The Boy in The Man

"Now you know all this while who'd the one who is childish? You. You were the one who was always nagging me this and that, telling me all kinds of stories, making me fantasize about you and think how pretty and beautiful you were. I thought of our future times together, when we will cuddle, when we will kiss, when we get married, when I lived with her and a whole bunch of kids(Haha). But all that time it was short-lived. I was just naive and a fool. But after all, it wasn't all her fault, I mean look at it the mature way, don't just blame other people, the best is don't blame it on anyone else, but some people do, I feel stressed, I feel as though my whole entire body is gonna burst into pieces and then just-forget-me-forever. Right. Besides, she was the one who was attracted to my lameness first. I was being lame, right, but come on, I'm just nineteen man! I wanna live! Not sulk in working and studying and studying and wokring, ah, I can't stand that man. Give me a break. I honestly, seriously, sincerely hate studying, but on the other hand, I honestly, seriously, sincerely loved her. Oh my! I'm talking rubbish again! Anyway, I really thought she was the one for me, even though there was an obvious age gap in between. But you know, sorry, *whispers*, this is gonna be kinda annoying! But you know, I'm telling the truth okay, and I mean the truth truth, not just the truth, the first time I met them, I mean her and her family, I didn't like them, they gave me a bad impression at first, talking kinda openly and their mum didn't really bother. So I was feeling kinda awkward. But I will talk openly in front of my friends when I consider them close, yeah, close, which is like I know what they do, their opinions on this and that, teenagers these days, I mean that's way mature talk(Haha), which I consider that. Anyway. My point is that they were talking kinda openly and they were loud. And I mean, seriously, loud. People do not know the true me, but from my face, you can tell a lot about me, except my secrets, which is safe with me, I think. Anyways, I don't care if it spills out, so what? Everyone has secrets, it just depends on how serious it is. We didn't meet up until one day when my sister told me she was coupling her brother. I was like what the hell. But anyway, I didn't care at first, going to work and as usual, looking out for pretty girls, which I did, and she was beyond wow pretty. I'm not gonna mention her name though, anyway, back to the story, I was just usual, happy, talkative employee in my store- I work in a bookstore namely Borders, but then everything changed when she started to talk to me. I was like oh, okay, another one of the girls, messages-me-and-then-forgets-me kinda thing. You know, some of you would do, I mean girls. But to my surprise, she did not, at first I thought, wow, boy does this girl talk a lot. The strangest part of her was not saying good night everytime we messaged till around midnight. Then she just dozes off and continues again the next day, first, she was doing that all the time, while I was just being the passive kinda guy, you know, the boy in me, HAHA."

"After all, my sister told me she liked me, so I went okay, but I don't. That was where I was wrong, all the while. My colleagues in my store kiept asking me, "Eh Ben, where your girlfriend la?" And then I'll go, "Don't have la." And after knowing that she liked me, I lied still, continuing my daily chores of lying to them. But the one day I realised this familiar emotion inside me, love. I noticed I started to enjoy talking to her and, I finally admitted to my sister that I loved her, hey catch or grasp the key word! LOVE! LOVE dammit! I was so in love with her that I felt that I am in love heads over heels for her. I was at the tip of her toes, gosh, if only she knew that, if she wanted to know. But I noticed something weird about her, sorry dear!, she gets kinda creeped up if ever a guy tells her he loves her. Maybe she's a guy? HAHA. No way in HELL! Yeah, get that, no way in HELL she's a guy! But maybe, some guy genes you know, the biology crap, the DNAs of guys and girls mix up and ta-da, how transvestite came about. Crap, sorry for the basic biology rubbish. Anyway, back to the sad love story, besides, I don't really mind that, I mean, I tell her sometimes, even though I planned to tell her in the face, didn't wanna repeat what happened when I was a teenager. I don't wanna go bragging about my pass life anymore. But I will, from time to time. Something new. But hey, look at the bright side, she liked me! Uh-who-cares-anyway? Besides her mother, I would do fine. Her mum had several requirements before I can get to her daughter. That, I was fine with it too. I'm almost done with her mother's "quest". Haha. But i guess its not valid anymore, is it? I don't care. After all, love has no limits. I find love to be very complicated, strange and beyond your wildest dream. After that day, I asked her a question, the key question in pursuing our relationship, it ended. It did not even started. I did not even asked her to be my girlfriend yet, no, and we just stopped there. I didn't wanna sulk in my own sad feeling and kept thinking I was coaxed or tricked into her virtual love. There goes hell, my heart breakes into a trillion pieces and without doubt, I cried. I cried and was surprisingly early for work the next day. I felt as though I had a boost from my tears. But yeah, the days after that weren't what I thought.. It was hell. I was hurt still, and she was being selfish, I tried to understand her, she said I was perfect, I said I'm not, I told her she was sexy and hot, because she wanted to cut down on her weight, she said she's fat, i said she's fine, she said random guys smsed her telling her they loved her, and she says they're annoying. Well, I'm part of her statistic now. Now I'm just gonna give it all up and totally forget this has ever happened, and refresh again I just hope to meet the girl who would appreciate me for who I am and what I will give and love them. Well, I hope she would be reading this, because after all, the person who wrote this story was the boy in the man inside me.

