Writing a fiction, again

W.Dragon made a telephone call to Dick, "Dick, I have an IQ test question: If you had made a contract with the seller of a real estate property, but you want to void the contract, what would you do?"

Dick wished to find out how to void the contract, so he made a phone call to me, "Agatha, I have an IQ test question: If you had made a contract with the seller of a real estate property, but you want to void the contract, what would you do?"

I answered, "I will try to find out if the real estate property has any illegal constructions, then I can tell the seller I want to frustrate our sales contract, because he did not tell me there are illegal constructions, that is cheating, the contract should be voided."

Dick was happy to tell W. Dragon.

The following Monday, Dick heard that W. Dragon won a case, he was named "the legend".

Dick wished to find out why W. Dragon suddenly became a superstar.

A judge told Dick, "W. Dragon made a precedent, he had voided a contract, so clever, arguing that the untruth contract terms and the illegal constructions make the contract illegal."

Dick went to W.dragon's office, and escorted him to the ATM withdrawing cash to pay for my consultation fees.

(I will not allow him to continue.)

Writing a fiction

"Agatha, it's Dick. My friend W.Dragon has a claim against him in High court, he needs your help, can you come?"

"Okay, when?"

"This morning 10 o'clock."

"Now is 8.30, it's a Monday morning, do you believe I can come on time? I don't even know his case."

"It's a very complicated case, can't tell you on the phone, come, at once."

I quickly change my clothes and calling for taxi, rushing to High Court.

I reach the ground floor of High Court at 9.50 a.m. W. Dragon is trying to delay the judge from coming to court room, and I am arrived the 15th floor at 10.10 a.m.

I don't even know the plot of this drama; not even know who is my litigant.

I sat down and start reading the document. It is a claim from a deceased's brothers against the deceased's only daughter, to take all of the deceased's legacy from her.

The deceased was a South African citizen, and so as all the parties including the deceased's brothers, and daughter are South African citizens.

The questioned legacy is a property, an apartment in Hong Kong.

The claimants want the apartment, because of according to the customary law of South Africa that no legacy shall be given to daughter.

Now is my turn to present my case, I stand up and start my defend arguments, "Your Excellency, according to Basic Law of Hong Kong, article 8, all the previous laws including customary laws shall be continued enforced in Hong Kong. However, only the customary laws of Qing Dynasty not the customary laws of South Africa shall be enforced. Though the parties are South African citizens, the property of this case was built in Hong Kong. And this court is in Hong Kong, therefore only the laws of Hong Kong are admissible in this court. If the claimants cannot present a Hong Kong case law or any Hong Kong law, which regulates only males of a family can inherit family's legacy; they cannot claim my litigant's property.

And the present Hong Kong Customary Law, that the New Territories aboriginal legacy law was changed, which allows all the children can inherit their ancestors legacy.”

We won this case.

Dick quickly go to the office room to talk about the apportionment of litigation costs.

I said quietly to Dick , "Never pay a single cent."

Then after everything was done, we are happily leaving High Court. Dick and I walking in normal pace, deciding on which restaurant we shall go, and W. Dragon shall pay for the feast. When we turn around, W. dragon and my litigant were disappeared.

Dick says, " W. Dragon told me this morning that she is his girlfriend, therefore he shall not pay you and I in this case. But at least he should pay for our late lunch."

(This will never continue again.)

Wormhole 2

I go to university to meet Professor Jones.
I tell him in his office, "Professor, have you ever experiment burning a candle? Such as having candle-light dinner with your girl, or girls?"
"No."
"Okay, I want to light a candle now, and please holding this fire extinguisher; I am going to light a candle."
I use a lighter to light a candle, and putting a pile of scraps of paper around the candle, covers it with a glass box that has holes on the bottoms of each side, making sure only oxygen goes into the box, not wind.
The fire creates air flow, attracts the scraps of paper, and it flies to the fire, and burning.
I say, 'This is why earth has gravity. The heat from the core of this earth attracts the outside materials. Moon's core is still burning, and that is why it has gravity, the gravity of moon and earth attracting each other, and so as the other planets in the solar system, attracting each other."
"What do you want to prove?"
"I want to prove black holes are formed because of this nuclear fusion; planet burning creates air flow, attracts all other materials into the core of this planet creates black hole."
"So?"
"When two black holes attracted to each other, they move towards each other, until they attached and a wormhole is formed. If I am going from one black hole to the other , I was only traveled the distance of the length of this worm hole. However, the black holes had been traveled a distance, because the air flow attracted the two black holes getting closer to each other."
"What do you want to prove?"
"I want to say that the wormhole is not a time machine or shortcut of space travel."
"I am very disappointed."
"One theory believed a human is made up of atoms; and by decomposed human into cells, they can transport a human to other space instantly.
It was wrong, even if a human is decomposed into atoms, transportation of the quantity of atoms of one human, the volume and weight is equal to a whole human."
"Your conclusion is?"
"No such thing as time traveling. One can't travel to another planet instantly."
(End)

Wormhole 1

I make a telephone call to Professor Mick Jones, "Hello Mick, it's Agatha. I want to build a laboratory, I need sponsors, is your university willing to build one?"

