Blissful Life: short story

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Saturday, December 31, 2016

The Y2K17 is finally here

New year comes and goes. Some have achieved something, others, not so much. So what will this new year brings to us? New resolves? New goals? Or just more pain and suffering in this restless sleep that we called life?

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Monday, February 9, 2015

Sad New Year for me

People said, a picture worth a thousand meaning. I choose this picture specifically because the character in this picture, in a way, reflect my own personality. He is a man who try his best to fit with his surrounding, only to end up failing terribly at the end. But he doesn't give up, because there is more to life than just jump into the bandwagon and follow the crowd. My teacher once said, bird of the same feathers flock together. And I ain't no bird.

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Sunday, January 30, 2011

Which is the worst?

I read something today that really nice and enlightening. I have never thought of it before.

Which one, is the worst?

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The story is about a student from the Crime Psychology faculty.

He was tasked by his lecturer, to investigate his own friend and also his roommate.

Apparently his friend was suspected for breaking an entry into another lecturer's office, and took a peek on a question sheet that have yet to be released.

He was suspected prior to his case during the last 2 years where he was involves in a violence incident.

The student tried to fulfill the task, and ended up feeling bad for suspecting his own friend.

He went back to his lecturer and asked him..

Whether it is the right thing to be doubting his own friend.

He known his friend for years, and he is sure that his friend is not the criminal, regardless of the case of violence that his friend was involved with.

He also said that he already confirmed with his friend that he was not only involved with the violence incident, but was actually one of the victims.

So, he feel bad for his friend..

The Crime Psychology lecturer smiled. And he said,

'Doubting your own friend is not necessarily bad. Its a natural action. Why do humans doubt each other? Its because they wanted to know about each other. Not doubting them would be not showing interest in them. '

The student was surprised to hear that and said that he care for his friend, its only that he feel regretful that he had to doubt his friend, whom he believe is trustworthy.

The lecturer replied,

'Its not the same as believing in someone. There was a period of time where you didn't know that your friend was in trouble: the violence incident. And you only knew it when the other lecturer and me mentioned about it.'

The lecturer sighed, and said,

'You shouldn't be regretting for doubting him. You should be regretting, for not showing him any concern all this years, while calling him a good friend.'

The student was shocked, and suddenly realized what the lecturer really tasked him to do. He wouldn't accuse his friend without proof, but he shouldn't let it go without doubting his friend either. Finally, the student was able to solve the case by talking to his friend and his friend was found innocent.

(Apparently the case was that the the lecturer's wife was the one who went into the office, and took some documents that belonged to her from the lecturer's locked drawer. A misunderstanding.)

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So there you go. Which is worst? Doubting people around you, or simply believe in them? If you believe someone without a doubt, then you believe blindly. But if you doubt too much, it leads to paranoia.

When you heard something about your friend, always confront them. Even it would hurt your friend's feeling to hear such thing, you do it, because it means that you care about them.

But if you just believe what other people said about you own buddy, and you didn't even bother to clarify from or talk to your buddy, then you just an ignorant fool. In fact, you are the WORST, for calling yourself their friend.

:. From 'Liar Game-Roots of A'

Friday, January 21, 2011

The Whispering Turd

Something caught my attention this week. Its a pretty good story, so good that I LMAO.

The story goes like this..

Apparently there is this person, who secretly bad-mouthing people. Spreading lies and shit like that, making it look like its her honest opinion. Now, I knew she did talk bad behind my back, but I choose to ignore it simply because her own low -very low- integrity.

I have no idea who or even what would ever listened to her words anyway. I pretty sure if she talked to a wall, that wall will drop dead in agony, literally, for unable to make a run away from her.

But that is the thing. Someone were listening to her, and got caught in a huge misunderstanding. I don't blame them of course, given the circumstances that they actually new in town. And nobody bother to tell them otherwise either.

But is it so hard to ask around? You heard something is one thing, asking for validity, is another. Whenever someone done something, they have their reasons, and you wouldn't know what, if you didn't ask. Especially if you're new.

Please.. Don't act like you have seen it all. If one's action puzzled you, ask away the reasons. Making your own conclusions simply because you think its the right reason, is the first step to misunderstanding.

