The tidings of Christmas bringing joy to everyone around the world with presents and gifts.
For M, he finally heard her voice after 4 days of separation. Her voice brought a sense of calmness, relief, and happiness, and for her, supposedly the same. Now, he, longing for her warmth and comfort.
Christmas for two, from the distance.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Friday, December 23, 2011
Like a million stars.
Both of them are miles apart.
Both anxiously waiting for each other to say something.
Both anticipating a reply from each other.
Loving and cherishing every single second, every moment.
And both missed each other, dearly.
And he loves her, like a million stars up above in the sky.
Both anxiously waiting for each other to say something.
Both anticipating a reply from each other.
Loving and cherishing every single second, every moment.
And both missed each other, dearly.
And he loves her, like a million stars up above in the sky.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Disregard.
His heart trembled at the sight of the two of them at the airport.
Even if he knew that their meeting would eventually happen.
But a certain lie was told by her.
She just briefly disregarding his feelings for a split second.
And M gave her a sincere apology for being there as a surprise.
And her, begging for forgiveness of her mistakes.
Quietly though, M's heart was shaken by the incident.
The lies unwillingly seeped through his veins.
And his heart ached silently.
Her gentle manner sought to ease his quiet suffering.
And he digressed...
A prevention of a more unneeded escalation of emotional disregards.
He smiled at her.
As she flew off into the horizon, back to her home.
And now, wanting her beside him...
Even if he knew that their meeting would eventually happen.
But a certain lie was told by her.
She just briefly disregarding his feelings for a split second.
And M gave her a sincere apology for being there as a surprise.
And her, begging for forgiveness of her mistakes.
Quietly though, M's heart was shaken by the incident.
The lies unwillingly seeped through his veins.
And his heart ached silently.
Her gentle manner sought to ease his quiet suffering.
And he digressed...
A prevention of a more unneeded escalation of emotional disregards.
He smiled at her.
As she flew off into the horizon, back to her home.
And now, wanting her beside him...
4:54am.
Stubbornness clouded M's mind and vision.
She did not want him to come along to the airport...for what reason he does not understand. Instead, he needed to see her, even for one second, even with his last breath, even with a last spurt of energy. He gathered himself then.
The time is 4:54am.
And he is awake, to attempt to travel down.
To see her off into the horizon.
Where he could not hold her thereafter.
And no physical contact for 2 weeks.
She did not want him to come along to the airport...for what reason he does not understand. Instead, he needed to see her, even for one second, even with his last breath, even with a last spurt of energy. He gathered himself then.
The time is 4:54am.
And he is awake, to attempt to travel down.
To see her off into the horizon.
Where he could not hold her thereafter.
And no physical contact for 2 weeks.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Black Mage, Part IV.
Photoshoot done over the weekend.
Water Summon, Black Mage
A sad Black Mage...
Croma Black Mage Costume
Album link:
Black Mage Photoshoot Album
Water Summon, Black Mage
A sad Black Mage...
Croma Black Mage Costume
Album link:
Black Mage Photoshoot Album
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| Croma Black Mage. |
A blind eye.
He made his decision.
And with that, he fully closed his thoughts.
His words.
For all those unneeded memories of his rotten covered past.
To move on.
Slowly, but gradually.
As both parties rendered themselves unable to share wisdom and emotions anymore.
And he finally stepped away from the idiocy, lies and deceit, created by the fools.
The fools that have dauntingly destroyed his fragile heart.
Taking his soul away.
And he turned a blind eye.
His hope rests on his newly found shining star.
The star, graduating later today.
「おやすみ、Paloi」
And with that, he fully closed his thoughts.
His words.
For all those unneeded memories of his rotten covered past.
To move on.
Slowly, but gradually.
As both parties rendered themselves unable to share wisdom and emotions anymore.
And he finally stepped away from the idiocy, lies and deceit, created by the fools.
The fools that have dauntingly destroyed his fragile heart.
Taking his soul away.
And he turned a blind eye.
His hope rests on his newly found shining star.
The star, graduating later today.
「おやすみ、Paloi」
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Gold Coast.
Her smile lit up his sky.
Brightly shone.
Paved a clear way for his ever-mindful heart.
And their time in the Gold Coast, something to cherish.
Something worth knowing.
Something worth remembering.
As they grasped their somewhat fragile but endearing palms.
Clasped together.
Brightly shone.
Paved a clear way for his ever-mindful heart.
And their time in the Gold Coast, something to cherish.
Something worth knowing.
Something worth remembering.
As they grasped their somewhat fragile but endearing palms.
Clasped together.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Her.
They held their stained hands.
Folding them together.
Wrapping their feelings towards one another.
Likewise, an attraction.
And he finally found the answer to the hole in his aching heart.
Someone who deeply cares for his antics and idiocy.
Someone that went far and wide for him, just to see him.
To hear his voice.
And him, the same for her.
Finally...
Her.
Folding them together.
Wrapping their feelings towards one another.
Likewise, an attraction.
And he finally found the answer to the hole in his aching heart.
Someone who deeply cares for his antics and idiocy.
Someone that went far and wide for him, just to see him.
To hear his voice.
And him, the same for her.
Finally...
Her.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Supanova Brisbane 2011
The first week of November presented another chance for M to deliver his cosplay into the world. As things were calm and consensus within his spiral little world, a most unexpected thing happened. A skilled tailor and craftsman entered his world and became a lifesaver for his cosplay...and his already aging, aching heart.
The past few days, she was with him, always.
Day and night, morning and afternoon.
And both garnered a slight needy feeling for each other.
With them spending time, rather, wasting their lives with each other.
Rendered inseparable.
And she, did not want to leave his small, humble room.
Where both have spent days, sewing cosplays.
And mending their hearts together.
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| Croma Black Mage, Final Fantasy Fables: Chocobo Dungeon. |
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
That idiot.
His world turned upside down today.
And his mood isn't the best without knowing the reason why.
He waited for her late night, only to be thrown away to the side.
Still unknown to her, his reason for visiting her so late.
His reason for being ever so kind.
His reason for making her special tasting foods.
His reason for playing her guitar on his birthday.
And they parted ways without goodbyes.
But, he gave it all till the end.
And in 20 minutes, another idiot's birthday venturing near...
The idiot's blind facade and vision, could not see that he was always there for her.
But now, M turned away.
Nothing was left to be said.
Nothing was left to be done.
He gave everything for her, but she could not see it at all.
The idiot.
That made his life so special.
At one point...he does not remember.
Couldn't recall.
Both now, both of them deemed unworthy.
His anger, slowly rising.
His sadness, slowly filling up alongside the emptiness.
And his mood isn't the best without knowing the reason why.
He waited for her late night, only to be thrown away to the side.
Still unknown to her, his reason for visiting her so late.
His reason for being ever so kind.
His reason for making her special tasting foods.
His reason for playing her guitar on his birthday.
And they parted ways without goodbyes.
But, he gave it all till the end.
"I came here for you...!"He shouted, and never looked back.
And in 20 minutes, another idiot's birthday venturing near...
The idiot's blind facade and vision, could not see that he was always there for her.
But now, M turned away.
Nothing was left to be said.
Nothing was left to be done.
He gave everything for her, but she could not see it at all.
The idiot.
That made his life so special.
At one point...he does not remember.
Couldn't recall.
Both now, both of them deemed unworthy.
His anger, slowly rising.
His sadness, slowly filling up alongside the emptiness.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
23.
For what it's worth.
His friends held a surprise party for him.
Completely fooled.
His heart rested, and loved by everyone.
And really appreciated their kindness.
Their feelings.
And the whipcream to the face.