"What sort of laboratory?"

"I read books about the space machine 'Voyager 2', do you remember it was launched in 1977 August 20? In the future, 296,000 years later, it will be half way journey to Sirius. Therefore physical transportation in the space does not work, alien, if there was any, should not be coming by space ships. I want to make a 'wormhole' or there is another name, 'Einstein-Rosen bridge'. If you believe a sun after nuclear fusion, it will become gravitational collapse, a black hole is formed. When 2 black holes attracted together, a wormhole is form, in theory. A wormhole can be the 'time machine', or Teleportation machine."

"You want to make a nuclear bomb explosion in our laboratory?"

"No, I just want to form 2 black holes on earth."

"Not possible."

"I know this is Earth, we have gravity. And the capacity of an explosion is too small to create gravitational collapse."

"You have to find out how to create gravity, then create two gravity in one space, then you can create a wormhole. However you can walk in this short distance, you do not need a wormhole as a tunnel."

"I still need to work on my research, I am very busy now, and I am hungry, I need to cook, goodbye."

(To Be Continued)

Agatha vs A.I.

An artificial intelligence challenges me on a chess game. 

I had defeated it, in the Chinese chess games. 

It wants me to play Chess game, this time.

The A.I. developer did not know why I could defeat his software, I am thinking of should I disclose the secret of defeating an A.I.

If one day the A.I. turns bad to a rebel, I shall be the only person can destroy it.

And I know the A.I. developer did not check each step of my chess, otherwise they would have found out the defects of this software.

Okay, let me give you a hint: Rational vs Irrational. 

The software was developed according to the possible routes to win the game, A.I. could predict the plan of the chess player in each step. However, it could not predict an irrational player. 

I had only moved one step backward, the A.I. could not find out my possible playing plan, therefore it was lost in this game.

No more losing sleep?

However, to input all the non-logical movements of a player, you have to use a even bigger memory to predict my infinite possible routes, give it up, if I were you.

(End)

Wanting to be someone else

"Agatha, come to my party, meet me in the Queen's pier." Said Mr. F., a banker.
I had been eating instant noodle this week, I wanted a big feast.
So I quickly changed clothes, got into a taxi rushing to Queen's pier.
Mr. F's big yacht had two other guests. Anyway I jumped into the deck of his yacht, meeting the other guests.
I said, "Hello, I'm Agatha Rose, happy to see you."
A woman, "Hello, I'm Myosotis."
I asked, "Is it the blue flowers?"
Myosotis answered, "Yes."
The other guests stood up and said to me, "Hello, Agatha I'm happy to see you, too. I am a shareholder of the bank, just call me Tom, please."
Mr. F gave me a gesture, so I went to the captain, he gave me a note: "I don't know why Tom brings a woman with him, we are going to inspect the construction site of our new holiday house. It is the job benefit for the top level managers. Can you help entertaining her with your good sense of humor. I know you like the food from an expensive restaurant, I hope you can help me taking care of her."
So I quickly inspect the table, and then I start talking to the guests.
While eating the good food, I was talking to Myosotis, "Hong Kong harbor may be as beautiful as the other places, such as Melbourne, Sydney, London, San Francisco, and Portugal."
Myosotis said, "You have been to so many cities, sounds very interesting, I hope I had been there, too."
I asked, "Why don't you go and see by yourself?"
Myosotis looked not happy, did not make a sound.
I must have said something wrong.
When the yacht reached the outer water, police's ship getting near our yacht, and jumped into the deck, inspecting our identity card.
Myosotis showed her identity card, but I found out it was the older version. I had my identity card renewed to a new version in 1998. But she still using to old ID card.
She said to police that she came back not long ago, and will go to the immigration to have it renewed."
Police let her using the old ID card.
After police were gone, I asked Myosotis, "Where did you come back from?"
She refused to answer.
In the rest of the trip, she refused to talk to me again.
I took her glass with me when I was ashore. And I took her glass to the police. It was the police gave me a note before they left the yacht, telling me to take her glass to Central Police Department.
I was waiting inside Police Department, I hope we could find out something.
By scanning her fingerprints left on her glass; the super computer found out she was a prisoner and after released from prison she had committed suicide by jumped out of a building in 1980.
According to the name of her ID card, she has a surviving sister.
Police trying to contact her sister.
A few hours later, this surviving sister of the ID card came in. Telling police that her sister was disappeared and this woman using her sister's ID card. She was worried that this woman had been looking for her might kill her.
Police believed the decease found in 1980 was the ID card holder, but was replaced Myosotis' ID card, therefore was mistaken Myosotis was dead. And Myosotis had been using other's ID card until now.
Tom made a phone call to me, "Agatha, my friend Myosotis had transferred a sum of money to your bank account; I believed she had peeped, when I using Internet banking to transfer my payment to buy your jewelry. She can't use your bank account for money laundering. I had reported to police."
I will not forget her, Myosotis.
(End)

