True Fact

Forgetting is simple

I'm sure am missing my days of this.

Today is the 9th of April of 2011. I have been long been posted out of HTA to PCB since my POP,and everything seems to be well except obnoxious behavior for not updating the blog for a few months. At a later timing, I can safely say that things are pretty the same around the house, with friends, and also life. It's full of misery and challenges. Somewhere, I might find a place to go. Sometimes, I will always say I didn't know. Now just wait for my updates. Cause I'll be home from now onwards.

Hard facts

A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates.

YOU MAY VISIT THE STORE ONLY ONCE!

There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights. There is, however, a catch....You may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down - except to exit the building!

So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.

On the first floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 - These men have jobs and love the Lord.

The second floor sign reads: Floor 2 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids.

The third floor sign reads: Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, and are extremely good looking.

'Wow,' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.

She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads: Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop- dead good looking, and help with the housework.

'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!' Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads: Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop- dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak. She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads:

Floor 6 - You are visitor 4,363,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day!

Happy Valentine's Day ladies (:

Unlike those times

Okay I will update.

It has been quite sometime since I find enraged serenity and divine manhood by killing blood-sucking zombies on the screen of a computer game. ''Left 4 Dead'', a game developed by Valve Software created a year ago, is a first-person shooter sci-fi which consoles the player of a world taken over by the undead. The story is common - government controlling virus, people infected, turn into zombies, wreck havoc and bla bla bla. The game allows you to be a part of the remaining survivors, who have to fight their way out of the god forsaken place, and find somewhere safe. Not known to them however, nowhere is safe! Which brings the fun. You'll get unlimited bodies of zombies rushing at you like mad, and you just have to keep killing them. How I wish the game has modern warfare involved, don't you think so too?

Hmm. But does it occur to you that someday, somehow, this sort of unimaginable hell would be unleash on Earth, and all your love ones will end up either trying to kill you, or taste your brain? That's what I ponder on nowdays. Okay not really.

But. I’ve been giving this a lot of thought. I think that, in preparation for the inevitable zombie apocalypse, we need to establish a password that both identifies us as humans, AND allows us to differentiate and detect potential zombies. So here’s my thought:

Once the dust settles from the “zombiepocalypse,” the world will be a barren hellscape, inhabited by roaming hordes of the undead, searching to feast upon the flesh of the small bands of surviving humans who somehow escaped the initial carnage. Upon encountering another person/zombie, using “The Amine Technique,” one issues the challenge: “STOP!!” The correct response from the other subject to this challenge is “HAMMER TIME!” Then (and this is VERY IMPORTANT) BOTH PARTIES must perform the entire dance from the “U Can’t Touch This” video. If either party cannot complete the ENTIRE DANCE, beware! They’re obviously a zombie. Avoid them at all costs. Do not trust them, do not give them shelter, do not offer them a spot in your fantasy Universal Studios, and do not invite them over for Hari Raya celebrations. They’re the walking undead. Wandering with a bloodlust and unquenchable desire for human flesh and brains. And when they overrun your stronghold, devouring the skin from your bones, destroying everything you’ve ever known or loved, they’ll take your cellphone and run through all of your “free outgoing” minutes calling their zombie buddies back home. The beasts! They have no soul!

So can we all agree on this technique of challenge/response? We need to think of these protocols now, people, before it’s too late. The “Hammer Dance” may well be our only hope of survival…