The silent corridors and hallways of the University, paved way for the both of them.
Quietly tracing footsteps.
Quietly making their way through.
He called her out after the party.
Just a moment's glimpse.
Just a moment's time.
And quietly, he strummed the guitar.
For her.
And held her hand quietly. Smooth, untouched.
And yet, her feelings unknown.
On the other hand, everyone else wished him from around the world.
But.
Certain people, disregard him.
Threw him off their lives.
Their memories erased.
Of what was left of him.
An ounce of tears kept hidden.
Happy but sad.
Truthfully.
And he is 23.
His friends held a surprise party for him.
Completely fooled.
His heart rested, and loved by everyone.
And really appreciated their kindness.
Their feelings.
And the whipcream to the face.
The silent corridors and hallways of the University, paved way for the both of them.
Quietly tracing footsteps.
Quietly making their way through.
He called her out after the party.
Just a moment's glimpse.
Just a moment's time.
And quietly, he strummed the guitar.
For her.
And held her hand quietly. Smooth, untouched.
And yet, her feelings unknown.
On the other hand, everyone else wished him from around the world.
But.
Certain people, disregard him.
Threw him off their lives.
Their memories erased.
Of what was left of him.
An ounce of tears kept hidden.
Happy but sad.
Truthfully.
And he is 23.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Ghilbli.
Ghilbli.
A spawn of movies from the same studio, bringing forth a portrayal of life that brought calmness in his heart. And he finally had the chance to view 3 masterpieces in one day, after his cosplay.
The night loomed, and she waved an early goodbye.
Walking alone in the drenched roads, dark alleys.
And M watched her nimble footsteps made their way into the shadows.
He dropped his consciousness, his mind blanketed itself from the night sky.
And he hastily ran for her.
To stay for just a little more.
His actions rendered her paralysed for a moment.
He felt some resentment from her words.
And he left her with an unsightly expression.
A failed expression.
However, much to his surprise.
She texted.
A spawn of movies from the same studio, bringing forth a portrayal of life that brought calmness in his heart. And he finally had the chance to view 3 masterpieces in one day, after his cosplay.
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| 隣のトトロ |
The night loomed, and she waved an early goodbye.
Walking alone in the drenched roads, dark alleys.
And M watched her nimble footsteps made their way into the shadows.
He dropped his consciousness, his mind blanketed itself from the night sky.
And he hastily ran for her.
To stay for just a little more.
His actions rendered her paralysed for a moment.
"Why did you come..?!"She shouted, somewhat angrily.
"Oh, nothing...I just felt like it."He jokingly replied.
He felt some resentment from her words.
And he left her with an unsightly expression.
A failed expression.
However, much to his surprise.
"It was very kind of you...thank you."
She texted.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Natural.
Natural disasters.
Something the human population can not avoid seeing.
Can not avoid happening.
An earthquake hit near her somewhat peaceful home and settlement.
And M, clinching his heart, held his worries.
But to her, his thoughts don't matter anymore, maybe.
He kept silent...felt that they were an obstacle to her.
Her attitude still somewhat cold...like the air around him.
Whispered silently to the cold, unforgiving air.
Wishing that the scarce wind would bring forth his message.
A thousand miles away.
But what was he waiting for...?
He does not know himself.
Something the human population can not avoid seeing.
Can not avoid happening.
An earthquake hit near her somewhat peaceful home and settlement.
And M, clinching his heart, held his worries.
But to her, his thoughts don't matter anymore, maybe.
He kept silent...felt that they were an obstacle to her.
Her attitude still somewhat cold...like the air around him.
"I really hope you're okay...safe and sound. Very worried about you. As always, like before."
"Wanting to hear your voice...all this while..."
Whispered silently to the cold, unforgiving air.
Wishing that the scarce wind would bring forth his message.
A thousand miles away.
But what was he waiting for...?
He does not know himself.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
Like a drama.
The library.
The noise was unbearable with everyone around chatting their ways about holidays and irrelevant topics.
And he has much to think about.
And his mood isn't the greatest one.
Much of his luck went down the drain recently.
The lack of money hampers his plans. His cosplay conventions needed money, food needs money, paintballing weekend needs money, his rent needs money. Forcibly maybe...he has to abandon his cosplay visits for now. And now, he, in search of a part-time job yet again...a waiter or a kitchen hand.
Assignment wise, a multitude of them piling up as pressures of life. Currently at this point of writing, his group members failings have decided to take a toll on M; writing 85% of the report for 4 members...isn't what he had in mind. And their innate ability to not show up together in group meetings or making excuses, somewhat making him increasingly angry. And after an hour waiting, none of them decided to turn up.
Failing University was also another problem and burdening his parents. He does not want to...but it seems, the increasing standards of work making life harder than it is already. Failing might be a reality.
And to top that, his health is deteriorating and becoming somewhat weak and frail. His mind concurred a standing resolution of jealousy and anger, love and hate. His heart still not mended, still broken. His "soul-mate" sealing her heart ever so well, and still no words.
And he ponders...with a headache.
Like a drama.
The noise was unbearable with everyone around chatting their ways about holidays and irrelevant topics.
And he has much to think about.
And his mood isn't the greatest one.
Much of his luck went down the drain recently.
The lack of money hampers his plans. His cosplay conventions needed money, food needs money, paintballing weekend needs money, his rent needs money. Forcibly maybe...he has to abandon his cosplay visits for now. And now, he, in search of a part-time job yet again...a waiter or a kitchen hand.
Assignment wise, a multitude of them piling up as pressures of life. Currently at this point of writing, his group members failings have decided to take a toll on M; writing 85% of the report for 4 members...isn't what he had in mind. And their innate ability to not show up together in group meetings or making excuses, somewhat making him increasingly angry. And after an hour waiting, none of them decided to turn up.
Failing University was also another problem and burdening his parents. He does not want to...but it seems, the increasing standards of work making life harder than it is already. Failing might be a reality.
And to top that, his health is deteriorating and becoming somewhat weak and frail. His mind concurred a standing resolution of jealousy and anger, love and hate. His heart still not mended, still broken. His "soul-mate" sealing her heart ever so well, and still no words.
Who would be there to save him now?
To provide a shoulder to hang on to.
To give him a burst of good luck.
To motivate him...and mend his heart.
And he ponders...with a headache.
Like a drama.
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| Misconception of realities. |
Saturday, October 1, 2011
October.
Turning a year older, later.
Maybe.
And her too.
ばか。
Somewhat contemplating.
Wanting to give her a small present.
Dropping something so insignificant into her mailbox.
Wanting to celebrate with her.
To be beside her then.
But the silent barrier between M and her was at its peak.
Truly, he wishes to give more than what her boyfriend has given.
But, as it stands.
Her broken promises still made its way through.
His messages, his feelings, did not made its way through.
And there is nothing he can do but watch.
Watching her from afar.
Watching as the time stops vigilantly, for the both of them.
Maybe.
And her too.
ばか。
Somewhat contemplating.
Wanting to give her a small present.
Dropping something so insignificant into her mailbox.
Wanting to celebrate with her.
To be beside her then.
But the silent barrier between M and her was at its peak.
Truly, he wishes to give more than what her boyfriend has given.
But, as it stands.
Her broken promises still made its way through.
His messages, his feelings, did not made its way through.
And there is nothing he can do but watch.
Watching her from afar.
Watching as the time stops vigilantly, for the both of them.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Halloween.
A severe case of Halloween freaks and followers plagued the lands this week.
Tonight, a clubbing invite from his friends netted him a chance to cosplay at the club's Halloween Costume Party...chances to win prizes, so he thinks. Alongside him, a number of friends who would join in his quest in wearing such absurd costumes.