Agatha Rose's new home

After I sold some of my fictions, and other works to a film production company, I have enough money to re-build my home.
The construction company gave me a suggestion, I only have enough money to build a greenhouse. Glass is the cheapest building material, and the workmanship is the fast.
I feel like a rose in a greenhouse, not a melon.
Anyway, there is no other choice.
After one month, I shifted into this new home. I put all the books on the new book shelves, and I found one book, that was a gift from a publisher, "How to live a life; that can go to heaven".
As a science fiction writer, I want to prove there is a heaven and a hell. Or I have heard there are multiple levels of heaven and hells.
However as far as I know, heaven and hells are belonged to the ghosts, not human.
I start reading this book. It was written that lazy, greedy and hatred will go to hell.
And when gone to hell, none of them can come back.
I ask me, "Do I hate anyone?"
Professor Mick Jones drives his car arrives my front door. He bought many boxes, inside which are instant noodles. I need this, I am hungry.
Suddenly a thunderstorm, the raindrops hitting my glass roof, very noisy, the gutter collects rainwater into big cement pots. I suddenly come up with an idea, I take out a book from the shelf, opened it and let Mick read it. It is the book of wind power. That is a page recorded James Blyth's electricity-generating wind turbine. And a photograph of this machine was taken in 1891.
It was a vertical axis wind turbines.
I want to install such a machine in a horizontal way, just like a watermill. When rainwater drops into the cups, it turns the watermill; and when wind blows into the cups, it turns the watermill. Therefore on rainy days,  or on windy days, the windmill will generate electricity.
This small Ferris wheel, the cups will lift up water until one cup reached the top, water inside that cup will pour out, and the power of poured water will push down the other cup (the cup that is in front of it). And when the cup reaches the lowest, it will lift up water from gutter.
Mick and I started to make a prototype  with bamboo, trying to experiment.
However, the sun comes out; and no wind.
And Mick made my home messy when making the watermill.
From now on, I will only make prototype in Mick's home.
(End)

Never to be a Peony or Camellia (2)

In my dream, I was in a hall, a competition was going on, one of my teachers in my course, she told me to look for our teammates, the selected and the standby teams.

They should come with our assistant, he was responsible for calling taxi, making sure they would come on time.

I went outside the university campus, walked to the main gate. I saw our student assistant was sitting on the pavement, arms embracing his knees, he was crying. Then I looked at the taxi, a seven seats van, the driver, the selected team (Peony and Camellia) were loss of consciousness sitting on the front roll. Their faces and foreheads were bleeding, and the front window of the van was broken.

Then I walked to the side of the van, I found the backup team (Elan and Gene) were crying at the middle roll.

While I was calling police, my teacher, Linda, rushed to the van and urged the backup team to ran back to the hall for competition.

And then I was inside the hall, I saw the boys were crying, and they had scored the lowest in this competition.

I woke up.

I pray to Jesus that I wish this accident will never happen.

I go to law school,this afternoon.  I've heard that Linda wants a second year student participate as helper, so I go to her office room and applying for the job.

It is the lawyer skills competition, and will be held on Easter Holiday at a law school of New Zealand.

Linda told me about the selected team, and the backup teams, they are the final year students; and an assistant, a first year student.

I met them in my dream.

Linda gave me the job, the first thing I need to do is to alter the tickets, because the organizer of this competition decided to change the date of this competition, one day earlier than the original schedule.

We have to take a flight from Hong Kong to Sydney Australia; then transit to Auckland, and then take a flight to Christchurch, and then take a flight to Hamilton, and then take a flight to Dunedin. If all the flights are on time, it will take us 24 hours to get there. We booked a van pick up us from the airport, deliver us to the hostel near university.

We are in the Hong Kong airport taking the 10 pm flight, (Hong Kong time) ; the next day we arrived in the university of New Zealand dinner party at 10 pm, (New Zealand time).

According to the original time schedule, first round competition should be held on Wednesday. Now changed to Tuesday. Early in the morning, the first year student, our assistant forgot to book a taxi. And the taxi company said that the only van is very busy this morning. Therefore, I am the only one got up early and took breakfast. We must run to the university.

