I climbed up the stairs of the Temple of Doom, slicing past all meddlesome waist-tall weeds along the way with my trusty machete. It must have took long, for the sun had raised over my head by then. If you're wondering, I had lost my watch when I crossed the River of Gustav, lost my glasses when crossing the Gorge of Victoria, and lost my erection while watching the Videos of Gay Porn.
Alast, I finally reached the entrance to the temple, but I couldn't open the wooden doors - it was stuck from the inside, probably blocked by a fallen column. Just when all efforts were about to go in vain, i spotted a tiny opening in the wall right next to the entrance of the stairway I climbed up earlier.
I made my way immediately. The sun was about to set (I spent quite a lot of time on the doors, lol). I had to make it back before bedtime or Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup would kill me. Unfortunately, fate seem to evade me as I couldn't fit in. Desperate, I called for my last weapon.
"Transform... Into Orang Minyak!"
Yea, and I managed to squeeze in.
Inside the 'tunnel' was a complete pitch back. I couldn't even see my fingers!! Oh yea, I'm orang minyak... of course I couldn't see my fingers, in black oil wut. Sheepishly, I cleaned myself of the black oil and stored it up for my transformation next time. Bloody oil prices.
I continued my trek in, not knowing what to expect; giant lego boulders? giant mosquitos? sodomising politicians!? ARGHH! my imagination was in overrun, I had to admit, but had disappointed myself when I reached a double wooden door.
Now, this looked suspicious, I thought. Temples of Dooms do not have medieval-castle-like door. As adventurous as I was, I pushed the doors open, not knowing what inside would befall me.
Inside was a large room, all empty, except for an old, white man with his back facing me sitting in the center with a desk. His table was full of piles of paper, stacked high messily. Aware that the door had opened, he slowly spun around, and asked:
"I've been waiting for you, my son.
Are you here for the Oxford Brookes Project?"
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Yay, I finished my second meeting with my mentor. I know Willy's already submitted his copy, but patience, my dear, for patience brings about great things =D. In short, this meeting was much better than the first, at least he got a better impression of me, I thought.
Anyways, YAY! A short rest more. Let me sleep in tmrw (as usual), and I'll be up on my feets again!
Anyways, YAY! A short rest more. Let me sleep in tmrw (as usual), and I'll be up on my feets again!