Now, the event here is about a canned sardine. She took someone else sardine, and claimed it hers. But the poor girl says, not its not. Because the canned sardine was a new one, with an opener on top. While hers, was an old one, dusty under the kitchen, and had to be opened with a can opener. She simply shrugged, and replace the new one she taken with the old one.

Now, the event here is insignificant. Because things seem to work out. You take my things accidentally and you replace it back, nothing to argue about.

But this person, didn't stop there. To leave her 'turd' legacy, she whispered things that she excel the most. Yup, she did. She told the new tenants, that this poor girl who have stayed in that house for more than 2 years.. that she DOESN'T like to share her things. But she LOVES to take other people things.

Now ain't that fucked up?

You know why I suddenly interested with this story? The truth is..

I bought that canned sardine, and I gives it to the poor girl. She is the angel of my heart. When I gave her the can, I saw where she kept hers on the cabinet near the kitchen, pointing out that there are someone else canned sardines under the kitchen. Then later, she told me someone took hers, and replace it with an old canned sardine. I told her, its okay. At least it was replaced. But I warned her, the incident didn't seem to be.. a simple mistake.

I mean, how could you mistook other people stuff, when it was brand new and completely different with yours. Mine was with an opener on top, and it was placed somewhere else from her dusty cans.

But we let it go, believing that is done. Although I did suspect what she would do, given her bad nature. When this story resurfaced back, with a footnote of this poor girl so-called 'bad habits', I laugh so hard I almost spilled my tea.

Seriously, you would believe that hoe stories? Come on new tenants.. when you guys first coming into that house, she was the one that against it. Saying that she couldn't mixed with people from different departments. She even cursed on you guys for intruding into her tiny little 'group' of friends. The only thing that make her welcome you later is because you had vehicles brought along.

And for the remaining old tenants, you have been living with her for years. YEARS! She have talked behind people and stabbing their back for ages and you knew it. What makes, really, makes you think, that she wouldn't stab your back as the same? Because you are her BFF? Because you are so special to her? Oh, please...

I met her for the first time and already hearing every single one of your guys 'bad traits'.

But I reserve my judgment, for it unfair to draw conclusion from a mere wild gossips.

This not a high school anymore. You were welcomed by some nice people, only to discredit them when you heard something from some skank. No only that, did you, at least, ask the real truth from the accused? There is more to life than clinging to a friendship that stinks.

I learned it the hard way. Maybe you should too..

Friday, November 12, 2010

Petty Fools

Sometimes I wonder.. What has the world become into? Or maybe it isn't the world, but just the group of people that I'm passing through.
I have never paid any attention to other people affairs, as long it doesn't cross my way. Yeah, I know, it kinda sound selfish of me. But I have a principle of, no one can help you, not even a god, if you don't help yourself first. So there you go, unless a person come to me and ask for help, I would budge even I know where that person is going to end.

It have been a while since I post anything. Because I was busy with my exams. Now it already ended, I thought of spending some time writing something.

Someone came to me and ask whether I could make peace with the.. this human that I hate.
I ask of him, 'Why?'.
He said that it could be necessary for collaboration or some sort in the future.
I said back, 'Dude, he is not going to be here anywhere in the future unless YOU invite him to. He is already at the end of his term.'
And he replied back, 'We might need him again, who knows.'
With a grim voice, I said, ' No, YOU need him. In fact, you all worship him."
I sighed.. 'This is beneath me. It only pains me when you all claim yourself to be free thinker and independent, where you couldn't even stand on your own 2 feet. Do what you must, it concerns me no more'.
I turned back and walk away. Some would say I was emotional, probably running away crying or some sort. But I was back home and continued playing Mass Effect 2.

