Wednesday, January 26, 2011

rururu (the song that change the world)

Nee doushite sugoku sugoku suki na koto

Tada tsutaetai dake nanoni rururururu
Umaku ienaindarou...

I should have move on, I should have hold on. I had my heart broken again. I should have move on. But I just ended right where I started. It started with you. Here I am now, with you. Same as two years ago,  same as always. There you are again tending to my broken heart. I wish I could hold you, but your hands were already holding someone else. Whenever I'm here with you, I feel happy and yet so sad. There was a song that I liked, but I didn't remember how it goes. 

Nee semete yumede aitai to negau
Yoruni kagitte ichidomo rururururu
Detekitewa kurenaine

I should have told you that day, I should have hold you that day. On that little beach on the far side of the world, there we are together, sitting on the rock just made for two. The sun was shining bright, but that little tree just gave us shades just right. With our feet ever burying in the sand as tides came in. We knew it was just perfect, to me at least. There's something I want to tell you. But the words seems so hard to come out. Instead I just swallowed it all. Maybe I was afraid then, maybe this feeling was just a phase. We just talk about the life we had these past few years, played in water, and then we left. And then I remembered that song. The melodies was cheery but somehow gave a melancholic feeling. 

Nee doushite sugoku aishiteru hitoni 
Aishiteru to yuudakede rururururu
Namidaga dechaundarou...

I should have told you that night, I should have hold you that night. But I didn't. As the tears started to swell up in my eyes. I left. And then the tears started to drop like rain falls. Tears I didn't knew I had. I cry but I never knew why. You did ask me why. But I lie. After the tears dried up, we went out. As other sleep and dreams about the star, we were awake and lively as the owls. We hang out together till the morning at that cafe, we didn't talk much but just sit there watching the Mothman on the television. I sent you back. That evening I receive a text from you...saying you are crying. Both of us knew that night was the last night we would ever meet. The world had separate us apart and so as my heart. And then I remembered the words of the song. But I never understand it, because it was a foreign song.

Futari deatta higa

Sukoshizutsu omoideni nattemo

I shouldn't have told you, I shouldn't have hold this feeling towards you. But I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't pretend anymore. I told you everything that night. But all you ever said was...if we met earlier things would be different. But we didn't. Your hands still hold the hand that was not mine. And all I had was the stars. Eventhough it was beautiful way up in the heaven, it really was just a dead rock floating in space. Dead under the stars. Now I know the meaning of that foreign song.

Aishiteru aishiteru rururururu
Nee doushite 
Namidaga detyaundarou

There was a song that I liked. It was a foreign song. Its melodies was cheerful but yet so sad. If you heard it, you may liked it or may not liked it. It was not an everybody song. But it was very meaningful. It was a song that changed the world. It changed my world. Here, I heard the song echoing in my little heart....rurururu

LOVE LOVE aiwo sakebou aiwo yobou

Sunday, January 9, 2011

The Misadventure of Ms. P Vol 1 : Bread Under the Stars?

Take a break, have a kuweek...!

This is a true story that happen to Ms. P.
Its was a nice shiny day. Ms P and Ms B are off to take a walk. Talking about girls stuff that would never make any sense to any boys. Just girls being girls. (Yes, Ms B is a girl bear, see the ribbon on her head?

But suddenly, Ms. P hot guys radar sense is tingling! Bzz! Eonng! Eonng! The Platypus Radar Antenna is scanning the area. BEEP! Target sighted! Its on Ms P. three o'clock.

TARGET LOCKED! Wow! A hot guy! And there's two of them. Well done Ms. P. I guess your hot guys radar really work. There she goes, all over the hot guys. Even her eyes turned into a heart shape. Mind your manner Ms. P. "Kuweeeekkkkkkkkk!" she said. Translation: "Hunky and delicious! I've fallen for them. I want to make them mine! He's the one for me. My prince charming!" (I guess that what she said. I don't really under stand platypus language). at first sight, how romantic.

This is how they looked in Ms. P eyes. Two prince charming riding on on a great white horse. Smiling with those pearly smile. Guys who looked handsome like this should be rich and famous right? They should be sons of a millionaire or a businessman. They should have big house and big cars. Oh how dreamy. Its every girls dreams.

But in reality....
According to Ms. P they were actually Myanmar people who worked in a factory. I don't know if they really were handsome or anything. But maybe she's into them, I guess. (No offense to the Myanmar people and sorry for the drawing. I got lazy to draw their faces again so I just put in numbers on their face)

There they go....paddling at the speed of light. The handsome, man hugging, bicycle riding dreamy person was too good to be true. Poor Ms. P...I guess she had to keep moving on in the search for true love. Don't worry Ms. P, as they say 'Love come in many form'. Just believe in yourself. The End.

