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

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). Ah...love 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 us at MURDERLINE NOW!

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 Line...how 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