In another occasion, someone brought up an issue. Its about being offended. He asked, if someone offend you, would you offend him back? I answered, depends. He asked again, depends on what? I gave him a straight face and said, depends on whether he would stop being a wuss! Then I laughed. He persistently said, whats wrong with being offended? I said, nothing is wrong, what is your point?
Then he started to explain. 'Some people think that they cannot be offended and that is their right. But the thing is, what can you do if you are offended?'
I look into his face, and clenched my fist. I was a bit irritated with this kind of discussion. I replied back to him, 'Hurm.. I would do things that fit with the counter-offense, I guess.'
'Like what?' He asked.
'Isn't kinda weird that you ask me that question? I mean, in your holy book have this verse saying For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.- Matthew 7:2' I said.
'What relevance is that?' He asked again.
'The relevance is that, if someone were to judged others flaws and misfortune, he would be judged the same way later.' I sighed.. 'So it means, if someone offended you, it is only right for you beat the shit out of him.'
With a shocked face he said, 'Huh? Don't you think that is a bit extreme?'
I turned my gaze to him and said, 'Don't think that I don't know where this is going..'
Then we both quiet down, and depart to our own ways. Ignorant as I might be, I have no interest to drag others to my fight.

Somewhere around the night, a friend come by. His face was gloom and unremarkable. Its probably because of his blue hood he was wearing.
He mentioned something to me, 'Did you noticed? There are words going around. They said you causes this.'
I replied, 'In what way, even remotely, that I caused this?'
He said, 'Because of you, they need to make the choice..'
'Bah, what choice? The words play on their lips, but they already made the choice.' I growled.
'They said that they value the friendships, but I knew, deep within, they worship that filth. Is it not clear already when they accused an innocent soul of treachery, where the man didn't even lift a finger against them. The fact that that filth wrestle every position available in that theater, right under their nose. And the poor soul was blamed for he only hold a lowly place.'
He returned my gaze and said firmly, 'Does it affect you?'
I smiled and looked at the stars in the skies. 'Not at all.'
He doesn't seemed surprised but asked anyway, 'Is there something?'
'I found a note.' I said. 'An interesting note.'
'What does it said?' He asked
'It reveals a human hypocrisy, truly when they are blinds of their own reflection. In the note, a person wishes another to be patience for what happened to the poor soul, and bad mouthing the so called torturer. Little that this person know, that she is the torturer and she is the cause of the misfortune.' I explained.
'Lots of things have happened.' He said.
'Time is the essence here' Again I smiled.
I looked at my cigarette pack, and throw it away. For I have breathe its foul smokes and meld it with the atmosphere of deceit and lies around me. It would not be the last, but this time, I pity the fools.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Short Story - Dawn of War

Somewhere near in the future, the mankind have evolved into the next level. From the being the cavemen who hunt and gather the fruits and whatnot of the Earth, into the space-faring, source-stripping, war-waging humans who now expanding the imperium of Mankind to the edges of the galaxy. The Man always triumph in wherever path they tread. But before triumph comes, there are always survival in the way.

The Epilogue

In the new century of 52k millennium, almost every side on the Milky Way galaxy have been colonized by the imperium of Mankind.

All of this start when an outstanding human among the Earth populations rise up and unified the planet Earth. Using sheer force, the Man created the Legionnaire, supersoldier augmented with implants, genetic manipulation, conditioning and whatnot, the Man conquered or annexed every single nations on Earth. The time was then the time of ravaging wars to procure whatever resources left on Earth, especially oil. The Man's Legionnaire, fully equipped with high-tech weaponry and their unnatural strength, sweep across the globe and pacify all the ever-warring nations.

As unified Earth, the Man launches into space, seeking new dominion and new resources to cater the needs of his people.

Now, the Man sleeps in slumbers for eternity and venerated as the Emperor of Mankind by all his subjects.

The Dawn

I am one of the full-fledged battle brothers of the XXIVth Legion of Usarvich. Recruited from the planet Usarvich Prime, I was literally kidnapped from my homeworld and turned into one of the Emperor's finest. Not that I have anything against being the finest, but the fact I was taken by force and trained to death to become one, is kind of a troubling thought. Not to mention my body was 'abused' with implants, gene-reconstructing shots and more. I'm no longer the man I used to be. With my reinforced bones and muscles, now I'm standing almost twice the height of average human.

My auto-sensor beeping again. There are movements along the horizons. I looked across the Imperial garrison and saw the Imperial regular army, the Imperial Planetary Guard, hastening into their positions and preparing for what to come. But nothing come out from the horizon.. Yet.

"You seem stressed.."

"Oh Noel, you look good in you Commissariat cloth. I thought you going to sleep like a log in your bunker all day."

"You.. A-holes.. You know, you are the most sarcastic Legionnaire I've ever met. I mean, I've never met a Legionnaire like you."