Story by Ms Platypus
Arts and ruining the story by Amri GloomySunday

Call 1-800-MURDER

Its 7.30 am. As usual Mr. Smiths wakes up from his bed. He brushes his teeth and takes a shower. There's not much to tell about Mr. Smiths, he is in his forties, and never had a wife. He is always a routine man and he is quite polite. He doesn't talk much and have a very few friends. He seldom leaves his apartment except for work. He likes to keep everything to himself. It is just another dull day in the life of Mr. Smiths. He put on his clothes and his coat and he's off to work.

When he got to his car, there was a pamphlet on the wind shield of his car. Some kind of an advertisement for an agency. Without much of a glance he take the pamphlet and tuck it deep into the pocket of his coat. He got in his car and drove it to the place he work. He drove the same road and past the same building for almost 20 years now. Everything was the same, not much have changed except for few new roads and buildings here and there. Nothing change. But today is different for Mr. Smiths, for today there is something that would happen to him. He is getting his promotion. There is a new vacancy for a senior officer post as the previous had recently died. This was his chance to make a change.

He arrived to his nice little office. As always his secretary serve him coffee. But he never drink that coffee because it always leave that weird taste in his mouth. His secretary told him to meet the Mr. Wright, his boss. So he off to meet him. Upon walking toward his boss office he tumbled upon Mr. Lind, the new uprising star of the company. He just recently started working there. He's much a people person, and always prefer people to call him 'Bob'. Everyone was so fond of Bob, but Mr Smiths never liked him. He had that dastardly smile that Mr. Smiths felt uneasy with. So he pass the ever smiling Bob without looking at him.

"Sit down, son" Mr. Wright told him. Upon working with the same person for almost 20 years, Mr. Smiths knew that there something bad that will happen. Mr. Wright have this habit in telling bad news to people. It always "Sit down, son", "Its a nice weather isn't?", "Have a cigar, son" and among others. Its his way in for PR, by giving the cake first and then cut it with a sharp knife. This was bad for Mr. Smiths, and he knew it. 

"You have worked here for almost 20 years son" Mr. Wright told him. "You were always a bright kid then"  Mr. Wright building his speech. "You always done your duty and always finishes on time. You never ever complaint. I know you did a lot for this company. But...". Here it come thought Mr. Smiths. "You don't have ambition. You never done more than what you're given. Thats why you never get a promotion. 20 years is along time, son. Its better for you to just worked the way you should have been where you're comfortable with. Have a nice retirement and than live a comfortable life. You should have a wife. You are now in your forties. And about that promotion....I'm giving it to Bob". And there it was. 

Mr. Smiths just kept silent. He leaves Mr. Wright office, and went back to his nice little office. He finishes his work and off to go back home. In the parking lot, he met Bob. He smiled at him and put his hand upon Mr. Smiths shoulder. "I'm sorry man" said Bob, and then he leaves him with a smile. Smirking in his car.

Mr Smiths got into his car and drove home. It was raining hard. He couldn't even see what in front of him. But Suddenly his car broke down. Without any fuss, he just got off his car and started walking home. The rain was cold on his body. He just walked on as cars passes him by. And finally he got home, all drenched and tired. He sat on his couch. Looking at the television that was not turned on. And then he remembered the pamphlet on his car earlier. He searches through the pocket of his coat, and pull out the pamphlet. The pamphlet says:

Do you have a  PROBLEM with someone?
Do you need to EXTERMINATE that someone?
Don't be in TROUBLE anymore...we will HANDLE that PROBLEM
Call 1-800-MURDER 

Without giving it much of a thought, Mr. Smith called that number. "Hello, Good evening. Murder Line, what can I do to help you sir?" said the operator. The voice was somewhat strange, as if he was talking inside one's head. "I like you to exterminate someone" said Mr Smiths. "Okay sir, would you mind giving the person names, address and workplace sir?" Mr. Smiths gave the details. "Thank you sir, your request would be done within 24 hours. Have a nice day sir." Mr. Smiths hung up the phone. He took off his wet clothes, takes a shower and then he's off to sleep. He sleep deep that night.