Quite happy, in retrospect.
But...cosplaying in a club?
Is quite, out of the proportion.
To say the least.
Nervous breakdown incoming.
And the rain pouring outside.
Ever so slowly...
Tonight, a clubbing invite from his friends netted him a chance to cosplay at the club's Halloween Costume Party...chances to win prizes, so he thinks. Alongside him, a number of friends who would join in his quest in wearing such absurd costumes.
Quite happy, in retrospect.
But...cosplaying in a club?
Is quite, out of the proportion.
To say the least.
Nervous breakdown incoming.
And the rain pouring outside.
Ever so slowly...
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Promises.
As her friends sat and lay their thoughts on the broken promises made by her, M's promises was also overlooked.
Such simple things.
But seems as though, she was breaking it all.
And he felt dis-likened.
And a bit of frustration sets in.
Both her friends, and him.
Their feelings are not to be left alone...
And maybe in a right mind and in due time, she would finally understand how much it meant to them.
Especially M.
Nothing has been said from her.
ばか。。。
それとも最低？
かな。。。
A part of his heart venting a strong anger and pain emitting within.
Wishing he could just forget it all.
The other part of of his heart wants to save her from it all...
She was indeed, the one that made M felt like he could spend his entire life with.
To devote his life and dreams with.
He was prepared to give it all.
Give a 200% effort.
But maybe that's too much...
邪魔だから。。。と思う。
In M's own words,
She would always laughed at that.
But maybe not this time...
Maybe not anytime at all...
"Would you remember me?"
"Would you keep in touch?"
"Would you read this blog when you're free...?"
Such simple things.
But seems as though, she was breaking it all.
And he felt dis-likened.
And a bit of frustration sets in.
Both her friends, and him.
Their feelings are not to be left alone...
And maybe in a right mind and in due time, she would finally understand how much it meant to them.
Especially M.
Nothing has been said from her.
ばか。。。
それとも最低？
かな。。。
A part of his heart venting a strong anger and pain emitting within.
Wishing he could just forget it all.
The other part of of his heart wants to save her from it all...
She was indeed, the one that made M felt like he could spend his entire life with.
To devote his life and dreams with.
He was prepared to give it all.
Give a 200% effort.
But maybe that's too much...
邪魔だから。。。と思う。
In M's own words,
"I can see the future..!"
But maybe not this time...
Maybe not anytime at all...
「一人しないで。。。」
Monday, September 26, 2011
A small diary.
A morning walk to the bus stop in Southbank, with his roommate 2 days ago.
Going to Noosa, Sunshine Coast.
Every step he took.
Every place he put his trembling feet on.
Brought a sad, painful memory.
That corner in the ATM.
The little chair by the bus stop that she sat on.
That milk tea that she always buys.
The chair that accommodated two of them in the park.
The red swing that he pushed her gently.
The walkaway that they threaded upon the shorelines of the bank.
Holding her hand genuinely...never wanting to let go.
In Noosa.
The bright blue sky shone upon him.
Bringing a slight happiness, a slight enjoyment.
A nice breath of fresh air.
And ice cream made him happy.
As the night loomed.
The stars were as luminescent as ever, as he stares up towards the moonlight.
Hoping that a star that was overlooking him...to be her.
A flood of emotions came without remorse.
Still clinging on, still trying to find a way.
And his shirt absorbed the tears that rolled down his cheeks.
She was like a small diary, that was in his pocket all this while.
Were his last words of that night.
His heart ached...so much then.
And even now.
A small diary.
Going to Noosa, Sunshine Coast.
Every step he took.
Every place he put his trembling feet on.
Brought a sad, painful memory.
That corner in the ATM.
The little chair by the bus stop that she sat on.
That milk tea that she always buys.
The chair that accommodated two of them in the park.
The red swing that he pushed her gently.
The walkaway that they threaded upon the shorelines of the bank.
Holding her hand genuinely...never wanting to let go.
In Noosa.
The bright blue sky shone upon him.
Bringing a slight happiness, a slight enjoyment.
A nice breath of fresh air.
And ice cream made him happy.
As the night loomed.
The stars were as luminescent as ever, as he stares up towards the moonlight.
Hoping that a star that was overlooking him...to be her.
A flood of emotions came without remorse.
Still clinging on, still trying to find a way.
And his shirt absorbed the tears that rolled down his cheeks.
She was like a small diary, that was in his pocket all this while.
"Wish you were here right now..."
"Wish you could hear my voice right now..."
Were his last words of that night.
His heart ached...so much then.
And even now.
A small diary.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Fell.
Today, M tripped and fell...
Laughter ensues.
And later, added another level of stupidity within him.
Laughter ensues.
And later, added another level of stupidity within him.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Edge of the seat.
His weekend was full of wonders.
Full of excitement.
Dreams.
A day in Sydney, left another great impression in the eyes of many.
A day in Brisbane, for a film shoot that left another impression on his eyes.
A request to be a male model for new clothing lines.
And an effort spent in writing a review on his laptop, garnered attention from the companies, and seemingly wanting him to write another review and obtaining a free laptop in the process.
Bringing his life to the edge of the seat.
And M feels he achieved something in his life, yet again.
But his health, began to deteriorate.
Began to mock him just a little.
His head, showing signs of headaches.
Signs of fever, maybe.
Finding it just a bit harder to breath.
Finding pressures of life, gaining weight into his already fragile health.
For a short while.
And he, mustered the courage to smile.
Even if his heart wasn't mended properly.
Ever since her existence vanished into thin air.
Without a trace.
Of no words.
A glitter of light only remains.
Of her.
Full of excitement.
Dreams.
A day in Sydney, left another great impression in the eyes of many.
A day in Brisbane, for a film shoot that left another impression on his eyes.
A request to be a male model for new clothing lines.
And an effort spent in writing a review on his laptop, garnered attention from the companies, and seemingly wanting him to write another review and obtaining a free laptop in the process.
Bringing his life to the edge of the seat.
And M feels he achieved something in his life, yet again.
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| Gilbert Nightray - Pandora Hearts, Animania Sydney 2011 |
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| Steampunk Officer - Across the Stonewind Sky MV |
But his health, began to deteriorate.
Began to mock him just a little.
His head, showing signs of headaches.
Signs of fever, maybe.
Finding it just a bit harder to breath.
Finding pressures of life, gaining weight into his already fragile health.
For a short while.
And he, mustered the courage to smile.
"You're still somewhere within my heart."
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
空。
The fleeting sky passes.
Always dreaming of waking up with someone special beside him.
Always wanting to share his sky, with her.
And her, the same for him.
Wanting her, to wear his lifeless and disheartening shoes for once.
Just once.
To see that his eyes only saw her reflection.
To feel his foolhardy emotions.
His idiocy in putting her as a priority over his health.
And keeping her warm with his jacket, his scarf from the cold nights.
Regardless if he himself, is freezing.
His unrequited feelings.
How his heart raced with time.
Trying to keep the pace.
How painful it is to hold her hands, even if they are gentle and warm.
Even if they were so close.
How he devoted a great deal of his soul.
Just for one moment's notice.
From her.
And yet, his shoes were still empty.
Not worn by anyone.
Not her, not once.
To think, that he was waiting for something explicitly happy for once in his life.
A different sort of happy, rather.
Someone he could spend his life with.
Someone that could heal his already scarred heart.
But she had already abandoned him.
Heading to a one-way direction where nothing could stop her, but herself.
And he could only watch from a distance.
Could not reach her anymore.
His hands tied to the rails.
Her mouth sealed.
The full-moon overlooks the night sky, tonight.
