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I Wonder Why

I wonder why a laptop is thus called when we are advised not to use it on the lap but on a flat surface to ensure proper ventilation; shouldn’t we call it a ‘flattop’ instead?

I wonder what sort of bird is making noises outside my window right now at 10:30pm; shouldn’t it be asleep by now?

I wonder why my tummy makes funny noises sometimes when everyone else in the room is silent; shouldn’t my body be more in sync with me?

Just a few thoughts @ 10:30pm.

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Chased

The wind felt cool against my warm skin, whipping my hair back while some of it got trapped and formed bubbles of air in the folds of my clothes. It made me feel a little ridiculous, just for a second, before my attention returned to the situation at hand.

I could barely hear anything above the rush of the wind in my ears but I didn’t slow down. I didn’t dare to. A brief glance at my side mirrors showed only empty streets sparsely sprinkled with pedestrians. Maybe I lost them?

Better be safe than sorry. Every time a similar scene played out on screen, I’d always scream and tell the characters to keep running. I should do the same.

Better be safe than sorry.

I sped up along the straight road before turning up a familiar corner. I got off the Panthon – the latest motorcycle combined with hovercraft technology and took the keys. Even though it wasn’t technically mine, I felt I had the responsibility to return it to the odd Parking attendant who passed me the keys to my escape vehicle in the first place. Which in turn raises a host of questions, who was this Parking Attendant and why was he helping me?

The world was a different place now, 10 years ago the Panthon belonged only in science fiction movies, 8 years ago a prototype was piloted in the secret labs of the government by their undercover personnel that took it on who-knows-what missions. The only reason I knew that was ironically also the reason I was being chased.

Until 2 years ago I lived in blissful oblivion, like most of us, and never imagined meeting anyone from these hidden sectors, then Larson came along. We met in an online chat room and were engaged 6 months later. At that time he was working with Professor Denier from Darkin University in South Asia on machinery recycling technology.

Within 10 months I realized how much of science fiction was actually real and left my boring desk job to join Larson in Professor Denier’s workshop running logistics. 4 months after that, the first prototype of Liz was created.

For decades we had been focusing on recycling plastic and paper, but as computers and machines became commonplace in both the household and workplace with new products released every few months, we needed a breakthrough technology to deal with the subsequent refuse generated. Liz was the solution Denier thought of, a black box that could take apart machine parts and reconstruct them into items that used similar materials, just the right mix of simplicity and mystery.

Last 6 months, we received several visits from people who claimed they were from a similar corporation known as Nue and wanted to discuss an acquisition. Denier refused.

I felt like I was living a science fiction movie, except, this was definitely not fiction.

Heck, 2 months ago, I never would have imagined being at the receiving end of a chase.

I walked into the obscure embrace of a smoky pub with the odd feeling that I’d been here before. Beneath the frown creasing my brow, the adventure seeker in me smiled a little.

Right now, a cold beer would be perfect.

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Mystery of the Missing Vegetable

It was a cool autumn day…
Well, as far as cool and autumn can be in a tropical country where the only seasons are hot, hot and hotter…

We headed to the neighborhood supermarket as our food supplies were running low. Which actually happens on an almost daily basis in our family of 6. There’s always something missing or someone hungry for something.

As it usually unfolds, our short grocery trips evolved into some kind of time-sucking monster while we sat down for a snack, deliberated over the ‘best buy’, ogled at snacks, compared brands and before we knew it, the sky was colored a deep nightly hue by the time we decided to head home.

With a familiar burn in our pocket, we got home and started to sort the items we needed for dinner that night and found ourselves short one of our purchases – a packet of leafy vegetable. With all of us in the kitchen, there was a barrage of questions aimed at no-one in particular and yet everyone all at once. It was a state of chaos. Questions like:

  1. Is it in the pantry?
  2. Perhaps the fridge?
  3. Did someone misplace it?
  4. Where was the last place you saw it?
  5. Perhaps it’s still in one of the bags?
  6. Did someone throw it away by accident?
  7. Are you sure we even bought it?

And a slew of reactions were triggered.

  • The fridge was ransacked again and again, by various people
  • The pantry light was turned on and off in case we missed something the first time
  • The empty bags were smashed together in an attempt to feel for a bulky packet left forgotten
  • Memories were ransacked as to who saw it last and where
  • Dad stuck his hand into the bin in case it was thrown away *eww* – unfortunately for him, this was before he got the inspiration to check for evidence of the purchase – i.e. the receipt!

So question 7 was answered. We did purchase it.

Knowing that it had to be somewhere along the way home from the grocers, we retraced our steps and finally found it… lying surreptitiously in the dark crannies of the car’s backseat. If only it knew the lengths we went to search for it!

Reflecting on it, I’m pretty sure we could have gotten from the problem (missing vegetable) to the solution (the car) much earlier. But with so many people fretting about the same thing, I think this was a hilarious interpretation of the familiar adage “too many cooks spoil the broth”.

Although, it did make dinner taste especially yummy that night…

Got you now Mr. Vegetable!

Courtesy of Otama2

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