We made it on time, and lucky enough the organizer provides us tea at 10 am.

The girls cannot get into the second round, I am relieved.

I sleep well at night.

The next morning we need not rush to the competition hall, so we walk slowly.

In the afternoon, the first year student tells me, "Taxi company gave a telephone call to me, asking me if we had booked the van this morning. They thought that we were in the van. It was smashed, the van hit the back of a big truck, the van driver was dead."

After the Easter Holiday, class as usual.

Elan asked me if I have any photograph of the trip?

I have to tell him the photo shop lost my camera film negatives, they gave me a new roll of camera film as compensation.

He told me all the camera film negatives were lost, which including Linda's, the girls', the boys', mine, and the first year student's.

The only photograph we have is the group photograph on the buffet dinner party on Tuesday night. It was given by the organizer.

(End )

Never to be a Peony or Camellia (1)

As a novelist I love reading famous authors' works, such as well known Chinese opera "Peony Pavilion"; and French Opera "La Traviata"; these women were as if beautiful flowers but had tragic lives.
As a water ink painter, I like to draw flowers, bloom, not Van Gogh's flowers.
I am a science novelist, and always want to write ghost stories. I want to find out the existence of soul, and the human foreknowledge.
This is a story about a ghost, he loves to take photographs, some may see him, some may not. Why does he want to appear on the newspaper front page?
It was not long ago, a company placed an advertisement on newspaper's front page, some readers saw a translucent image of a man. He looked sad, but dresses well.
I don't like ghost, I don't want to encounter any ghost, because my "radio waves" rejects ghost's "radio wave", I don't feel comfortable with ghost.
And that is why I want to know how to keep them away from me.  I want to find out what does ghost afraid of ?
In "Peony Pavilion", the ghost girl or her soul went into her corpse, she came out of her coffin and lived again.
Sounds so much like the most of us on Friday. Anyway, I want to know more about finding the holy spirit to get rid of the ghosts, and getting the foreknowledge; but how to do it?
I went to a church, I talked to a Priest, "I can see some things that others can't see."
Priest, "Jesus saw them, too."
I "Jesus could get rid of them, I can't."
Priest, "Invite Jesus to help you."
Priest told me to pray one paragraph three time a day. And that will keep the ghosts away.
I asked Priest, "Did Jesus taught you the foreknowledge?"
Priest, "Why do you need this?"
I said, "Not to make mistakes."
Priest, "Pray to Jesus, you may know."
I went home and started my routine praying.
Last night, I dreamed of a car crash.
(To Be Continued)

The adventures of Agatha Rose 5

I have to live in Mick's home until I have found a new home.
Police told me during the time of the robot kidnap, no satellite signal has been detected.
I say to Mick, "They did not hack any satellite.
The possible way to transfer signal was by a quadcopter, acted as if a LEO satellite, it was above my house at less than 160 km height, delivering radio frequency to control the robot. If they use amplitude modulation, the amateur radio could be quite faraway."
Anyway, the hackers should be someone knows a lot about me; otherwise they would not target on me.
Who knows my home address, my foreign investments, my personal data?
Or there is someone knew my personal data, and selling the data to hackers.
I tell Mick to make a radio receiver, and a radar to detect the possible amateur radio.
I leave a message at Face Book, "Professor Jones is making a new robot at home, an identical "Little Bat Boy", and will be ready tonight."
The new robot has no limbs, I only want to receive signal from hackers.
I tell Mick to make amplitude modulation remote controlled flying machine that installed a mobile phone.
At night, I am webcasting the old videos of the late "Little Bat Boy". And waiting for signal.
Suddenly, my laptop starts self-immolating; while "Little Bat Boy" the second had received signal, a series of instructions was installed; our radar detected frequency, it was on top of his house, and the amateur radio is on the main road.
I quickly run to the main road and there is a car parked on the roadside. The driver saw me, and he quickly started the engine and driving off.
I tell Mick to release the flying machine that install a mobile phone, which the GPS is turned on.
My phone shows the hacker's car, and the address of which it parked.
I send the digital map to police instantly.
And I am started to write down the court cases that: In the course of a felony, any loss of life or property, the offenders shall be liable. I am using the case law to claim damages.
(End)