And he closed his heart, for the 10th time in his life.
The sky, floating away yet again.
Always dreaming of waking up with someone special beside him.
Always wanting to share his sky, with her.
And her, the same for him.
Wanting her, to wear his lifeless and disheartening shoes for once.
Just once.
To see that his eyes only saw her reflection.
To feel his foolhardy emotions.
His idiocy in putting her as a priority over his health.
And keeping her warm with his jacket, his scarf from the cold nights.
Regardless if he himself, is freezing.
His unrequited feelings.
How his heart raced with time.
Trying to keep the pace.
How painful it is to hold her hands, even if they are gentle and warm.
Even if they were so close.
How he devoted a great deal of his soul.
Just for one moment's notice.
From her.
And yet, his shoes were still empty.
Not worn by anyone.
Not her, not once.
To think, that he was waiting for something explicitly happy for once in his life.
A different sort of happy, rather.
Someone he could spend his life with.
Someone that could heal his already scarred heart.
But she had already abandoned him.
Heading to a one-way direction where nothing could stop her, but herself.
And he could only watch from a distance.
Could not reach her anymore.
His hands tied to the rails.
Her mouth sealed.
The full-moon overlooks the night sky, tonight.
And he closed his heart, for the 10th time in his life.
The sky, floating away yet again.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
A movie.
Never would he think that he'll be an actor in a movie.
Seemingly today, he had an offer to play a part in a professional music video production featuring Steampunk characters; a genre of cosplayers dressed in a futuristic lifestyle of the Industrial age.
The director, Mr Ged Maybury, a famous New-Zealand author of children's books and steampunk genres, happily offered M, a chance to be in his music video made for his book publications.
Intriguing. Fascination.
Covered his blanketed mind.
And him, becoming increasingly nervous.
Set to film next Sunday.
Right after his trip to Sydney.
Exit-23 Productions, Across the Stonewind Sky:
http://www.pozible.com.au/index.php/archive/index/1107/description/0/0#info
Couriermail News Report:
http://www.couriermail.com.au/questnews/logan/duo-on-hunt-for-location-for-steampunk-music-video/story-fn8m0u8i-1226087759897
He thought.
As his mind squanders off into a fragment of memories about her...although small..
His feelings, still in a confused state.
And him, still quietly & patiently waiting...
But with increasing regrets and a slight resentment towards her.
Seemingly today, he had an offer to play a part in a professional music video production featuring Steampunk characters; a genre of cosplayers dressed in a futuristic lifestyle of the Industrial age.
The director, Mr Ged Maybury, a famous New-Zealand author of children's books and steampunk genres, happily offered M, a chance to be in his music video made for his book publications.
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| Intro to Steampunk |
Intriguing. Fascination.
Covered his blanketed mind.
And him, becoming increasingly nervous.
Set to film next Sunday.
Right after his trip to Sydney.
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"Across the sky..."
He thought.
As his mind squanders off into a fragment of memories about her...although small..
His feelings, still in a confused state.
He muttered to himself."What was I in her life."
And him, still quietly & patiently waiting...
But with increasing regrets and a slight resentment towards her.
More than just one life.
Today, he had a thought.
A silly discussion with 2 girls who had a secret crush on him, opened up his world.
Realising that he was in fact, quite desirable by the standards of many.
Realising that his life, his personality, garnered interest to quite a staggering number of people.
Whom they would devote their lives to.
Whom they see M to be something they would cherish their lives with.
But his mind was narrow, just one sided.
Pessimistic about himself, less confident about himself.
And failed to see the potential.
M felt he has yet to understand himself.
And now, wanting to have more than just one life.
A silly discussion with 2 girls who had a secret crush on him, opened up his world.
Realising that he was in fact, quite desirable by the standards of many.
Realising that his life, his personality, garnered interest to quite a staggering number of people.
Whom they would devote their lives to.
Whom they see M to be something they would cherish their lives with.
But his mind was narrow, just one sided.
Pessimistic about himself, less confident about himself.
And failed to see the potential.
M felt he has yet to understand himself.
And now, wanting to have more than just one life.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Wind.
The wind was at its peak today.
The brightly toned sky contrasted the denying wind, that nearly blew M off his feet.
A punishment for being light.
But, the somewhat unforgiving wind did not stop the two from having an insignificant afternoon.
Together.
A delightful sweet taste of pancakes that M made the day before, for her.
Turned into something more, maybe.
A lunch with her.
And she had an innocent aura surrounding her.
Complexity. Mysterious. Unpredictable.
An elegant stature.
But grateful nonetheless.
She said.
The wind carelessly blew her hair to the side.
And he smiled, quietly.
But still, his heart was wavering.
Still a lost child.
Still fragile and thin.
Maybe.
But.
The power of pancakes, not to be underestimated.
The brightly toned sky contrasted the denying wind, that nearly blew M off his feet.
A punishment for being light.
But, the somewhat unforgiving wind did not stop the two from having an insignificant afternoon.
Together.
A delightful sweet taste of pancakes that M made the day before, for her.
Turned into something more, maybe.
A lunch with her.
And she had an innocent aura surrounding her.
Complexity. Mysterious. Unpredictable.
An elegant stature.
But grateful nonetheless.
"Thanks for today."
She said.
The wind carelessly blew her hair to the side.
And he smiled, quietly.
But still, his heart was wavering.
Still a lost child.
Still fragile and thin.
Maybe.
But.
The power of pancakes, not to be underestimated.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Colours.
There are times where one has to stop devoting into something, ever so seriously.
And M has reached that conclusion.
His mouth has sealed itself.
The once beautiful memories, kept in the corner.
In a locked box, the key thrown away.
The origami, loses its colours.
But somehow, safely kept inside.
And that origami, always looking somewhere else.
Someone else.
Trying to fly away from her corner, back to a supposedly confused, unsure, "comforting" arm.
Ignoring the shadow that was there to save her, guide her.
Which what he had hoped for.
And he returned to his lifeless routine.
He whispered to himself...
And M has reached that conclusion.
His mouth has sealed itself.
The once beautiful memories, kept in the corner.
In a locked box, the key thrown away.
The origami, loses its colours.
But somehow, safely kept inside.
And that origami, always looking somewhere else.
Someone else.
Trying to fly away from her corner, back to a supposedly confused, unsure, "comforting" arm.
Ignoring the shadow that was there to save her, guide her.
Which what he had hoped for.
And he returned to his lifeless routine.
"Ciao..."
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
Save him.
"Save him."Is what his heart had whispered to the silent air.
His gaping heart, in need of resuscitation.
A near death state.
Right now.
He needs someone to save him.
Right now.
And M entered a hiatus...in his life.
And his heart, crushed to millions of pieces.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
5:46am
He could not bring himself to sleep, yet again.
And she has yet to say a word to him...
The time now is 5:46am.
And she has yet to say a word to him...
The time now is 5:46am.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Song for...
「これからの未来を託そう
力なくとも声かれても届かなくとも この歌を歌うよ
もし願い叶うなら もう一度花咲かせて
今なら君の哀しみもきっと 受け止められるから
星輝く空の下 もう二度と枯れない花
咲かせる未来(あす)をここに誓うから
“I promise I make you happy.”」
Even though I am powerless.
Even if my voice withers.
Even if it will not reach you.
I'll continue singing this song.
If my wishes will come true, I will make the flowers bloom again.
I think I can finally catch it, even your sadness.
Under the starry sky, a flower that will never again wilt.
I will swear, our soon to bloom future right here,
"I promise I'll make you happy."
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
A rain to remember.
The battering sounds of a thunderstorm.
