tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75904595142212372652011-10-12T04:26:36.925+08:00Fictional episodes, anecdotal accounts, bodies of text that make a story-like entity; herein they all shall lie.The_Laptophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18037547226709087574noreply@blogger.comBlogger441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590459514221237265.post-87400034852443632692011-07-06T22:18:00.003+08:002011-07-06T22:39:23.659+08:00

Hello.If you can see this, it means that they have managed to understand my EEG signals and interpret what I'm trying to say.No, I'm not dead yet; I'm most definitely not lying somewhere in a vegetative state.That would imply I had a body to lie about in.All I am now is an eye and a brain.Seems like that's all they could save. For now.You would think that at this time and age, they would have

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``No way!'' Sally said as Tom told her about his discovery yet again. ``I don't believe that there is such a device in the world!''``It's true!'' Tom said for the umpteenth time. ``It does exist and is sitting right under our noses!''``Show me then!''``If that is all it takes to satisfy you, then okay, let me take you there.''Sally was a little stunned---that was hardly the reply that she was

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(Story begins here.)Shumei led the way as I followed her groggily, as though my head were weighed down by something that I couldn't really describe. There was just something amiss that I could feel but was unable to pinpoint exactly---then it suddenly occurred to me---Shumei was reacting rather strangely. There was something odd about her demeanour, and that she had to run an errand with me in

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``April showers bring May flowers,'' or so the conventional wisdom says. But at this point at this place, that's the last thing that I really gave a damn about. I just sat there at the covered bus stop, as the torrential downpour continued its relentless charge against the dryness of the ground.That feeling of the rain striking the ground with great force having fallen over a thousand feet from

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``No! It cannot be the case!''``Will you stop being so melodramatic?'' Tiffany said in desperation. ``This is already the third time today that you have been screeching---it is starting to get on my nerves!''``I'm sorry... I just can't help myself. I mean, it's yet another of those...'' ``You mean corpse?'' Tiffany said matter-of-factly. ``I still don't understand why you are so squeamish

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I couldn't believe what I saw. It was just not possible, given what I had known so far. There was no way that it could occur, given the current technological capabilities.``Believe it,'' Susan said as she stared down into my eyes with a burning glare. ``You know that it is possible, even if you didn't know how it can be done.''I shook my head. I had been working on the research behind the

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``Sam, is that you?'' I asked a little uncertainly.``Tim? `The Tinman'? Why you old dog, where have you been?'' The bearded figure replied with a look of surprise.``All over the place apparently, something about how life catches up with one,'' I replied. ``What are you up to recently?''``Well, there's this injury that I had,...'' And so Sam began his tale.``It was a long while back, as far

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It would be rather unbelievable to be looking at this, that's for sure. Things are always in a flux that is surrounding me, both in the good and bad sense of the word. It is really hard to determine what is real and what is just a figment of my imagination, but I suppose I can still venture a guess or two on that.It all began roughly two days ago. I was minding my business mostly while sitting

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It was a night of pure disappointment. Against the moonlight I stood, waiting for the elusive girl who sent me a mysterious rendezvous letter, asking me to meet her at the particular park bench on this particular night, where the moon was out, fresh from the evening showers.As I stood there and waited impatiently, I heard a panting sound coupled with the pitter-patter of hurried foot-steps. I

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I guess this is the last night.I have planned this for a long while really, hardly anything new here. Dropped hints about this finality over the last few years, but of course as time went by, no one really believed what I said. I suppose they'll be more than a bit surprised once they found out what had happened.The last night. It's a strange feeling actually, to be writing this down on my last

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``And for my youngest child, Meimei, I am leaving behind my vast fortune, for she has not reached an age where she can fully take care of herself yet. The money to be disbursed will be controlled by three people as part of the trust fund, and these said three people cannot be in anyway related to anyone within my immediate family. She will receive disbursements till the age of twenty-one,

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At the dawn of the new decade, a flurry of activity occurs within the household of Jimmy. It was about a day after his marriage with his childhood sweetheart Sally, and it was the first day that began with them being of one heart, one mind and one soul, or at least, that's what they were told by the magistrate who officiated their wedding just the night before.Already things were behind schedule

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The darkness, it bites, it bites so hard. Yet the biting was nothing compared to the stabbing feeling that Yun-He felt. It was a strange feeling. Stab stab, stab stab. Yun-He sat in the darkness, heart throbbing, stabbed, and his ears ringing from the silence that was so piercing loud. Disorientation had long since set in and Yun-He found that he was already past the stage of caring about it

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It was one of those really long days, the kind that one would really want to spend lying around lounging about, as opposed to being outdoors and trying to run away from the known universe that is populated by the people that one knows. The sun shone relentlessly above-head, as typical for the day star during that period of time at that location---the tropical island that sits one degree shy of