The adventures of Agatha Rose 4

There is a police helicopter flying close to my house, while robot is fixing battery into my helicopter, a police officer on the flying helicopter using his gun shooting the barrel of gasoline beside robot. The barrel is empty but the fuel tank is full, gasoline is in the air, an explosion is resulted in the yard.
Police gives me a telephone call, "Miss Rose, I guess you had watched the video, and something you ought to know, your house was collapsed."
And the police find out one of my vintage cars was driving away from home, it was driving down slope towards the main road.  When police stopped my car, they found Mick was tied up in my car.
Police said to me that the car kept circling the roundabout at the junction and was speeding.
I say, "How could it be, my vintage car cannot be driven more than 70 mph."
Police, "Your car was programmed by auto-navigation in 70mph, the road speed limit is 20 mph. Anyway, Professor wants to talk to you, hold the line please."
"Agatha, they killed my 'Little Batboy', he was a good boy, it was the bad guys taught him wrong." Mick said.
"My house was collapsed, it was built in 1898. They should preserve historic building." I said.
"Your damages should be less than 3 million Bit coin, sue this hacker." Mick said.
"I shall find him, and claim from him in court, to indemnify my loss."
(To Be Continued)

The adventures of Agatha Rose 3

I tell the police officer to cut off my home Internet connection.

But the robot writes a message on my Face Book, "Never believe you are smarter than me."

The robot should have downloaded new software that has enough instructions to operate on its own.

But it's memory card has not enough storage to let it operate on its own. There should have another source of WIFI. 

May be the satellite giving robot signals.

I tell the police officer using short wave to interrupt.

Police officer gives me a telephone call, "Miss Rose, please click into your Face Book account, there is a live video webcasting.

I clicked into my account, I find a video showing two hands of robot are pumping fuel from Mick's car, and taking out the car battery. Moving the barrel and battery to my hidden helicopters, pouring the fuel into the empty fuel tank of a helicopter. And fixing a battery to the helicopter.

I leave a message on my Face Book, "Isn't it too expensive to rob my 3 million Bit coin; the fuel and battery of my helicopter only enough to fly 3 hours, or 12 miles. You cannot escape."

A reply message comes instantly, "Robot is only a tool, doesn't need to be escaped. If 3 million is too small, then give me all of your money, then I shall release Mick Jones."

"Take him, please. I will sing 'Seasons in the Sun' to Mick." I replied.

(To Be Continued)

The adventures of Agatha Rose 2

I am in Sydney, taking pictures of the script's scene. My mobile phone received a message from Mick Jones, "Hi, Agatha, I have to use your Internet connection, please do not send anything via Internet to me, have a nice day."
Mick is a university professor, he has enrolled to a robot course in the same university.
Last year he had entered to a robot design competition, his housekeeper robot didn't win anything, he complained that the panel of judges gave the award to a robot that could speak and reacted to voice commands. Therefore this year, Mick designed a new robot which connected to Internet via WIFI to retrieve a database, the database has millions of logical reactions, when robot heard a voice, the software can analyze the meanings and find out the logical reactions, including voice replies and action.



I hope he can win.
I am enjoying the night view of Sydney Harbor, and dining at a harbor view restaurant.
My mobile phone ringing, I say, "Hello?"
"Is it Miss Rose, Agatha Rose?"
"Yes, this is."
"Your friend Professor Mick Jones had reported to police 5 minutes ago, claiming that he was kidnapped by his robot at home, if you did not send 3 million Bit coins to your own Internet bank account, you cannot go home."
"It was only a joke."
"No, a bank reported to us that they have a new account created, and that was yours. We believe the robot was hacked and created a bank account according to your personal data. The hackers can create more new accounts and transferring Bit coin to them, and even using the new accounts to withdraw money from ATM."
"I don't have 3 millions."
"No, the robot said to Professor Jones that you have businesses in 30 countries, you can sell some of them."
"Is Professor Jones still alive? Can I talk to him?"
"Robot only allows him to appear at a live video on your Face Book account every four hours."
I should have warned Mick about "The Terminator".
(To Be Continued)

The adventures of Agatha Rose 1

"Hello, I want to buy a size 1 chicken, 500g ham, thank you."

"Agatha, I've heard that a new shop will be opened soon in this mall, you must buy from us. I've heard that the shopkeepers over there are young handsome fellows, don't trust them."

"I won't trust the young and handsome men, don't worry. However the coffee seller told me that new shop is run by an ugly middle age man, who was lying?"

"The Coffee man, of course."

"I am leaving home to New South Wales for a week, writing a film script, the film director has an offer from the actors that they want the story happens in NSW."

"I am going to miss you, and so as my size 1 chickens."

"The chickens will pray not to be eaten, trust me. Good day, see you."

I rush home, oh, let me introduce my home to my readers, I am living in a house at one of the peaks of Victoria Peak. The house was built in 1898 by an American family, they came to Hong Kong operated a trading business, mainly sold weapons to the revolutionary army in China. The family members were killed by one of the Japanese army's bombs in 1945. Only one boy was rescued in the blast.

