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...

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.

"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.

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.

"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

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.

Stuck in sand

2011. Something that will prosper, and grow...or fall and wilt.


Remembrance.