left to do was, to set foot in the land of the rising sun. M doesn't really care if there was plans or not; he just wants to go everywhere in the 2 weeks that were given. Maybe he'd like a hair cut there...

Prince.

What does it take to be a Disney prince?

Is it courage?
Is it confidence?
Is it honor?
Is it greed?
Is it for the one you love?
Is it out of respect?

Not any of that. To be a prince you must be a badass like Dastan, from the Prince of Persia movie, 2010. The epitome of badass, comparable to Tony Stark from Iron Man.

No Disney Prince would back flips in the most amazing situations, fights with dual wielded sabres, jumps on every roof imaginable, took a whole castle by himself, runs away from ostriches, kills himself to prove that he was innocent, dodges billions of arrows, and turns back time to save the world and lived to tell about it. Dastan shuts every prince up with his overwhelmingly badass moments.

M thought Disney's Prince of Persia was amazing. Pretty decent story, pretty good action. Now he was presented this question:

What if he had the power of the dagger? What would he undo?

He would turn back time to undo one of his biggest mistakes in his life.

His love.

Defy the future? He wishes.

furawa.

When I met you, it defintely wasn't by chance
Without noticing it, I remember that wind.
Until when will our journey continue?
When I noticed it, they were blooming.

Wind up the clock and play back every day
The one that screams what I dislike, I'm chasing this shadow
day by day
Are you ready? It is a race to that place where the bad memories grow
We always made some noise every where...

Even if I can't say "thanks" easily, I hate that part of myself
Even if no word exits my mouth...
Deep in my heart, they're searching for a way out.


Anything and everything has become scattered.
Broken and vanishing
But even so we believe in the days spent together
Some things will never change...flower.

Cause your broken pieces escape and fall in the palm of my hand
I'll get them and put them back together again
Like making a puzzle about you, yeah
Uh..We made a harmony just like a flower's memory
The way we shine is like diamond ring, so I wanna say to you

BACK-ON - flower

Gawai.

It's that time of year. The day of merry men and many drinks from the tribes people of Sarawak Borneo, Malaysia. The day of many parties and celebrations throughout the tribes houses.

M was too far away from home to celebrate Gawai, and felt a sense of guilt within him. He hasn't done so for a long while. Gawai day is a rice harvest festival celebrated by the Iban Headhunters of Sarawak, Malaysia. M himself is an Iban. Moreso that he wanted to go back home, and forget the worries that have been troubling him for the past few weeks.

But seeing his friends made him think otherwise. The coming Friday would have a BBQ delight at M's house, equipped with a pool, a basketball court, and a BBQ area. So maybe that's a good enough Gawai substitute for the lost Iban here in Australia...

Nice shoes.

A funny thing happened earlier; a presentation for M's subject was on today. His job was to present an input signal that's been fiddled around and giving a desired output (yeah boring stuff). However the pressure was unbearable; many panicked, including himself.
 
The lecturer came over to check his work, then M noticed something; the lecturer has new shoes. M figured if he could be nice to the lecturer, he might relief himself from the panic...and gain some marks...

"Nice shoes."

The lecturer laughed briefly then looked through the presentation.

Well let's just say it didn't go as well as M hoped for...

Pastry.

Today, the earliest dawn of day, (well only 7:30am), M woke up with the absurd coldness in his room and outside. His alarm was on snooze mode; every 5 minutes it rang for a duration of 30minutes. So by saying this, M got up at 8am (of course we are all lazy people).

University lectures was in fact, boring. He tried to keep his nimble eyes open and perky ears to listen, but no avail. Close to sleep. But in return he finished his electronics project; a solar USB charger. That works...not exactly well.

All was well through the day. He later found his friend, Hiro, who was recovering from a severe hangover last friday. Hiro here felt miserable, but took into the liking of the Black Smirnorf (which M drank half a cup) and decided to take matters into his own hands.

Hiro accompanied M home, and on the way, the smell of pastries linger...

A common smell in Malaysia, where cheap RM1 - RM2 or $0.50~ AUD pastries that taste so amazing, that it seems like they put drugs in it.

The smell was so good, that both men took 30 minutes of their lives searching for the elusive pastry...looking silly in the process.

Begin.

We begin the story of the poster, who's life was of ups and downs.

Expressing his emotion and life was always a thing he wanted to do, but unable to do so. Unfavourable situations and uncoherent times.

We will refer to this poster as, "M".



Today M woke up, blurred expressions and blank minds. He stood, walked over to the Gibson Les Paul standing on its guitar stand. Strums. He turned to the laptop on his left. Opened it, then went on Facebook.


M swallowed his breath, as he looked through his MSN to see if that person was online. Nope. No avail. He lets out a huge sigh. The jackhammers in the heart start their work; M was always worried, but just felt at loss in saying something.


Relieving himself from the burden, he played Battlefield Bad Company 2. A great game, never fails to attract his attention. His friend came over at 1:30pm. M's uneasyness left him when he met his friend, due to upcoming Japan Trip he had plan with this friend.


His friend left thereafter; has a study meeting going on. M again sits there at his room. Hesitatingly thinking of what to do next. He wondered about that incident; he felt broken and unused, but tried very hard to keep a chin up...and to this day he tries to keep a straight expression, but it kicks the heart at the worse possible moments; sadness engulfed his darkened heart, and refused let out words.


With that, UVERworld calmed his heart. Their songs are amazing, the band is amazing, the sound they envelope calms his heart...