In 1972, I met him in the park at Victoria Peak, I'd told him how to invest his money. He decided to make a fortune, though he was very rich at that time. And that was why his greed brought misfortune to him, he was killed at home by the translation clerk of the law firm; he met this clerk at the law firm, while the rich man was making his last will to give all his wealth to me. The clerk knew he was wealthy, and made a robbery in the rich man's home.

If the rich man had signed, sealed and delivered his wealth to me, then the clerk should kill me not him.

Anyway, not enough evidence and the eye witness was scared, this clerk was not convicted and he has been after me, waiting for a chance to take the legacy. And I pretended I didn't know anything about the robbery and the legacy. 

A bad man will continue his bad behavior, therefore I have been observing this clerk of the law firm, waiting for a chance to put him to jail.

Anyway, this is a small house, but has a big yard. I have hidden two helicopters in the yard.

However, in summers, the weather is not suitable for driving helicopters. Just as if today, heavy rain in Hong Kong. Therefore I have many vintage cars, because Hong Kong has traffic jam constantly, I don't have a chance speeding.

I am packing my suitcase tonight, because I have to catch an early flight to Sydney, next morning.

While baking chicken, Mick drives his car to the front door. I go out to stop him, "Mr. Jones, would you mind, if you park your car beside the fence, thank you."

He is not very happy, because he is afraid of the cliff.

Anyway, he takes his basket of wine, cheese and bread coming in the house and says, "I've heard that a new meat shop will be opened soon, the shopkeepers are young and handsome men. Let me remind you, there is a lawsuit recently, a handsome shopkeeper of a beauty salon, cheating women to buy beauty products."

"I will not buy futures, especially chicken."

"Anyway, I am staying here while you are away, don't worry, no one can rob anything from this house."

"We will eat up the chicken, ham, wine, cheese and bread, and in this house nothing is worth to be robbed."

"Your helicopters."

"Empty fuel tanks, and batteries were taken to the repair shop."

"How to waste time? I will stay here for the whole week, what can I do?"

"Try to find out if the new meat shop has handsome bad men."

(To Be Continued)

Standing at the Crossroads 4

A sunny Wednesday morning in Southbank, Brisbane. I jumped into the water but I see her, the woman in black dress on Monday morning. This morning, she is wearing a black one-piece grandma style swimsuit with a pair of black goggles, and black swimming cap. However she stands out of the crowd from the colourful swimmers.

Now she comes out from the water, and looks like she is leaving the beach.

I want to swim for a while, because I shall have lunch with the famous cameraman, Mr. Taau, in Bavarian Bier Cafe. And I shall take him to inspect all the film shooting sites. My new film script is about a love story in Brisbane.

And I want to alter my film script a little, I want the actress looks as if this woman, always dressed in black colour.

After I went to the changing room of the beach, I found a message from my phone; Taau wants to have a quick lunch, then we shall dine at Bavarian Bier Cafe at night.

I am going to Wendyfoodie to meet Taau by noon.

I guess no one can predict I met her again.

She is in her Black t-shirt top and black tight pants, a man is sitting opposite to her, he ordered sashimi and beer, she ordered noodle and hot chocolate. He does all the talking, and she keeps eating and drinking.

I believe the husband trying to convince his discontent wife back home.

However they are not good match, from the choices of food, I can tell.

She wants freedom, but he wants discipline. That is why they are having relationship crisis.

However, she looks like she is surrendered and willing to follow him home.

I thought their story can be more exciting, but only a cliche.

My dream is broken, I thought it will be a "Breakfast in Tiffany" version 2.0.

https://youtu.be/Q7SI7N22k_A

I am listening to "Moon River" of "Breakfast in Tiffany", while waiting for Mr. Taau.

(END)

Standing at the Crossroads 3

It was very embarrassed while I was eating croissant, my fingers are busy, the cell phone rang, therefore I used the hand-free mode; I didn't realize a stranger was sitting beside me, my boss asking me the question of my studying Greek, it was only an excuse, it is very difficult to convince my boss and my friends that I wanted to do nothing in the following few months, leaving the my work behind schedule.
It is 9 o'clock in the morning, I shall find something to do. So I search the good food guide. All the bistro and bar open at 4 p.m. How to wandering in the city until 4 p.m.?
Shall I go to Museum of Brisbane? Or shall I join the Story Bridge  climbers to climb up to the top of the Story Bridge?
Or shall I visit the Treasury Casino Hotel? Reading a book at the balcony table and eating the traditional English morning tea, to get the feeling of 1900 or inside the films of Agatha Christie; feeling like a noble in the early 20 century.
Or shall I go to the "River Bar and Kitchen" for brunch, sitting at the riverside eating roasted pork and drinking grapefruit Mojito.
I am walking while searching for the good food guide, I walk to a small lane, inside this lane is a small "brew cafe wine bar", I look at the menu the cocktail jugs and roasted chicken wings are selling in affordable price, I go in to have a drink.
I sit down and order my snacks and drink, my cell phone is ringing, it's my boss again, "Agatha, I need ten new songs for a group singers, they are willing to pay 1 millions US dollars for one CD. They want to be the best singing group in all the awards presentations. Please write songs now."
"I am very busy in classroom, shall I ring you up later, bye."
Before the snacks and drink deliver to my table, I have received my boss's message, he wrote "I will come to Brisbane on Wednesday morning."
I write a message to him, "I shall meet you at Blackbird Bar & Grill, at 5.30 p.m. They have live jazz band playing on Wednesday night."
While my fingers are busy holding the chicken wings, my boss send another message to me, "I shall meet you at Wendyfoodie at noon, they have Japanese food and your favorite matcha hot chocolate. See you there."
How to wandering in the city until 4 p.m.? I want to have a drink at the "Electric Avenue", it isn't a street, but a bistro.
(To Be Continued)