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The weather was particularly fine that afternoon as Kim Tian made his way back from the food court to his office, which was nearly ten storeys above. As he made his way to the lift lobby, he couldn't help but notice the crowd that was gathering outside the lobby. His curiosity piqued, Kim Tian loitered around amongst the gathering crowd and waited.At the centre of the throng of people was a

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``I don't believe it.''``Too bad,'' Sally said as she adjusted Michael's tie. ``You know that it is the rule that we need to put on these things whenever there is a performance.''``Rules, schmules,'' mumbled Michael as he struggled a little under Sally's deft fingers, ``I'm a damn flute player, so why do I need to put on something that is going to constrict my breathing?''Sally sighed. Michael

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Sally walked into the darkened room, her heart beating uncontrollably. She was sure that this wasn't the place that she was supposed to be, but at that point in time, there was little that she can do. It is hard to ignore the plaintive cries of help of a lover over the cellphone, let alone one whom she was almost willing to be married to.She hesitated a little as she left the light from the

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``Step up to the counter good sir!''``Why would I be bothered with the likes of you again?''``Ah, you don't understand much, do you good sir? This is the best multi-tool that money can buy, being able to provide a blade that never needs sharpening, and a screwdriver that will never be twisted out of shape. Take a look at this fine blade! It comes in three different sizes too! At the low low

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This is a city of the loveless, where people fornicate freely according to the principles of free love, but in reality, there is no mutual understanding nor communication---all that they partake in with each other is wild, abandoned sex.I walk through this city, alone of course, and watch the debauchery that is underway. Hookers peddling their wares along the street corners, pimps strutting

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It is a hot summer day---not simply the kind of heat that causes its patrons to unwittingly scour their vision for umbrage, no. It is the kind of heat you swim in. It is so hot and so humid that you feel smothered, and not by the sweat or humidity, but by the heat itself. It begins to feel as though heat itself were a palpable substance. And it is on such a day that I sit in front of my

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I want to talk to you more with my eyes than with my tongue, because my tongue is so confused, so faltering, too human. They told me the eyes are the window to the soul, but I've found that they are the sort of windows with a rusted latch, and I can't quite climb out anymore. That is, till the day that we sat down and gazed deep into each other's eyes. Your deep soulful eyes were like the

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I am considering contracting a horrible disease tomorrow. I was thinking maybe Polio; is Polio contagious? It just won’t work if I don’t actually catch it; it is so unromantic to be afflicted by a disease that has lain dormant in oneself for a long time. It is as if one were hiding something. Truly, a genetic disease seems simply dishonest---but a caught disease, oh there is revelry. And

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I knew that it was going to be a long ride. The only thing was, how long it would be. Sitting on the shuttle bus getting from the office to the train station---hardly anything to be worried about for sure. But it is often the case that the littlest things are the ones that provide the most problems, as I was about to find out.Boarding the bus came easy enough. Actually, that part wasn't

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He sat there, gazing into the eyes of his beloved, as they sat in the corner alcove of the posh Italian restaurant. Her pretty green eyes seemed to glisten brightly under the dim overhead light. Tantalised by her gaze, he looked lovingly at her, before he caressed her chin softly with his right hand.``Mmmm...'' she purred as his fingers brushed ever so lightly from her neck up to the bottom of

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In the corner of the corridor, I stood at ready, waiting for my assailant to make his first move. With a quick lunge, he threw a straight right punch at me, which I countered by striking perpendicularly with my right, grabbing his wrist, sealing his elbow with my left, sliding below his armpit, and throwing him forwards. He fell, head first, and rolled forwards to the other side.Somewhat

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I stood there leaning against the hard brick wall, alone, in the shadows. The night was overcast, and the wind was no more than a mere breeze. Cool the breeze may be, but I felt none of its therapeutic effects. All I felt deep within was a chilling emptiness that seemed to permeate throughout my body, as though I had taken a dip into the Arctic Ocean in the dead of the night. As I stood there

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``Damn it!'' Sam exclaimed as the ass sat on the ground once more, with all the cooking utensils and camping supplies sliding off the back and clanking down onto the ground.``What's the matter?'' Tom asked Sam from up front, leading the troupe of five towards their camp ground.``It's the damn donkey... it keeps deciding to sit down in the middle of nowhere, and I have to literally pick up the

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With a stoic face, I picked up the revolver from within my drawer, and levelled it against my forehead, just above the spot between my eyes. It was an Enfield, a true vintage piece that had passed down through the family, stored hidden away in one of the many packing boxes in the attic of the old house that I happened to chance upon. It was loaded, of course; why would I want to point an