Tomorrow morning he goes to work as usual. He took the bus that day as his car had broken yesterday. He arrived at the office but the office had a strange feeling that day. As if someone had died. Everyone looked gloomy. He sat on his chair in his nice little office and then Mr. Wright came in. "Do you heard the news" said Mr Wright, but Mr. Smiths shrugged. "Bob died last night" Mr. Smiths. was shocked. Was it because of the phone call he made last night? Did he died because of him. Mr. Wright just keep on talking, about how Bob was a nice person, how great he was and how dearly he will be missed. After he finishes, as Mr. Wright was about to leave his office, Mr. Smiths asked him about the promotion. "I'm sorry son, we are still in a state of grief. The post would be vacant until further notice. But you should consider what I said yesterday." Mr smiths knew he was turned down again and he would never get that promotion.

He finishes his work and got off work earlier that day. All he kept thinking was the phone call he made yesterday did kill Bob. If its true, he can kill anyone he wanted. Anyone he never like about and never get blamed. He can change his dull life into anything he wanted. He can change. In the bus, he kept thinking who he should exterminate next. Maybe he should kill all the candidate for the job post. Maybe he should exterminate Mr. Wright for not giving him any opportunity. Maybe he should exterminate his secretary. He knew that she always spit in the coffee she makes for him everyday. He just kept thinking on the person he should terminate until he got home.

At home he pull off a pen and a paper. If the phone call was true, he should try to list down the people he wanted to terminate. The people he didn't liked. First he started with his secretary name. He really doesn't like her. Then Mr. Wright name. and then the office boy name, and then his neighbor name. As the night went on, the list gets even longer. Pages upon pages he wrote the names of the people he didn't liked. what started with a few names became a thousand names or even more. Ranging from the kid next door he didn't like to the name of the president.

Morning came in. Mr. Smiths doesn't realized that he written all night. The names he came out was quite a lot. Eventhough he was a quiet person, he hate a lot of people. He felt disgusted. He took the phone and started dialing the number. "Murder can I help you sir?" said the strange voice operator. "I would like to exterminate someone" said Mr. Smiths shaking. "Who would that be sir?" Mr. Smiths kept silent for a while, looking at his list there was so many people he wish they were gone. And then he answered, "I would like to exterminate all human". "You mean all human sir? Okay sir, your request will be granted. But to the nature of the request, it will take a while. Thank you sir. Have a nice day."

Mr. Smiths hung up the phone. He kept thinking what have he done. All human? Was it even possible? He didn't go to work that day. He just sat there on his couch. And then the screaming started. Mr. Smiths heard screaming and crashing everywhere. People were in a state of panic. The screaming gets louder and louder. He didn't dare checking up what had happen. He just sit there on his couch terrified.

The screaming ended up for days. He did not turn on his television or do anything. And at the seventh day, the screaming ended. Everything was silent. Did it stopped? Was all human already dead because of him? He thought to himself. And then suddenly there was a knock on the door. He pulls out his courage to open the door.

In front of the door was a man with a black suit. He was bald and his skin was grayish. "Good morning sir". Said the man without moving his lips. His voice was strange as if it echoed inside the brain. "We have finishes your request sir. To exterminate all human sir. All there is left is you sir. You're the last human to live in the world sir." Mr Smiths was shocked, he didn't know what to say. "As you said in your request sir, that you want to exterminate all human. I'm here to exterminate the last human sir, and that is you sir" said the man. "But you can't! How can you do this! You're human too!" said Mr. Smiths panicking. "I'm sorry sir, I'm not human". With that last word...every human in the world was EXTERMINATED.
The end

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Jimmy don't fly (On the Edge of the World)

What would you do when you lost everything? What will you do when you lost your hopes and dreams and even your pride? I lost everything when I lost Jenny. Jenny was everything to me, and now I have lost her. She died in a car accident about 6 month ago. In about that time I have lost my job and even my apartment. I cant seem to concentrate in anything anymore. All I ever think was only Jenny. Even the picture I took have lost it touch. It is never bright or happy as it did before. The picture of the sky I used to loved to take had become so gloomy all of the sudden. I lost my job about 4 month ago and lost my apartment 2 days ago. I wander aimlessly this past two days...and here I am now on the roof of a fifteen floors building....looking up at the sky.

We use to looked up at the sky, the three of us. Jenny, John and me. We are the closest friends there was. The three of us was always together. Dreaming about the sky. Someone told us "that the sky's is full of dreams, but we don't know how to fly". We always wanted to fly higher. John as a great architect, me a well known photographer and Jenny a top model. She was suppose to model for me...but she never did and never will.

