A gentler story

I realised that much of my 'stories' are kinda violent. People who knows me, knows that I have a sensitive side too. *hears laughter in the background* Hey, I do have a softer side. I'm just not good in expressing myself. SOOooooo..... I'm going to try to write something a little romantic. (Its my first attempt and it will probably be pathetic so its ok to laugh at it.)


Vanessa twirled her teaspoon in her coffeecup, stirring its contents mindlessly. Staring out the expansive glass window of her favourtie delicatessen and into the drizzle, she remicising the times when she would be cuddling in Paul's arms while watching snowflakes descending. She'd have her head on Paul's chest and him leaning on the wall. Tears swelled up in her eyes as the pain tore into her heart once again. She was the one who initiated the break up and refused to pick up his calls. To make it worse, she couldn't even confide in her best friend for 15 years. How could she, when it was Nellie that Paul was kissing? Seeking comfort from the very person who betrayed you is impossible... (Can't do it... Its so hard... told u ppl its pathetic...)

ITS A GOOOOAAAALLLLL!!!!!

That line is one of few that will be echoed over and over again for the whole of next month when the World Cup takes place in Germany. Though I've lost touched with soccer for a long long time, the world cup fever still gets to me one way or another.

Its not only the game that intrigues me but the atmosphere of the whole tournament. Other than the Olympics, which other sport on the globe dare boast such huge viewership? In my opinion, the world cup gives me the opportunity to have a glimpse of real world peace and human unity. Throughout history, we have proof that even wars slow down to a halt during the world cup finals. People from around the world have centre their attention on soccer for the few months before, during and after the finals.

Hooligan fans aside, most fans boo at the same bad decisions a referee makes, the same irrate player who commits the worse fouls and feels the agony when a ball accidentally hits a groin (Ouch). Such is the potential of the human population. The ability to unite and agree with each other and stand on common ground.

Maybe it won't happen in my lifetime but maybe it will for my children. The day the world realise that we are all not so different from each other, then we will all work together for a better future for mankind (and womankind :P) Till then, I can only have a vague glimpse of this one united world from the World Cup.

I hope Brazil wins...

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My name is L18n7. I have organic skin and hair like a human, my processing system is a simulation of the human mind( only faster). My father was technology developing software. He has been obsolete for 3 months. My mother is a Terra Robotics Corporation factory located in Continent 5, what was previously known as South America. I was conceived and born in approximately 2 hours, 57 minutes and 48 seconds. I now reside in Continent 1, what was previously known as Asia, working on a variety of jobs. The planet Terra, P.K.A. Earth, has been fully automated since 2 centuries ago. There are only approximately 4 million humans left on Terra, out of the 135.3358 billion that resides in the Milky Way Galaxy. Humans have been colonising parts of the Universe for the past millenia. There have been records of 4.583 thousand intelligent life-forms discovered in the Archives of Project Exploration. Of these, 1.334 have been found to be hostile and have since been eradicated. I was part of the last eradication programme, what would be have been termed as an alien invasion for the lack of a better description. I've been tasked to encode my experience, to be analysed by Terra's Mainframe for better efficiency in our next 'conquest'. The copy you are reading now is a 'human-friendly' format to be inserted into the Archives.


Training-4 hours, 28 minutes and 17 seconds.

I was brought to the military academy for uploading of weapons handling, vehicles operation and maintenance, tactical manoeuvers, enemy bio-data, enemy warfare data... After the upload, I was issued with the standard infantry fieldpack. After checking the inventory of the fieldpack, I marched with the rest of the cyborgs and human soldiers to the convey ships. On board the convey ship, I was hooked up to the ship's system for furthur briefing on my mission objectives and my unit's ORBAT and callsigns.

T -30 mins to D hour.

I was the designated driver for the 2nd AAPC (Armoured Assault Personnel Carrier) in a convoy of 20. My vehicle commander was Master Chief, Julian Kragger, a veteran who have participated in the last 3 eradication programmes. MC Kragger was born on Terran's moon and was 492 years of age. He was born to Warrior class parents; most of his body parts were either genetically modified or replaced by mechanical parts when he reached 18. Being a natural soldier, his aging process is slower than normal. At 300, he looked barely a day older than 21 ( 21 years of unmodified human lifespan). Almost reaching 500, he has barely crossed the threshold of physical peak. En route to the rendevous point, he was sharing his experience with me as well as giving me advice when out in the field. This was redundant since I have downloaded more actual tactice battle scenarios than he could achieve in 4 lifetimes. Being polite to my superior officer, I refrained from stopping him and displayed what would pass off as admiration on my 'human' face. After 3 hours of piloting, we reached the RP without a hitch. MC Kragger seemed to change into a different man the moment his feet made contact with the soil. Alighting from the AAPC, Master Chief began barking orders at the infantry squads under his charge. Our objective was to raze one of the enemies' breeding nest....

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Time again...