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Between the armies of Heaven and Hell, one thing is clear---Man suffers in either way.Standing between the gates of Hell and Heaven is Man's final army. The army to, hopefully, defeat all armies. Millions of the world's ground forces have gathered at the single point on Earth where the trans-dimensional gates of Hell will be opened, and where hell-spawn will surge forth like the waves of a

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A wise man once said, that when one's time is up, it is truly up, and no one can do anything about it. It seemed to be something that was matter-of-fact, yet many never believed in such pessimistic tendencies, and instead believing in the concept of hope, and that miracles do truly occur. She was like any typical person in her day, believing that technology and scientific know-how was

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The intensity of the pain... it burns, it hurts, it never relents. To stand there out in the frostbiting cold, yet to feel the unending throb of pure anguish and discomfort flooding over one's body; it is the single most mind-numbing pain of all. The wind blows, nay, it howls, yet all that one can feel is but the icy slashes of the dagger of truth slicing away at the worn down heart.Amid all

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Gritting her teeth and gripping her broadsword with both hands in front of her, she stood at ready, her piercing eyes focused on her foe in front of her. Before her was the Blackguard, the most fearsome dark knight of the land. She didn't want this encounter to occur, but it was by a sheer twist of fate that she got involved in this duel.The Blackguard stood his ground, a massive 7-foot

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Sally stood there, shaking uncontrollably as the pall bearers lowered the casket into the freshly dug grave. It was such an emotional moment, to see one's loved one finally being given a proper burial place.``Calm down my dear,'' Adam said reassuringly as he gave her a slight hug from behind.``I... I'm trying Adam. But it's just that... that Dad finally has a place where he can be laid to rest,

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Sally contemplated, and wondered if it was a good idea for her to take part in the performance. After all, it has been a long while since she last played her flute, and with that in mind, her skills are probably still a little rusty.But Alan was going to be there, as a cellist. Her heart fluttered a little each time the remembered Alan, for all his sweetness, manliness and the warm embraces

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Summer time, a period of sun, sand and the waves. The sweltering heat gets into almost everyone, even for those who are used to the generally muggy feeling.It was of no difference to him of course. Summer time in the tropics was especially bad, considering the fact that in the tropics, it was always hot and muggy all year round. But unlike most of his cohort, there was a rather different

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``Haul it you loser!''``Yeah, haul it! Are you really that slow, you loser?''Huffing and puffing, Jim found himself struggling with the rest of the recruits, heaving that 10-foot log way above their heads as they were walking through the muddy grounds of the training centre. It was among the worst things that they had to go through, considering the fact that the boot camp was known for its

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So, it was decided then on the spur of the moment that Tim and Sally would have to meet, somehow. It is already past winter and well into spring, and almost everyone noticed that Sally and Tim were indeed getting rather restless. It was a most strange thing, to see Sally so agitated and Tim so obviously bothered. It irritated almost all who were nearby.Now the problem was: where?Indoors wasn't

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Time. It is always about time. Sally couldn't avoid it; business was brisk and she was always on the phone, trying to get things done as she multi-tasked with other things.It wasn't like that before; life was a little easier then, when she was still a lowly executive. Now, being the manager of several large portfolios, Sally found herself living on the edge of life, always rushing from one

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It was of little doubt that he had to look his best. No question about it. No siree. There's almost no other way around it.It had to be that way. A suit. And a tie. He might not like the whole ``suited'' feel, but it was one of the requirements that he had to deal with. He had the suit, but he had no idea about the tie.There was a long history between he and his ties. Each tie that he had

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I knew that this year was a special year. The seventh anniversary that we first met, seven years since that special day when I first gathered the guts to ask her out. Seven years of tears, of joy, of pain, of pleasure, of sorrow and of happiness. Seven long years spread across two continents, separated by the vastness of the Pacific.Seven years. That magic number. It had to be something

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Sitting around in the corner of the airport, Sally held on to her paperback, engrossed in its contents as she waited for Alan to arrive. She knew that it wouldn't be until an hour later that his flight would touchdown, but she didn't really want him to wait for her while he was weary from the rather long flight.``Excuse me miss, may we ask you a few questions?''``Huh?'' Sally replied somewhat

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I can scarcely remember the time that I walked the surface of the earth for any extended period of time. Data manipulation has reached the point where I find that most of what I need to do can be accomplished from the comfort of my own home, without ever having the need to get to the outside world.The revolution came subtly, like most widespread and successful ones. I could barely remembered

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So it has been a while since Sue last came by the vast grassy fields. Homework has been so heavy lately, and she found that it was getting harder to find time for her to come out. Money has always been a problem at home, and she has been working as an assistant at the nearby pet shop over the weekends.Today was different. Sue's boss gave her a day off because even he felt that she had been

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