"How so?"

"The Legionnaire usually trained to be the Emperor's finest, they're always devoted to the Emperor's cause..."

"I am."

".. and less talkative and more fighting."

I looked again through the horizon. Where the barren land with two impassable mountains on each sides, the barren land would be the only path the enemy can traverse in order to reach the capital city.

Noel is right, I'm a bit different from the rest of the Legion. It could be something that they do when they conditioning my mental, or it is the genetic stimuli sticked to my bone-marrow. I don't know. But I do act differently from other stiff-faced Legionnaire that cares nothing but to fight in the name of the Emperor.

Maybe that is the reason me and my Legion are deployed here. The frontier world of Artemine IV. The enemy we face here are the relentless forces of the Orks. These green barbarians have been ravaging almost all Imperial world in the outer rim of the galaxy. Resilient as their relentless effort, it is almost impossible to clean them off a planet.

But that is why the reason I'm here with my battle brothers. To wipe them off from this agri-world, the breadbasket of the Artemy system. With only 1000 men strong, we are here to support the IPG to cleanse this planet of xenos. Something that I've been doing for over 300 years... Yeah, modified-supersoldier doesn't age that much. Sometimes I wonder about pension, if there any.

"Blackraven reconnaissance planes have detected movement near the mountains hot gates. The greenskins spares no prisoners, so refugees are unlikely."

"If there any, they will be transported by Pitbull choppers. All major cities in Artemine IV have fallen except the capital."

"Then there should be no worries."

"Why don't we just bombard the mountain passage with orbitals?"

"Because Bobo, we want to engage the bulk of the Orks foces, we don't want them to scatter and formed another wave next time."

"Me and my Regiment of Deathcorps III will be prepared for this onslaught, you can count on it."

"Is that why they all shitting in their pants right now?"

I turned my my head to the Deathcorps III Regiments, preparing in the trenches and attending their tank and whatnot. Some of them seemed pale.

"Wait till they start shooting."

"I will."

Bobo, the General-Militant of Artemine IV IPG, shouted to his men to prepare for the inevitable assaults. Tanks all lined out and the artillery are brought forward. If things goes bad, the IPG will unleashed their 3 precious Titans of Avenger class to spill the greenskins blood.

"Your men should engage the Orks bulks of army. Me and my men will go for the Orkboss. Pave the way for us."

"The Wulfen tanks will accompany your Legion, don't worry."

"Heh, talks about cavalry.. The tanks need to distract the Orkboss's guards and armors."

Bobo turned to me and anxiously asked.

"What if the Orks goes to outer space? What of the other worlds?"

"The Orks travel through space with space hulk. They came here with the Rokk, or an asteroid-modified starship. Our battlecruisers and light cruisers have secured the high orbit, there is no way the Orks can get to the other worlds without us knowing."

"Good thing your Legion are deployed here. We will stop their horde before they get a full-fledged war going."

"They already did, only its not big enough. Yet."

The War

Suddenly, the horizan sparked with bright lights, sound of explosions comes after. A few aircrafts flew above us, returning back to the airfield. My auto-sensors are beeping like crazy. My battle brothers looked at me like they are saying that they are prepared to go the the teleportation pad for deep striking. I would have divide my men into 3 part, one to defend along with the Imperial Regiments, one for city defense and the other one would go for the deep striking. Striking the head of the snake. I gave a few commands through in-voice vox, with just a nod all of them quickly went to their positions.

Bobo looked into his binocular.

"Seems the Spitfires have found their target. Prepare the men!"

A radio-operator soldier came close to Bobo.

"General, the airforce request another bombing runs!"

"Let'em! Until they get into the range of our Lancer artillery batteries, bombed them to kingdom come. And for God's sake blow those mountain passages as well. We don't want them running back with tails between their leg now."

"Yessir!"

"It started.. "

From the plains, riddled with hills and dunes, I could hear the Orks warcry. But there is something else. The sounds of their wartruck maybe? Is it the Orks crude Rumble Tanks?

Gargantuan!! This.. doesn't look good. Not at all.

To be continued..

Footnote: This not a cannon from 40k Warhammer, it just a fiction and all the pictures used are just too add some feels in the story. The names are true though.

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