The heavy rain, foolishly turn their way to the bleak surrounding.
He sits in his room, getting a glimpse of his new game.
Deus Ex: Human Revolution.
A revolution indeed; the game evolving around cyborg augmentations, and superb storyline.
Grabbed his attention and his mind.
But, an assignment due tomorrow. And he, as busy as a bee.
And it's been 6 days since she left.
The rain, reminded him of her.
The heavy rain, foolishly turn their way to the bleak surrounding.
He sits in his room, getting a glimpse of his new game.
Deus Ex: Human Revolution.
A revolution indeed; the game evolving around cyborg augmentations, and superb storyline.
Grabbed his attention and his mind.
But, an assignment due tomorrow. And he, as busy as a bee.
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| Deus Ex: Human Revolution. |
And it's been 6 days since she left.
The rain, reminded him of her.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Meaning.
When he said he misses her.
He doesn't know what she actually feels.
Does she really appreciate what he said and its true meanings?
Because he, from the bottom of his heart and soul.
Misses her company.
And still he can not figure anything out...
He doesn't know what she actually feels.
Does she really appreciate what he said and its true meanings?
Because he, from the bottom of his heart and soul.
Misses her company.
And still he can not figure anything out...
Friday, August 26, 2011
How.
Yesterday.
M was engaged in a conversation with his fellow classmates about a certain lecturer, whom they think is a really good teacher.
That lecturer coincidentally came out...and overheard it.
And acted cute; jumping like a rabbit towards us.
Tilting his head to one side.
Asking us how are we doing, and such.
M smiled then.
But inside, his mind was wandering out somewhere.
Thinking about her.
How was she doing and her safety.
His heart aches then.
And even now.
M was engaged in a conversation with his fellow classmates about a certain lecturer, whom they think is a really good teacher.
That lecturer coincidentally came out...and overheard it.
And acted cute; jumping like a rabbit towards us.
Tilting his head to one side.
Asking us how are we doing, and such.
M smiled then.
But inside, his mind was wandering out somewhere.
Thinking about her.
How was she doing and her safety.
His heart aches then.
And even now.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
She.
It was the first time.
She uttered,
His heart felt at ease, when she spoke.
When he held her tight.
And she rest her head on his shoulders.
Their arms wrapped around.
His and her hands tied together.
A warm, gentle but somewhat painful feeling.
And she's due to leave the country...back home.
She uttered,
"I'm happy with you..."
His heart felt at ease, when she spoke.
When he held her tight.
And she rest her head on his shoulders.
Their arms wrapped around.
His and her hands tied together.
A warm, gentle but somewhat painful feeling.
And she's due to leave the country...back home.
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| ケツメイシ『バラード』PV |
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Swing.
He was left into a silent retribution towards her undesired love.
The night after, he met her again.
She, returning his lost earphones.
But somehow, somewhere.
Something still exists between them.
Something small.
Fragile.
And they shared a timely moment on the swing by the park.
The night after, he met her again.
She, returning his lost earphones.
But somehow, somewhere.
Something still exists between them.
Something small.
Fragile.
And they shared a timely moment on the swing by the park.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
A special person.
「特別の存在。」
「彼女は。」
She held a special place in his heart.
Dearly.
The times they had spent together were irreplaceable and meaningful.
But somehow, her eyes did not look at him.
And finally, she broke free of her gates.
And it was over.
Between M and her.
「愛してた。」「全部、君だった。」
Monday, August 1, 2011
A moment of silence.
The park.
His surprise plan to meet her at the park after class, failed miserably.
2 hours of waiting, still nothing.
And he sat down, an unforgiving cold atmosphere.
His jacket wrapped tightly around his nimble feet.
His scarf with her sweet scent, covered his undeserving facade.
Absorbing his tears.
Staring up the starlit sky, his mind wandered off into the distant future.
Wondering what was his life meant.
What was he doing exactly.
He laid down on the grass.
A moment of silence.
His surprise plan to meet her at the park after class, failed miserably.
2 hours of waiting, still nothing.
And he sat down, an unforgiving cold atmosphere.
His jacket wrapped tightly around his nimble feet.
His scarf with her sweet scent, covered his undeserving facade.
Absorbing his tears.
Staring up the starlit sky, his mind wandered off into the distant future.
Wondering what was his life meant.
What was he doing exactly.
He laid down on the grass.
A moment of silence.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
SMASH Photobooth
A professional session with a seemingly professional environment in Sydney.
A few weeks ago.
A few weeks ago.
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| Sebastian Michaelis Black Butler |
Friday, July 29, 2011
Photography.
A slight newborn interest flared within his innards.
Photography.
A classy term, describing the art of taking magnificent pictures. However saying that, M does not have a professional camera...however his interest was of a long standing conclusion from his way of taking photographs.
And today, he finally met her.
A long, heartbreaking week for him.
But his somewhat cheerful eyes took a photograph of her beautiful smile, that resided in his heart all along.
Photography.
A classy term, describing the art of taking magnificent pictures. However saying that, M does not have a professional camera...however his interest was of a long standing conclusion from his way of taking photographs.
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| Nerang Valley. Queensland, Australia |
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| Itsukushima-jinja. Miyajima, Japan. |
And today, he finally met her.
A long, heartbreaking week for him.
But his somewhat cheerful eyes took a photograph of her beautiful smile, that resided in his heart all along.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Library.
The time now, 3:30pm.
M is sitting in the quiet halls and corridors of the Griffith Library, hoping to absorb some contact with his studies.
And it's only the first week...
And he, still anticipating her reply...
Her call.
It felt like an eternity.
Waiting for someone that you deeply cherish, yet somehow really less in return.
Unneeded maybe.
Earlier today though, Market Day was held.
The colourful limelight of a University, briefly shone upon.
And he, stuck in his Japan Club corner.
Serving patrons alike with amusement and information.
Wish he could cosplay, he thought.
M is sitting in the quiet halls and corridors of the Griffith Library, hoping to absorb some contact with his studies.
And it's only the first week...
And he, still anticipating her reply...
Her call.
It felt like an eternity.
Waiting for someone that you deeply cherish, yet somehow really less in return.
Unneeded maybe.
Earlier today though, Market Day was held.
The colourful limelight of a University, briefly shone upon.
And he, stuck in his Japan Club corner.
Serving patrons alike with amusement and information.
Wish he could cosplay, he thought.
Monday, July 25, 2011
"How are you?"
"How are you? Are you okay there...? Are you safe...? Are you having fun? "Things that he wants to ask her.
"Do you miss me...?"
She left for a trip with her beloved mother to the Australian Outback, for a week.
"I'll call you when I reach there..."
Her text enlightened him before she left.
His phone did not receive anything from her thereafter.
No sign of contact...for 2 days straight.
And he, increasingly worried as day passes.
Wondering if she is thinking about him right now...
Wondering if she does miss him...
Wondering if she longing to be with him right now...
Or maybe only her boyfriend...and not M.
And today, the start of the final semester for M.
Here's hoping that he will graduate...which is highly unlikely due to his complications with his subjects as of this moment...
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Baka
All he could think of was the word,
"ばか。"
Stupid, for short.
To himself, and her.
But he'd like to say sorry to her...
Probably the last time he'll ever do so.
He laid on his bedside, with pouring emotions and memories.
Of her.
She did not say anything for 2 days...
And he is losing hope.
"ばか。"
Stupid, for short.
To himself, and her.
But he'd like to say sorry to her...
Probably the last time he'll ever do so.
He laid on his bedside, with pouring emotions and memories.
Of her.
She did not say anything for 2 days...
And he is losing hope.
Monday, July 18, 2011
A little detour.