I hope dear readers you guys would understand this. And to the girl I write this story to, I still do love you.

Update: Used to love you. Posting this up again.

Love and signed,
Benjamin Wong

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Freedom Fighters: Chapter Two: Malaysia

The day World War Three started, our country went into a curfew. The Internet was disabled by TM, the private telecommunications company in our country and sole provider for internet connection. It caused a ruckus and chaos in the country, almost a world war in our own country, but the television lines were sill okay, so the Government made a public statement saying, "In this desperate times, I, the Prime Minister of Malaysia, have got news from the West, that World War 3 just broke out, we do not know how, or why, but what we do know is to protect ourselves. I am very sorry for the Internet issue, which caused everyone to be frustrated. This will give us full security as no information from our country can be leaked into other countries and vice versa. I am doing this to protect all of us, although this seem to be a bit drastic, but I pray, you all will be together with me. This is hardships that we are enduring. Our neighbouring country, Singapore has already drawn certain plans to adjust ourselves to this dire situation. We are to join forces with them and unify, in a new army named the Freedom Fighters. We do not fight for anyone, we fight for us. In this I hope we all come as one. It is time to show who we really are, to stand up for ourselves. Thank you, I will be addressing you all tomorrow morning again regarding this matter. Goodnight, and sorry for the inconvenience caused."

That statement left everyone stunned. Nobody expected this to happen. Starting tomorrow, work will be different. The situation will all be different. The next morning, the Prime Minister addressed to the people again, on supporting his statements he said last night and also the possible mobilisation of the National Service training recruits, integrating them into the Military. Posts have been set up nationwide for trainees to apply for position, and for the ones who feel like volunteering to help and contribute to the country. 

Obviously, I have to apply for a position, but all they give was crap positions, pilot, navy crew, infantry, submarine division, medics, hospital division, arms division, operatives division, and the one which interest me, the intelligence division. I applied for that. Not that its safe or anything, but one mistake and the whole country's in trouble. 

One thing our country was lucky is that we have our own satellite for our own local television. With that, we can send messages on television, telling civilians what to do and how to survive. We taught the civilians and in the meantime multi tasking our armies to get use to the equipments and their respective sections. I was assigned to Intelligent Gathering Section, the IGS, very dangerous job. we communicate through our own local television, making it as a base receiver for all our communications, so with all the Internet gone, we still have communications with our military and civilian as well. 

My first assignment was to Indonesia. No ships, or boats allowed, so I had to swim to the other island, but I have trained, for a month, a hardcore training, only seven hours sleep a night, the rest is swim training, for twenty days, and I have five days to gear up and five days rest. I went out, for the last five days of my life with my friends. Some have went into infantry, some into pilot, some into mobile section, some into medic, some still thinking. I hung out with very few. My assignment was highly top secret, I told my friends I would be away for quite awhile for some assignment. 

The day came. I swam non stop to Indonesia. After so much training it felt nothing much, pretty cool and calm with it. I arrived on Indonesian shores at February 2nd 2015. My assignment was scout and Intel collection, nothing more. I was only equipped with a Glock 19 pistol, just in case, and four magazines. I took pictures, silently, of the shores, how they mobilized their army, where they guarded, where they deliver and receive new supplies, I just continue to snap snap snap.

It took me three days. I had to cut it short because an enemy spotted me, so I just swam home. When I reached Malaysian shores, boy was I glad to be greeted with green uniforms. I quickly asked for a private transport back to HQ.

Well, cut the slack and chat, that was my first assignment, anyway, this is my fortieth assignment. Operation UWA Intercept. An integrated and secured operation commanded by the UWA in collaboration with FF to bring down the I.R.F. Yes, I am one of the seven stranded in Brazil. Two Marines, two Green Berets, two UWA Intel Officers and me, one Malaysian Intel Officer, Class 7. They were close together, I of course I felt like an outcast. But the war was hell. I've seen Marines been blown to bits, Marines tortured and killed, so many horrifying things. Some even stabbed to death.

I just wish I could be in Malaysia.

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Freedom Fighters: Chapter One: World War Three!

The I.R.F struck with so much brute force that the Marines couldn't handle the strength they carried, in the arms segment that is, they had even more advanced weapons than the Marines had, showering them with heat-seeking mortar rounds, armour piercing rounds, high explosive grenades and flash bangs. Not only that, they even deployed tanks and reconnaissance vehicles to defeat the Marines. The Marines were strategically deployed into teams of tens or hundreds. In just less than twelve hours of battle they were reduced to less than half of their force and left with low ammunition supplies and medics. 

