Ok a few agendas. First of all, Three Musketeers Go Tasek! xP Twin couldn't come for some reasons, Zhi we never expected him to come anyway, and the others just narrowly missed it. So it's 3 on the go! It was basically straight and flat route, but surprisingly having done Shahbandar for the whole past week (the hard way), I had to turn back to look for Teacher about half a dozen times so that she won't be left too far behind. Her reason: fatigue. Luckily our kind Meng Wee accompanied her the whole way. To encourage discipline, a punishment was promptly bestowed on her: no hydration (as in no water to drink). Harsh I know, but that's the most effective way to enforce discipline in oneself (at least in this scenario).
We stopped 2 times for me to take evidences of our conquest of Tasek hills.
This is the 2nd time (if I am not mistaken).
The cell tower at the top of Sheration hill (also the thing to blame in the case of low phone connectivity in the town area)
Before rolling downhill to Sheraton.
Second on the list: DEV Meet 5 at De' Anggerek Hotel. I never enjoyed photography as much as this day. All sort of people and... things to take pictures of!!! Here's the poster:
Actually this was the first photo of the day (and also the only one I took of myself).
That's the lift door btw.
Eco-friendly robot? =S
Errr... security? (Thanks for the self-defense tip if you ever read this) He told us to add him on Facebook: Combatkun (or something liddat xP)
No offense but these 2 really did creep me out!!!
Oh this is the drawing competition. It lasted all day long and these people actually drew throughout the day!!! =S
Modern artist =S Yes this guy was drawing, on a... I have no idea of this technology's identity.
Random picture =P
Remember Mr. Waiter?
That's... erm... L being challenged to game.
Exhibition of toysssss
Don't ask. Maybe computer graphics are included too.
Just some guys playing Yu-Gi-Oh.
Now for a touch of wisdom, here's the World Explanation:
On the first day God created the cow. God said, "You must go to field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer. I will give you a life span of sixty years."The cow said, "That's a kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. Let me have twenty years and I'll give back the other forty.And God agreed.On the second day, God created the dog. God said, "Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. I will give you a life span of twenty years."The dog said, "That's too long to be barking. Give me ten years and I'll give back the other ten."So God agreed (sigh).On the third day God created the monkey. God said, "Entertain people, do monkey tricks, make them laugh. I'll give you a twenty year life span."Monkey said, "How boring, monkey tricks for twenty years? I don't think so. Dog gave you back ten, so that's what I'll do too, okay?"And God agreed again.On the fourth day God created man. God said, "Eat, sleep, play, have sex, enjoy. Do nothing, just enjoy, enjoy. I'll give you twenty years."Man said, "What? Only twenty years? No way man. Tell you what, I'll take my twenty, and the forty cow gave back, and the ten dog gave back and the ten monkey gave back. That makes eighty, okay?""Okay," said God. "You've got a deal."So that is why for the first twenty years we eat, sleep, play, have sex, enjoy, and do nothing; for the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family; for the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain our grandchildren; and for the last ten years we sit in front of the house and bark at everybody. =)
And finally, a little news on the other side of the world:From England: A motorist was unknowingly caught in an automated speed trap that measured his speed using radar and photographed his car. He later received in the mail a ticket for 40 Pounds and a photo of his car. Instead of payment, he sent the police department a photograph of 40 Pounds. Several days later, he received a letter from the police that contained another picture...of handcuffs. The motorist promptly sent the money for the fine.
From Oklahoma City: Dennis Newton was on trial for the armed robbery of a convenience store in district court when he fired his lawyer. Assistant district attorney Larry Jones said Newton, 47, was doing a fair job of defending himself until the store manager testified that Newton was the robber. Newton jumped up, accused the woman of lying and then shouted, "I should have blown your f**king head off!" The defendant paused, then quickly added, "If I'd been the one that was there." The jury took 20 minutes to convict Newton and recommended a 30-year sentence.
From Detroit: A pair of Michigan robbers entered a record shop nervously waving revolvers. The first one shouted, "Nobody move!" When his partner moved, the startled first bandit shot him.
From Texas: A drunk girl drove into Galveston Bay. Her friend got out alive but the drunk driver was too drunk to unfasten her seat belt and she died. Her parents sued Honda for manufacturing a seat belt that cannot be easily unbuckled by a drunk driver who is underwater.
And finally, 2 more things:
Fact: The international telephone dialing code for Antarctica is 672. For Brunei, it's 673.
And last but not least comes literature!!!The following is a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Two persons pair off and one of them will write the first paragraph of a short story. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached. Here's the real submission of an pair of anonymous guy and girl:
At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far...". But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.
He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for physically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel", Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?", she pondered wistfully.
Little did she know, but she has less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu-udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through Congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu-udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion which vaporized Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic, semi-literate adolescent.
Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium.
Asshole.
Bitch.
And that concludes this special edition post. May you enjoy this limited life and before signing off, let us all wish Annabelle her happy belated birthday on 17th and Ciciarni's on 20th. Please be patient for her anticipated birthday on 20-12-2012!
ZhuZhu8th
=) No more needs to be said.
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