The corridors of the train and its miniscule seating brought M back from the airport.
A text was sent to her.
A meter away from her workplace...he finally met her after the long weekend.
He gave her a meaningless present...
And proceed to poke her palm continuously.
She however, held his hands thereafter.
Warm and gentle...as it always have been.
"A little detour, maybe." He wondered.
"Meet me before your work!"
A text was sent to her.
A meter away from her workplace...he finally met her after the long weekend.
"Welcome back..." She humbly said.
He gave her a meaningless present...
And proceed to poke her palm continuously.
She however, held his hands thereafter.
Warm and gentle...as it always have been.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
SMASH
A foggy day in the capital, Sydney.
The streets revealed two unwary, unnerving cosplayers; him and his brother. Heading to the venue. Heading to SMASH, the yearly anime convention held here.
M was surprised that many attendees remembered him from his previous endeavors in Sydney Supanova.
The night loomed.
The corner of his apron buzzed; someone was on the phone.
It was her on the other side of the receiver.
And again, he entered a blissful state of mind.
The streets revealed two unwary, unnerving cosplayers; him and his brother. Heading to the venue. Heading to SMASH, the yearly anime convention held here.
M was surprised that many attendees remembered him from his previous endeavors in Sydney Supanova.
The night loomed.
The corner of his apron buzzed; someone was on the phone.
It was her on the other side of the receiver.
And again, he entered a blissful state of mind.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Indecisive.
A sunny day out in the Valley for a lunch with her.
However, that brought locked memories and feelings into her.
Feelings that aren't reciprocated towards M but her boyfriend.
Heartbroken, he thought.
He could do nothing about it.
Neither could she.
They sat quietly on the banks of the river, reminiscing the fact that both are on a standstill.
Upset.
Unable to turn words to each other.
Unable to return each others feelings.
She still kept her resolve...her supposedly only answer; her boyfriend.
But M was still determined to change her.
To stay by her side...
The bus came, she poked him.
M did not utter any words of goodbye.
And her wounded, depressing expression on the opposite side of the bus window, left a scar on his heart.
However, that brought locked memories and feelings into her.
Feelings that aren't reciprocated towards M but her boyfriend.
Heartbroken, he thought.
He could do nothing about it.
Neither could she.
They sat quietly on the banks of the river, reminiscing the fact that both are on a standstill.
Upset.
Unable to turn words to each other.
Unable to return each others feelings.
She still kept her resolve...her supposedly only answer; her boyfriend.
But M was still determined to change her.
To stay by her side...
The bus came, she poked him.
M did not utter any words of goodbye.
And her wounded, depressing expression on the opposite side of the bus window, left a scar on his heart.
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| Holding on to something he can't reach... |
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Truth.
And she spoke what was in her heart all along...
And he knew she would say so.
She, made him. Kept him going.
Her voice was the glitter of hope that resided within him. Her warmth, was the one that held him during his great sorrow. Her encouragement brought a smile to his face every time. Her needless antics gave him his laughter.
But now, he has to let go...
From all his heart...he poured tears over the phone...
And even now.
In truth, he couldn't accept the reality...
And he knew she would say so.
"...and I still love him..."
"...I can't hurt you anymore...."
"I can't go to you..."
She, made him. Kept him going.
Her voice was the glitter of hope that resided within him. Her warmth, was the one that held him during his great sorrow. Her encouragement brought a smile to his face every time. Her needless antics gave him his laughter.
But now, he has to let go...
"Thanks....", he said.
From all his heart...he poured tears over the phone...
And even now.
In truth, he couldn't accept the reality...
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Sydney.
The will to travel alone for a cosplay trip came to him a month earlier. Few days ago, he traveled to the bustling capital of Sydney for the annual Supanova convention yet again. His first stage debut came, albeit without any thought or consideration.
Admiration, inspiration concluded & implanted into the minds of many.
Admiration, inspiration concluded & implanted into the minds of many.
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| Sebastian Michaelis, Kuroshitsuji. Sydney Supanova 2011. |
And his confidence and perception increases yet again.
He smiled.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Black Mage, Part I.
Long overdue post, he thought.
A packaged arrived a few weeks ago. The parcel stood as high as him and the soon-to-be Vivi staff came to life.
And later to be thick foamed and electronically applied for his iconic staff look.
A packaged arrived a few weeks ago. The parcel stood as high as him and the soon-to-be Vivi staff came to life.
And later to be thick foamed and electronically applied for his iconic staff look.
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| Snake Staff |
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Lovestruck.
M was due to finish a report by Friday. She was with him then in a late night laboratory study session.
No one was in the room.
Concentration was not an option.
She was there. A chair length away.
She hesitated, but kissed them.
He pointed to his lips thereafter.
And she lean forward.
An ecstasy.
A chair length away turned to an inch of no separation.
Her sweet scent, her smile.
Only to him that night.
No one was in the room.
Concentration was not an option.
She was there. A chair length away.
"I need some encouragement."He whispered, and pointed to his cheek.
She hesitated, but kissed them.
He pointed to his lips thereafter.
And she lean forward.
An ecstasy.
A chair length away turned to an inch of no separation.
Her sweet scent, her smile.
Only to him that night.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
"Arigatou."
When you held your dear loved one's hand closely. Her warmth soothes your well-being. And sends the beating heart to the point of no return. M felt her soft pulse when he placed his ears on her shoulders, still knowing that it was a one sided love's adventure. And M was to do no further. Into her boyfriend's territory.
Her hand was smooth, gentle, warm.
Sorrowful.
Both him and her.
And he told her,
"You are my 10th chapter. It was short and sweet. But I knew it was impossible for me. For me to be the most important thing for your heart to see."
She smiled jokingly, but uttered,
"Arigatou..."
That chapter ended.
No regrets, he thought.
No regrets...
Friday, May 20, 2011
Faded.
After a wonderful week with her, he finally had a glimpse of their relationship.
Sitting by the bench, the two of them. Inseparable. Oblivious.
To the one that had a split second to see her face.
M veered away from them. From her and her special person.
His mouth sealed. His tears unable to run down.
Unable to crawl out.
Unable to find their way to her.
And his heart died then.
Sitting by the bench, the two of them. Inseparable. Oblivious.
To the one that had a split second to see her face.
M veered away from them. From her and her special person.
His mouth sealed. His tears unable to run down.
Unable to crawl out.
Unable to find their way to her.
And his heart died then.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Black Mage
"Hey, no one has ever done Vivi from Final Fantasy 9 before!"
Her fellow cosplay friend uttered in disappointment, during last week's Cosplay meetup.
His heart however, skipped a beat. Her words became a fiery fuel, a temptation and desire to create something from out of the ordinary.
A black mage.
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| Black Mage |
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| Croma Black Mage, Female |
A significant amount of viewers and followers of the Final Fantasy series know fully how a black mage looks like. This gave him a sense of pride, even more so, taking him to the next step into the Cosplay world.
A costume that will evoke great happiness and joy and probably unlock some hidden potential within him. His black mage would be a cross between the ever-famous Vivi Orunitia from FF9 and the Croma Black Mage from FF Fables: Chocobo Dungeon.
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| Croma Black Mage |
Tons of ideas came pouring into his mind as of this stage.
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| Vivi Orutinia |
Another blissful state in life, so he thought.
Monday, May 9, 2011
The art of cosplay.
Cosplay.
A blend of reality and imagination within one person. The innate ability to present oneself, "in an out of this world costume", towards all walks of life in an ever ignorant, bustling environment. Adrenaline flows, the blood pumped. The moment when the costume enters a symbiosis with the body (wearing), a new personality emerges.