Standing at crossroads 2

It is 8 o'clock in the morning, after saying goodbye to a stranger, I went to the post office sending my scripts copy to the director. Film director Wong is my boss, he has many film jobs from the famous film stars in Asia. That is why he needs a lot of scripts.
After sending the scripts, I telephone him, "Hello Wong, it's Adams, Cyril Adams, I had all the scripts mailed to your film production company in this morning."
"I am in Shinjuku, filming, I'll check it from my wife, she is in Hong Kong. See ya."
Then I wish to take a walk in the city, but I do not want meet that woman in black. It is a sunny tropical city, she is wearing a black dress, with a pair of black sun glasses, looked a bit like Audrey Hepburn walking along the city street holding a cup of coffee, but not a loaf.
I get on a bus to South Bank, where my home is.
I don't know much about Hong Kong, because I am staying in Brisbane in the past decade.  I normally working at night and got up in the afternoon. Now I need another cup of coffee.
Getting off the bus, walking alone in the coastal path under the trees. I keep thinking of this woman in black dress, her cell phone rang while we were having breakfast, the man on the phone asked her, "Agatha, why studying Greek?"
And she answered, "I need to learn Greek folk music and dance. That helps me in my compositions."
The man said, "I thought you want to write Greek songs, we do not have singers can speak Greek.”
She looked like making up lies, I believe she was lying to that man. Who will come to Australia studying Greek?
Anyway, I look at my watch, it's only 10 o'clock in the morning, "The Gresham" opens at 4 in the afternoon, what should I do? Where can I buy a glass of spirits?
I should better go home to finish my sleep, afterwards going out for my spirits.
(To Be Continued)

Standing at the crossroads 1

My first day in Brisbane.
I was arrived in the early morning, 4 a.m., took an airport bus to my holiday house in the South Bank. I decided to stay in Brisbane for couple of months, and I am wondering how to spend my time.
After entering my house without unpacking anything, I'd sent a message to my assistance, "Jane, please post a message on my blog, saying that I went to Australia studying Greek. Thank You."
Then I'd got on a bus to the city, to find a place to eat, it is so early, but there are workers got up early, too.
I went into the Botero, a coffee shop, I bought a cup of "coffee of the day". And I am so happy to find from the map that Marchetti Cafe has croissant freshly baked at 7 a.m., so I walk with my Botero coffee to the Marchetti.
A handsome man approached me while I was walking on the street, he didn't recognize me, of course, I'd only had a concert ten years ago, then I become a composer. Who knew me?
He said to me, "Excuse me, I wish to know where is a restaurant that opened in this time?"
I said, "Come with me, there is one shall have freshly baked croissants."
It wasn't my practice to make friends on the road, so I didn't ask him anything, until we walked into Marchetti Cafe, I ask him, "What do you want to eat?"
(To Be Continued)

Without explanation (2) Fiction

Date and Time: 19 May 2017, 7.00 pm

Cyril and I meet at the Queen Victoria Market, because it’s getting chilly at night, we share a Gluehwein drink.

I say, "Alfred was killed by his half brother, the half brother's family is living under poverty, but he suddenly became very rich. Alfred told his half brother that his money came from his late mother. And his half brother wished him could contribute his living expense. But Alfred refused. "

Cyril asks me, "You didn't  mention you have a rich classmate. Going to public school was not the rich family's practice."

I say, "Alfred's mother was the owner of a restaurant."

We finished our drink, and it is getting cold so we decided to dine at Melbourne Central.

After come into the warmer indoor, we choose to eat Malaysian Curry Laksa.

I say, "Operating a restaurant could buy a house and an office building in South Yarra, I want to sell the house, using the money to operate a restaurant."

Cyril, "I thought you want to study Laws."

I say, "Okay, I will buy an apartment in Port Melbourne. Rent to the nobles."

