Where to where how........?

Just called up the nice lady from KKM. Again.

For like, the tenth thousand time.

Letter has finally reached KKM. Dated 2/8/10.

That's a whole friggin 2 month and a few god damn days after completing my HOship.

Not even snailmail would take that long. Not if they hired a paraplegic drunken senile garden snail the size of a bacteria's turd to carrier my letter personally strapped to its shell to Putrajaya while all the way performing Shakira's Waka Waka backwards.

So yeah.

Letter signed, sealed, now finally delivered. I'm yours!! Like, finally?

All it takes now is for the board to sit down.

I can so imagine them folding my request form into a paper plane and then gleefully tossing it like a prepube school prick at a giant map of Malaysia seeing where it lands to determine where they'd be couriering my sorry ass to.

' Kalimantan!!' Fuck.

Oh wait. Abit too far South. Let's try again.

' Pontianak!' Ah........fuck 2.0.

Wait. Is Pontianak considered Malaysia?

I don't bloody know anymore. Never been a big fan of geography. Never been able to get Sabah and Sarawak right in terms of who's north and who's south. Er...wait. Who does Kinabalu belong to...?

I'm so gonna die if I get East Malaysia.

The only thing I'm familiar with across the South China Sea would be Kenny Sia.

And you know, it's a bad, bad sign if the only thing you're familiar with in a foreign land is a big hairy Cina man.

Be afraid. Be very, very afraid.


Keeping fingers cross, tied, knotted.

I don't wana leave.

I don't wana leave without you.

You know I can't do without you.



Damn it.

Here's hoping.