Portrayed even.
The attention perceived from the manner of wearing such "absurd and savory" costumes is thrilling. Compliments regarding work efforts, details etc. brings smiles, content hearts to the cosplayer. And him too.
M now, is an emerging cosplayer, wanting to experience the limelight that he wished for all these years. Someone to appreciate what he has done, a portrayal of regards and believe in him. He wanting more exposure to this world that seemingly opened up to him with open arms...
And he entered a blissful state in his life.
A blend of reality and imagination within one person. The innate ability to present oneself, "in an out of this world costume", towards all walks of life in an ever ignorant, bustling environment. Adrenaline flows, the blood pumped. The moment when the costume enters a symbiosis with the body (wearing), a new personality emerges.
Portrayed even.
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| Albert Silverberg - Suikoden III |
M now, is an emerging cosplayer, wanting to experience the limelight that he wished for all these years. Someone to appreciate what he has done, a portrayal of regards and believe in him. He wanting more exposure to this world that seemingly opened up to him with open arms...
And he entered a blissful state in his life.
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| Original Character - Pocky Butler |
Thursday, May 5, 2011
A darker side.
A friend came over to stay overnight for a personal study time and was left to be. The night came, and she knocked on the restless and sleepy M, asking for the password for his laptop...which she accidentally closed upon.
He did not like disturbances during sleep; the anger rose within him. He stared at the ceiling when the door closed. This moment, this time.
Hatred, anger, jealousy, regret. The overzealous emotions overflowed that room; he could not control it. His past haunted him, he, wanting to vent his anger somewhere.
The unnecessary rumours spreading about him, along with that person responsible.
The lies that surrounded another person that ruined his 3rd year, first semester.
The reluctant emotions of the one who received his Valentine's Day roses, 3rd year, 2nd semester.
The provocation of an imbalanced life, 4th year 1st semester. He was the victim in the crossfire.
And false hopes, just recently.
He did not like disturbances during sleep; the anger rose within him. He stared at the ceiling when the door closed. This moment, this time.
Hatred, anger, jealousy, regret. The overzealous emotions overflowed that room; he could not control it. His past haunted him, he, wanting to vent his anger somewhere.
The unnecessary rumours spreading about him, along with that person responsible.
The lies that surrounded another person that ruined his 3rd year, first semester.
The reluctant emotions of the one who received his Valentine's Day roses, 3rd year, 2nd semester.
The provocation of an imbalanced life, 4th year 1st semester. He was the victim in the crossfire.
And false hopes, just recently.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Reality.
Reality.
A divided world between the imaginary and the living.
It sets upon him. A week of joy and hope about her, fell to pieces. She had been living with someone else. Someone she still loves.
Dearly.
And no light could enter the supposedly ray of hope that nearly had begun to shape itself in the beginning.
He took a frisk walk to lighten his senses...of what he knew, was the girl that would have been the perfect solution to his life.
His ambitions.
His love.
The heart sank deep. Surrounded by mine fields.
And again, his story fails.
A divided world between the imaginary and the living.
It sets upon him. A week of joy and hope about her, fell to pieces. She had been living with someone else. Someone she still loves.
Dearly.
And no light could enter the supposedly ray of hope that nearly had begun to shape itself in the beginning.
He took a frisk walk to lighten his senses...of what he knew, was the girl that would have been the perfect solution to his life.
His ambitions.
His love.
The heart sank deep. Surrounded by mine fields.
And again, his story fails.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
A perfect day.
Flawless.
The lightly shone trees flustered. His day, ended with a perfect memory.
An effort lasting from the beginning of the semester paid off, as his project was thoroughly checked by his peers. Passed with flying colours.
The afternoon entered, with him trotting around the city.
Waiting for the origami to appear. He hid himself in the corner waiting. But she, had the same plan.
They smiled.
And his and her lunch time, began.
The lightly shone trees flustered. His day, ended with a perfect memory.
An effort lasting from the beginning of the semester paid off, as his project was thoroughly checked by his peers. Passed with flying colours.
The afternoon entered, with him trotting around the city.
Waiting for the origami to appear. He hid himself in the corner waiting. But she, had the same plan.
"Hey, I was supposed to hide there first!"
"No! I had that idea first!"
They smiled.
And his and her lunch time, began.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Origami.
She folded it gently, albeit making a mishap with her spontaneous quirky clumsy manner.
His eyes squint to see the origami folded into something beautiful.
And his eyes could not focus. Not the origami, but the beautiful person that engulfed his vision.
Her clumsiness drew him.
Attracted him.
However it may be.
And again, his story would be ending in a failure like the rest of them.
His eyes squint to see the origami folded into something beautiful.
And his eyes could not focus. Not the origami, but the beautiful person that engulfed his vision.
Her clumsiness drew him.
Attracted him.
However it may be.
And again, his story would be ending in a failure like the rest of them.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Overwork.
The end of Supanova 2011, brought him back to reality.
Now, he considered himself "overworked". The people surrounding him as of now wanting him to do all sorts of things. His hands are full, no, his hands overflowed with their requests and their beliefs. Some of the requests are due to half-minded people without any consideration.
People leaving things behind.
Questioning his authority.
Promises made to wash dishes. M washed them in the end.
Organising voluntary work for everyone, while other important members stand and watch the work being done for them.
More stories resided within him.
The budding flower bloomed too soon.
Too fast.
Deep within him, he suppressed his anger...his emotions.
An emerging volcano may pop out sooner or later.
Now, he considered himself "overworked". The people surrounding him as of now wanting him to do all sorts of things. His hands are full, no, his hands overflowed with their requests and their beliefs. Some of the requests are due to half-minded people without any consideration.
People leaving things behind.
Questioning his authority.
Promises made to wash dishes. M washed them in the end.
Organising voluntary work for everyone, while other important members stand and watch the work being done for them.
More stories resided within him.
The budding flower bloomed too soon.
Too fast.
Deep within him, he suppressed his anger...his emotions.
An emerging volcano may pop out sooner or later.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Saturday Supanova
Tiredless, eagerness, confidence.
He took pride in his costume, dragging attention around. Photographers took their line to snap a photo, while M presented a small contribution to cosplayers around the world.
However small the encouragement, he was content. Going back alone was quite an experience though.
And his feet smells. Day 2 incoming in an hour.
He took pride in his costume, dragging attention around. Photographers took their line to snap a photo, while M presented a small contribution to cosplayers around the world.
However small the encouragement, he was content. Going back alone was quite an experience though.
And his feet smells. Day 2 incoming in an hour.
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| Albert Silverberg - Suikoden III |
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Supanova
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| Supanova 2011 |
Supanova.
Twice a year, this event has unending possibilities of being one of the greatest events M attended.
And this weekend will be Supanova 2011.
All geared up, his costume 99% complete, his nerves cut and his excitement grows.
A weekend to finish off the fast paced March, starting April.
And to clear his mind of his troubles.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
"Miserable"
The lecturer's words are harsh. It bit him like a spider's poison. M knows he's miserable, and why did the lecturer repetitively use the word to describe his situation right now, and his endeavors with his project."You are miserable. So miserable."
The scattered puzzle pieces of M's mind needs to be picked up...and reshaped into something better.
By someone who will take up the challenge.
Supanova, a week to go.
And his costume, almost ready.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Expectation.
He had an idea. He was due to receive his new laptop the other day (which arrived just yesterday). A trick of mind comes to play, telling his friends on Facebook that he has a new girlfriend.
A spur of a moment.
Didn't think it was well received, but sadly for them, it's only a playful act from an unfortunate account, with an unfortunate life.
The laptop however, had exceeded his expectations.