Oh John, I didn't notice you there. What are you doing on the roof of this fifteen floors building? Did you came to see the sky as well? John is saying something to me...but his words doesn't come to my ears. I guess the wind may have taken the sound elsewhere. Its pretty windy up here. All I can see is John lips moving without any words coming out of it. I cant seem to hear him or the world anymore.

John looked old and pale. I guess the accident really affect him as well. After killed her John. She was with you when the accident happened. You drove so fast there wasn't anytime to break. You hit a car and now she is dead. But John wasn't to blame. The night the accident happened Jenny and I had an argument. And who she seek for comfort. You

I guess there's nothing left for me anymore. With a single step, I will fly to the sky. To the dreams we once had. And with that single step, I fall from the roof of the fifteen floors building. I can see John screaming but I cant hear it. His face grow ever smaller. It took about 95 second before I hit the ground. But it felt like an eternity. If I had see it earlier, if I had noticed how she felt about him. This wouldn't never had happen to us. If I took less picture of the sky and more picture of her, I should have saw it. I'm a photographer but my eyes were blind as a bat.


Jimmy lay motionless on the ground. People started gathering around him. I couldn't bare to see him anymore. There something I wanted to to tell him. But no matter how hard I try, he cant seem to hear me anymore. There's something he didn't know about the night of the accident. Something I kept secret from him. I was wrong to take her from you. I was wrong to push her into loving me. That night after you had the fight with her, she came to settle things with me. I beg and plead for her to leave you. But she didn't. She loved you and you alone. I drove fast out of anger and that car came out of nowhere. She died and I lived. I wish I was the one who died that night.

You shouldn't have done this. You shouldn't have destroy everything you dream about. If you have taken less pictures of the sky and more pictures of her, you should have noticed. That she loved you so much and wanted you to lived. 
The end

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

154 days 5 hours 4 minutes 49 seconds

This is from the one you left behind. The one you left behind a very very long time ago. 154 days 4 hour 35 minutes and 49 seconds ago to be exact. I know because I counted. Not a single moment I didn't think about you. Not a single place I go that I didn't see you. Your looks, your movement, the mole under your eye on the left cheek and even your smell have been engrave in my heart. Now the place that have so much meaning in my heart is filled with dark empty holes. The memories that I hold so dearly, the pictures we took together, had been torn apart, deleted from my computer and from my handset. But there you are still, inside my dark and lonely heart. Tormenting me with your sweet little smile.

"Move on" you said. "If fate brought us again, we may be together". Fate? Move on? Why the words you said was so much very different from the words you said 2 years ago. You said that we'll be together forever, in  happiness and sadness we strive to the very end of the world. You promise that your heart will be mine as mine is yours forever. And you hold my hand and kiss me on the cheek. I was so happy. I just smiled.

But then you left me, without any words or goodbye. Why? I gave you everything, my heart and even my soul. Why? Did I did something wrong? Why? Did our love, our memories doesn't meant anything to you? Why? Why? Why? Why do I questioned my self eventhough I knew the truth. The truth was clear as the stars that night. I want forever, you just want today. A simple hurtful truth. You didn't left me 154 days 4 hour 55 minutes 23 seconds ago, you left me much longer before that. I just didn't know or rather I know but refuse to acknowledge it. I was a fool back then. A fool in love.

If you are reading this. This is from the one you left behind. It had been more than 154 days 5 hours 4 minutes 49 seconds since you left me. I had move on. I had left you a long time ago. But recently I met you again. Maybe its time I took you for your word a long time ago. Here I stand behind you with a kitchen knife that feel so cold in my hand. I'm gonna make you keep your promise. Finally your heart will be mine. Bloody as it is. Maybe I should keep it in a refrigerator. Forever.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Dead under the stars

twinkle twinkle little star
how i wonder how dead you are
up in the sky so high
why don't you fall down and kill us all
twinkle twinkle little star
how i wonder how dead we are

The Fear

Fear, is a thought that frighten the minds. A thought that make the mind to imagine something that wasn’t even there. A horror made of nothing. A thought that made the strongest man stumbled shaking his knee. Everyone has something to fear, for everyone is scared of something. Some people are scared of high places, some people are scared to die and some people are scared of living. Everyone has something to fear and so do I. but my fear was not the same as any ordinary man. I do not fear death, I enjoyed living and I loved the sensation between life and death. For I feared nothing and that is my fear.

Through the seven seas and through the seven continent of the world I ventured in search of my one and absolute fear. In every different place I go and every different faces I met showed me their fear. But I still felt nothing. Every single fears and horrors that could make a man frighten to his death I have tried. Every stories and places of unimagined horror I have heard and gone to. Every war and every kind of death I have seen. Still my heart doesn’t ache by these things. I felt empty.

