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.