After another four hours of gruelling battle, the remaining forces were taken out by snipers, predicted to be mercenaries who used to work either Military or private organizations. They retreated into the dense jungles of Brazil, hoping to avoid detection and escape the brutal death their remaining comrades felt. With so much torture and pain, they ran, not for their country, but for their lives. The enemies are brutal. Even brutal than what you think they are. It was a compilation of devils merged together into one. 

They camped and survived in the jungle, hunting anything they could which can be made into dinner. They survived on little water and food, but moved on with the same pace. The didn't back down, just waiting for rescue to get them to safety and back home. The jungle was way better than the war. The jungle do have predators, but mostly are on the ground, so they stayed a top the trees to survive. They were exhausted and tired of running. 

Before this, at their base off the shores of Miami, they were confident, with over a battalion of Marines to defeat the enemy at the gates of Venezuela now with just a squad or rifle infantry of seven members. Seven members left, they were all close friends staying in the same barracks and knowing each other for almost seven years. They were small in number, so it was hard to detect them. They waited and waited. 

Miami. Dated 24th March 2020. The coast of Miami was turned from a partying beach into a military zone. Across the world there were few places who are D.M.Z.s, like Singapore and its neighbouring country, Malaysia and Hawaii. Now Miami is the secondary base for the U.W.A, the United Western Army which is made up of the American and British Army, together with neighbouring European countries like France, Germany, Denmark, Norway, Sweden and a few more countries. The shores are now erected with guard towers of massive heights and guarded by the SAS and Green Berets. The Marines were just front line soldiers, providing cover for covert operations run by the SAS and Green Berets, who are in charge of the situation. 

A few bases had already fallen into the hands of the I.R.F. The base at Australia, New Zealand, India, Canada and some parts of South America, including the enemies base at Venezuela. The amount of Marines , SAS and Green Berets which were killed were off the charts, with civilians killed almost daily, recruiting them into the I.R.F was the reason why the Marines are losing. 

The I.R.F, is controlled by not one leader, but a few, as what its acronym serves, the International Rebels Faction, it was mainly the armies of terrorist factions, the Japanese "yakuzas",the Chinese triads and the Russian Mobs or Mafias as they are known. Their unification spread across the Internet globally, with videos  and videos of them slowly conquering the world by brute force and violence. This unification post a major threat to the world security and the peace treaty signed long time ago. But it did not include nor state that it applies for the unification of rebel armies across the globe. 

At first, the United States Army and Marines tried to bring them down with small scale invasions and lock downs. The recent ambush on an American convoy from the South of Russia sparked World War Three. Video clips of the shootings on American Military trucks were played in many Youtube accounts, where the FBI said it would take months and probably even years to find the original uploader, therefore implying that the search was nullified. 

World War 3. 

The war every human on earth did not want to know. It was the worst world war in the history of mankind. Untold stories of physical abuse, physical torture, fear, rape, psychological disorders, mental illness, and many more are kept silent by the victims. Most would surrender but little are willing to die. How the I.R.F recruited their soldiers were simple, kill your family, or you. Worst still, kill your loved one, or you. Either one of this two or you can join their army, in which you get paid, but the horror you have to go through their training session. 

Nobody was safe any more. Even civilians are threatened daily. With the war raging on, there weren't much places left to run. Countries like Malaysia, Singapore and Hawaii, already locked their perimeter with their own armies to protect their own country and Singapore and Malaysia had a Peace Military Treaty and introduced a new army named Freedom Fighters. 

The high technology war escalated so fast that in just the first year, two nuclear disasters, three nuclear explosions and five massive gun battles. The number of soldiers killed in total reached to almost a billion, with the Americans suffering more loses. In the United States, police officers are promoted to private ranks to enter the Army to service the country. The world was in chaos. 

The United States did not for see this, nor did anyone. The I.R.F took it coolly and boldly. The battle of Venezuela was the last huge battle. After that battle the Americans suffered a forty percent loss in their army strength and a ten percent loss in the I.R.F. Not to mention communication and Internet, both are dominated by the I.R.F. The world's economy plunged like an aeroplane crashing, from being stable to almost zero economic value, import and exports become scarce and the only main exports were from the I.R.F, mainly transporting their arms and artilleries from one place to another, or one factory to the other. 

The war raged on, but slowly the UWA are retreating. They are losing so many men in the field of war. The I.R.F conquered almost sixty percent of the land. That is the start of World War Three.

*Note:The above story is absolutely fiction and does not involve anyone, dead or alive. The story is 100% copyrighted and should not be reproduced in any form by any means possible. Thank you and enjoy reading.

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