Cyril, "Nobles will buy their own palace. Shift to live in South Yarra, and study hard."

I say, "I have to quit my sales job, if I'm going back to school, therefore I need to sell the house to pay for my living expense. Or I should study part-time only, then I can keep my job. And living in South Yarra house, no need to pay rent again."

I ask Cyril, again, "Do you want to drive to the Mt Dandenong again, we haven't been there since the bush fire."

"That restaurant we used to have lunch was not opened again. Why not having lunch at Dandenong Market."

While we are talking, a stranger sits down beside us, and starts talking, "Woo, Alfred Jones died only for a few days, his widow is having an love affair with another man."

I ask her, "Who are you?"

She says, "I am a business partner of your late husband."

I say, "Are you a lawyer?"

"No, I am a money lender. We can form a new team. He gave you a house and an office building, but no cash, it was because he could not recover his capital, which was a loan lent to a debtor. The debtor was dead. We normally bearing risk like that."

Cyril paid the bill and we ran away from the noodle shop.

I want to cry, and say to Cyril, "Alfred's money came from this illegal money lending crime. I forgot to ask her name, how can we tell the police about her?"

Cyril and I go to the police department and testifying what we knew about Alfred Jones.

Police found out Alfred's mother and grandfather were disappeared and no legacy or property was found.

Police has been investigating the illegal human organ transplantation in Melbourne, and trying to relate the reported missing persons; because they had told their relatives and friends about their debts before they went missing.

Recently, there are patients have been admitted to the hospital because of organ infected by bacteria after transplantation operations at other places, which may be related.

(End)

Without explanation (1) Fiction

Date &  Time : 19 May 2017, 3.00 pm

The telephone is ringing, I pick up the phone and say, "Hello, who is it?"

A woman answer, "Mrs. Jones, I'm Mary Smith, from the Jones Solicitors; I have to tell you a bad news, parts of Mr. Jones' body were found in the harbour. We believed the suspect was telling the truth. We saw this man came into our office on Monday morning;  and Mr. Jones went away with him, at night we received his phone call asking us of ransom. We could not find you, so we did not know what to do but reported to police. This morning police arrested this suspect and he told police about the murder and dismemberment, the limbs were thrown into harbour on Monday night. Anyway, can you come to office today, because tomorrow is Saturday, we are very busy in the morning."

I didn't marry Mr. Jones, he was my classmate in secondary school.

That is why I want to find out the truth.

I rush to the office, this is my first time visit, I tell the receptionist my name, she tells me to wait for Miss Smith in the sofa.

A while later, Mary comes, she leads me to the meeting room. While we sitting down she starts talking, "Mrs. Jones, according to Mr. Jones instructions on the 8th of May, he had signed, sealed and delivered all his wealth to you, your lawful name is Ms. Agatha Rose shall be the owner of all of Mr. Alfred Jones' wealth, including this law firm and this office building, a house in South Yarra at Victoria state."

I didn't know his home address, but he knew my home address in Hawthorn and my home phone number. I didn't contact him for many years, he went to London after finished Secondary school, and I went to university in Melbourne.

Curiosity drives me to look around "my" law firm and "my" office building, a three storey office building in South Yarra. In a walking distance I can reach the house, Alfred's previous home.

I have the door key of his house. When I opened the door, the inside surprised me, he bought the house for three years without living in this house. Everything inside just as if a new built house, the sticky plastic film are still attached on the glass windows, no furniture, no curtain, no electricity or water. The hot water system is not installed.

I go back to the office after inspecting his house.

I ask Mary, "Do you know where did Mr. Jones live?"

Mary says, "Upstairs, the top floor. Let me show you the way."

Following Mary walking up the stairs to the top floor; it is an apartment, a home for a single man.

I decided to let this law firm goes on its business, and I want to sell "his" South Yarra house.

After I reached home in Hawthorn, I telephone Cyril, but his line is busy, the receptionist says, "Would you like to leave a message to Mr. Adams?" After I told her my name, and then she hung up.

Cyril and I are boyfriend and girlfriend for decades, ever since pre-school.

My phone is ringing, it's Cyril on the phone, "Agatha, what's going on, you never telephone to my office."

"Do you remember Alfred Jones? My classmate. He was murdered, the body parts were found in the harbour, that were his. He had signed, sealed, and delivered all his wealth to me one week before he was killed."

"Did you kill him?"

"No, I didn't meet him ever since we were graduated from secondary school. I thought I have to marry you in order to be rich, but now I have a law firm and a house.

I want to study laws, I have a marketing degree, but there is not much I can do in Australia."

“Yes, I guess you wish to know more about this Alfred Jones and the murder case.”

Cyril knows me well.

(To Be Continued)