A spur of a moment.
Didn't think it was well received, but sadly for them, it's only a playful act from an unfortunate account, with an unfortunate life.
The laptop however, had exceeded his expectations.
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| Sager/Clevo Horize NP8150 (P150HMB) |
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Innocent.
He is innocent.
A portrayal of disbelief upsets the balance of friendship around him.
But he, wanting to express.
Nothing was wrong, and even if it did.
He was the victim, caught in the crossfire.
A portrayal of disbelief upsets the balance of friendship around him.
But he, wanting to express.
Nothing was wrong, and even if it did.
He was the victim, caught in the crossfire.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Another one.
Another faint feeling.
He stepped over his gate, and saved them. The four clueless Japanese tourists were in need of help, without any word of English. M offered to listen to their woes, and befriended them. With the art of Japanese language.
To his surprise, they were another bunch of exchange students from Japan.
Again.
And that faint feeling came yet again, upon one of them.
She was interesting, and caught his attention.
The late night Uni-bar, filled with patrons. She needed to get back home, but again, clueless. And what did he do? He dropped her home even though he was dead tired.
Again, he felt lost.
They were due leaving next week.
One week to spend with.
And he ponders.
He stepped over his gate, and saved them. The four clueless Japanese tourists were in need of help, without any word of English. M offered to listen to their woes, and befriended them. With the art of Japanese language.
To his surprise, they were another bunch of exchange students from Japan.
Again.
And that faint feeling came yet again, upon one of them.
She was interesting, and caught his attention.
The late night Uni-bar, filled with patrons. She needed to get back home, but again, clueless. And what did he do? He dropped her home even though he was dead tired.
Again, he felt lost.
"Why do I go overboard all the time?"There isn't any gain from this.
They were due leaving next week.
One week to spend with.
And he ponders.
Monday, February 28, 2011
4th
The start of a new University year.
4th Year.
What will the future hold?
Sadness, tears and joy?
Or a massage even.
He's getting old.
4th Year.
What will the future hold?
Sadness, tears and joy?
Or a massage even.
He's getting old.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Wilted Orchids.
A saddened fact.
The wilted orchids sat in his room without an owner.
The owner, rejecting its call. Its nature to be with a loved one.
A moment to shine, it did not come. She, the owner, without a slightest emotion, does not understand.
The implications, the troubles. Him.
The orchids. Dehydrated, lifeless.
His letters and feelings to her, went beneath the sea.
To a place, no one knows.
The wilted orchids sat in his room without an owner.
The owner, rejecting its call. Its nature to be with a loved one.
A moment to shine, it did not come. She, the owner, without a slightest emotion, does not understand.
The implications, the troubles. Him.
The orchids. Dehydrated, lifeless.
His letters and feelings to her, went beneath the sea.
To a place, no one knows.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Valentine's Day
Valentine's Day was supposed to mend broken hearts.
Instead, a space was created.
The rift was further within...
She, stayed true to her type of guys.
Koreans. Like a magnet, she attracted herself.
Without even considering any doubt about the one who has supported her from the background.
Instead, a space was created.
The rift was further within...
She, stayed true to her type of guys.
Koreans. Like a magnet, she attracted herself.
Without even considering any doubt about the one who has supported her from the background.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Lay to rest.
When you feel slightly out of place.
The road takes you nowhere.
Seemingly it seems...
The horizon blanks out, the flood rises.
She's a thousand miles away, the flood surrounding her.
A safe haven.
He watched the days trickle by.
With each passing moment, his love grows.
His worries widened.
But, he, gasping for air, trying to hold on.
But, her eyes, her words did not meet.
And his stories lay to rest...
The road takes you nowhere.
Seemingly it seems...
The horizon blanks out, the flood rises.
She's a thousand miles away, the flood surrounding her.
A safe haven.
He watched the days trickle by.
With each passing moment, his love grows.
His worries widened.
But, he, gasping for air, trying to hold on.
But, her eyes, her words did not meet.
And his stories lay to rest...
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Soft spoken.
The soft spoken song.
"河野伸 / 高見優 - I can't tell you why," played through his headphones.
M sat in his office. The windows battered by the sounds of rain. A bleak surrounding.
Last night, he had a fright of his life. He called her...but no response. For the next two hours, he tried yet again...but no avail. No signal, no sign of life.
The message he sent. Unnerving, painful.
A headache built up, worrying about what's happening in Brisbane.
What has happen to her.
As he scuttled to find whereabouts of his friends and seeking asylum in her words and presence, his phone vibrated.
After 5 hours passed.
Hearing that, he felt his cholesterol levels dropped significantly, his headache slowly receding. And a calmness enveloped his heart.
However she rejected a call from him then after.
"河野伸 / 高見優 - I can't tell you why," played through his headphones.
M sat in his office. The windows battered by the sounds of rain. A bleak surrounding.
Last night, he had a fright of his life. He called her...but no response. For the next two hours, he tried yet again...but no avail. No signal, no sign of life.
"Please do not make me worry...tell me if you're okay every night? :("
The message he sent. Unnerving, painful.
A headache built up, worrying about what's happening in Brisbane.
What has happen to her.
As he scuttled to find whereabouts of his friends and seeking asylum in her words and presence, his phone vibrated.
After 5 hours passed.
"Sorry...was studying in the library. Got an exam soon. I'm on the higher ground, don't worry," she replied.
Hearing that, he felt his cholesterol levels dropped significantly, his headache slowly receding. And a calmness enveloped his heart.
However she rejected a call from him then after.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Technological.
New technology emerges from the ground up. M is greedy yet again, setting eyes upon Sager's new laptop, the NP8130 / NP8150 series...that has over the top performance, equipped with Intel's new Sandy Bridge processors, and NVIDIA's GTX 460m.
Something that he wants badly.
His one year old Sager NP8690 however, is being sold online to he hopes, a lucky and respectful owner. The money from this, will fuel his desire to attempt to customize and future proof the coming years of the technological era.
11 days after the start of the new year.
M sent an SMS to her, a few minutes ago.
And with Valentine's day looming, what will he do?
He does not have a slightest clue.
11.01.11
Something that he wants badly.
His one year old Sager NP8690 however, is being sold online to he hopes, a lucky and respectful owner. The money from this, will fuel his desire to attempt to customize and future proof the coming years of the technological era.
11 days after the start of the new year.
M sent an SMS to her, a few minutes ago.
"Be careful of the floods in Brisbane..."The restless one upsets himself with the typing of pointless advices and words.
And with Valentine's day looming, what will he do?
He does not have a slightest clue.
11.01.11
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Remembrance.
"Why did he not take me to his grave then...?"His grandmother uttered in despair after the ab-scorched heat took its toll on her frail body and mind. During this incident, a gathering of the villagers in the local, obscene but peaceful cemetery was in effect; to honour, remember and cherish the ones who died in the past years.
M's grandfather, was one of the fallen.
The one who gave him great memories of his childhood.
M stood by his grandmother, held a cardboard box folded into a makeshift fan apparatus, winding up a smooth but unstable air flow towards her. She was thankful.
This weekend was spent back in the longhouse of the Iban tribe of Borneo. 3 days to remember.
A day of relieving oneself from the harsh reality of a passing one.
A day of celebrating 2011. The New Year.
Riding on the back of a truck with 4 drunk women.
A 2:30am standoff between the drunken musicians of the Iban tribesman along with their potent extravagant rice wine against the unaware and sleepy M.
And a day of getting the truck stuck in the unparalleled amounts of quicksand, and the endless journey of heading back home with feet heading towards the depths of the sand.
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| Stuck in sand |
Remembrance.
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