Call me weird but I've always been intrigued by the concept of time manipulation. One of my favourite movies is the 'Back to the Future' trilogy. (No...I didn't read time machine, I was too young to read books of that kind of level).

I mean let's face it, we have no control over time at all. It just comes and goes. Its like standing still in the middle of a huge rushing river. You can't experience the water that hasn't reach you yet and neither can you regain the sensation of which has washed past you. You're helpless against time. Even if you are an immortal, you merely are able to stand eternally in that river. (Us mortals get eroded and flow away with time, soon to be forgotten once out of sight) What if we could move through time like a boat on the rushing water? What would you do?

What kind of technologies would we have in the future? Will the universe end? What will my children look like? What about the past? How did the universe start? How did the dinosaurs die? What were my parents like when they were growing up? All sorts of questions that I would like answered...

Which brings me to another question- How will my life turn out if I could go back and change things? Ok, I know having to go through primary 1 maths can be extremely boring but that's not the point. What if you knew who your real friends were? Will you still want to be close to those who betrayed you? Will you spend more time with your relatives whom you know will be passing away in due time? There's so many thing I know I'd like to do differently, erase some experience that scarred me horridly, undo some things that embarrassed me. But yet, all these experience would make me the person I am today. No matter how distasteful how some of them were, I don't want to see the world as a 5 year old.

So if I don't really want to change my life, could I help other people with their's? I've thought about that before too. 'The butterfly effect' is one such movie that comes to mind whenever I think about this. Aston Kusher acted as this guy who found that he has the ability to go back to keypoints in his life and alter history. He tried to make his life better then he tried to make his girlfriend's life better. Unfortunately, things just got more and more screwed up the more he tried. Eventually, the best course of life was to sever all ties with his girlfriend... So will I change another person's life? I doubt so. There are so many unknown factors that may happen if the course of history is tempered with. By changing one known page, we run the risk of creating a multitude of unknown outcomes. Will we be able to live with the consequences? What if the day you make yourself run back home just to be at your grandma's deathbed resulted in your friend getting run down by a truck?

Just like the peace after a storm... that's how I feel on the aftermath of the tornado of questions my mind kicks up. Things come to a conclusion. I'd remember that the way I want to live my life. I don't want to have regrets. I don't live each day as though its the last. No, that is actually too tiring. Instead, I cherish what I have, every single moment. I don't want to be an old man who looks back at his own life and asks 'what ifs'. So if you're reading this, don't hestitate to show or tell your loved ones how you feel. Don't try to save something for that special occasion. You may never know when will be the day you get washed away by the currents.

How to work with idiots.

Well, it’s been a long time since I've posted something funny. So here's my 2 cents on survival with morons, imbeciles and nincompoops! A must have for working with idiots at your work place.


1. Maintain the illusion.

Most idiots have no idea that they're idiots. (Those who do know may still have a slim chance of hope for further evolving.) In fact, they think of themselves as the crème de la crème, the sharpest tool in the shed. Do not burst their bubble! It is easier to work with them this way. IF however, you do manage to convince them otherwise, you'll have to work your way around their childish and silly ways of proving themselves to be better than you. Believe me, it’s not easy to work with an idiot underfoot.

2. Be an acquaintance

Yes, by all means, acknowledge their existence. I'm not saying that you should actually be a friend to them or keep them as pets. (I seriously warn you against doing the latter unless he/she has been toilet trained rigorously) Idiots are like airborne germs, you ignore them totally and they can blindside you with hay fever or an allergy.

3. Know how to separate your mind and body.

This is essential should an idiot find it a must to have a conversation with you. Entertain the moron for a while with the usual small talk. (WARNING: attention on idiot should not exceed an approximate of more than 0.001 micro second. Idiocy may rub off!) Once small talk has been established, try to break away from the conversation. Should the attempt fail, you should start to filter out block out everything. Let your mind wander off and maybe think of something more important that you should be doing.

4. Lower your expectations

When I say this, I mean really lower your expectations to the point where you don’t expect anything to be accomplished. What you should really expect though, is a whole bunch of errors, nonsensical ramblings and recycled toilet paper trying to pass off as real work. Be prepared to redo his/her work because the only work that’s going to come out as acceptable is if done by you guiding his/her hand for the whole duration.

5. Purchase a voice recorder.

Idiots are born with serious hearing impairment as well as extremely flawed short term memory. Be aware that idiotic minds work like etch-a-sketch boards. The only difference is you have to actually shake the board to erase it. The idiot’s mind has an auto erase function that is activated every time the idiot breathes. Writing down what you’ve said is redundant as well. They tend to lose the paper or eat the note, with the latter being more likely. Plus, idiots don’t really know how to read… So to spare yourself the hassle of repeating your words over and over again, get a voice recorder and replay it when the idiot confronts you.

The above are 5 very basic guidelines to follow. I’d like to write more but I would probably end up writing a book on this subject. So I’d like to give one final piece of advice for working with idiots: Don’t!