SAViNG GRACE

Just because of pride, there are people who are actually willing to belittle others, or simply, pull together sizeable advantage to be appeased. I mean, what do they get out of placing themselves in the limelight and then downing others?

Satisfaction. Gratification. And definitely definition of their sick, perverse ideologies over what their diminished concept of embracing equilibrium and eliminating dominion of egoes would be.

I ain't a fighter and definitely not a peacemaker. Like a true blue streetkid, I think being given attention is already an extra bonus, somewhat a lottery-winning kind of feeling. Plus the fact that somebody actually decides to engage you in some ways useful is almost like being the F7 key on the keyboard that is finally being pressed.

So tell me. How many times have you ever used the F7 key? Or are you the F7 key?

Because, if the F7 key is unimportant to you, then you probably don't value what others can do. But if you're the F7 key, I salute you: you're configurable, yet not vying for attention, even though you are somewhat the humble kind.

My dear cyberspacemen, I love my job, and I love seeing young, inquisitive minds at work, hungry for new things everyday. And I gladly give what I can offer to feed that hunger - I guess making too many mistakes make you more obvious towards intangible things that protude like the F7 key.

And if you're telling me it's a group project, it's teamwork, it's having to do it together, know this - if you ever complain about some others who aren't cooperating, perhaps you have to ask yourself why aren't you instead.

I read in the papers last night, one of those gossip papers that paint the world in a myriad of colors more vibrant than a Picasso: a father-son team who terrorised an entire block of residents - the father strips and exposes himself to any female human, the son steals women lingerie, ejaculates into them, and returns them promptly.

And it went on for a year.

Now, either the team is lucky and somewhat quite welcomed to do what they are doing, or the residents are purely not very cooperative, but somewhat selfish, thinking others will do the reporting and stop the nonsense. For me? I would have gathered my friends, catch the fabulous two, tie them up nude at their main doors, and get an old (really old) prostitute to expose herself to them for a full hour. And each time they get an erection, we'll slap the erection till it dies down, keep repeating the process till they can't stand it anymore. Make it 2 hours.

I really don't know which to laugh at, or to feel disgusted at: the perverts, or the residents.

OMG. ONE FULL YEAR OF RAMPANT PERVERTIC BEHAVIOUR! I think the residents are more perverse to let it actually happen to them for that long.

Now tell me - have you done a check on yourself lately? Are you the real person, or are your saying others are unreal?