I travel the world in search of my fear. But then I realized, what is ‘fear’ really meant? For I never had anything to fear, how can I know fear. I questioned myself. To know fear is to understand fear. So with the search continued, I carry on also with a question hoping to find its answer. I asked everyone whom I met in my travels, what is fear? But none of them could give the perfect answer to my question. No one knew what fear is but why they are still scared of it. They know there’s nothing in the shadow but why is man still scared of the unseen?

Finally almost half of my life spent on the fruitless search of fear and the answer to my question, I stumbled in a remote village far on the outskirt of the world. All my travel had taken a toll in my body. I was left very tired and very much old then when I started this journey. I thought to myself that it is useless for me to continue anymore. I will end my life here waiting for death to crawl into me.

It was longer than I had expected. I’m still alive. I’m frail and old but I’m still alive. I wait and wait for death, but still it doesn’t come to me. I given up hope and in my heart I laughed. I was immortal. Even death feared me. Shouting to the air to nothing I mocked the god. Cursed word comes out from my mouth. I shouted until I was out of breath. Gasping for air I stumbled to my knees. But suddenly a boy came out from nowhere. His skin was blacker than anything I had ever seen in my life. I can’t see if he was wearing anything.  But all I can see on his body was blackness. His eye was jet black and he looked straight at me. “Hello” I said to him. And in the effort of mockery to him or to my own life I supposed, I asked him the question that I had carried throughout my life. What is fear? The boy was silent for a moment and then he said;

“Fear is you. Fear is the world. Fear is the life you had wasted. Fear the god who had created you for you will receive the life of eternal in his grasp. Eternal torment of the fear you seek”

All my life I have been searching for fear. And know I have found it. It wasn’t what I had expected. But it was the truth. I had wasted my life for the most worthless things. And now I feared I haven’t the time to redeem my self for my time is up. The boy was death in disguise. I tasted the fear and I didn’t like it at all….the end.     

Love is a Killer

Do you believe in soul mate? The term soul mate was first brought up by Plato. He said that humans originally consisted of four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces, but Zeus feared their power and split them all in half, condemning them to spend their lives searching for the other half to complete. Well it’s not really true or does it really sound romantic. Two faces, four arms is kind of weird right. But the point is we human are always in search for have affection and to be loved.  

Do you ever have that feeling when you met somebody that you feel connected? You know what makes her happy. You know when she needed you. You know the time that she just needed to be left alone. Or the time she was hungry and wants to eat. So you’ll hang out and eat together. You laugh, you cry and you hold on to each other because you know deep in your heart that she would never hurt you and you’ll never hurt her. And maybe you loved her. Maybe she loved you. Or maybe you both loved each other. But you can never be together. She is just a normal simple girl, but you are...a killer.

She paints the sky with pale blue colours. You paint the wall with red chunky blood. She bakes cakes and cookies. You bash people’s head with a stick. She finds penguins and kitten cute. You cut people’s fingers just to amuse you. Two people with two different lives, how can fate be so twisted. But here you’re bleeding to your death, with a hole in your gut. And there she was, holding you tightly for the last time. As if to never let you go. Both of you know that eventhough you and her are worlds apart, both of you can’t lived without each other. Maybe you’ll do her a favour, by putting the gun in your hand to her head and pulling the trigger. After all both of you are soulmate. 

Flesh are fake, bones are real

It takes 43 muscles in your face to frown and it takes 17 muscles just to smile. But it only takes one face to lie. And that is yours. You can smile and you can frown. But only you know how fake that is. There are a total of 12 general faces you can make. Including sad face, happy face, puppy eyes face and etc....but which one is truly yours that came straight from the heart? How can you be sure that the happy face you put on is just another mask to hide your true self? Can you be sure that the sadistic, dark feeling you have in your heart is not the real you? The flesh of your face can hide so many things. Lies don’t come from just the words you use. It came first from the face your wear. You may think that you are sincere in with your life and to everyone around you. But everything you do is just a big lie. You just didn’t know it or refuse to acknowledge it. You put on faces to please your boss. You fake up a smile to make sure that your customer is satisfied. You even fake your tears to make people believe in your lies. Lies upon lies. So what is real you ask? Bones. That’s right...bones. The fleshy meat thing that you wear on your face is just a mask. Bones are real. They can’t make any expression nor are they able to tell any lies. Well the dead can’t tell no lies...right?
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