When I tell my friends I'm going to Lahad Datu, they all pity me because it's so far. Not their fault though, I do actually feel sorry for myself. I do feel a tiny bit (okay, a lot) cast away, far far away.
But duty calls. Whatever.
And they always tell me "maybe you'll find your jodoh there."
Like really, everyone is saying that. Like that's the only compensation I can and should get for being cast away so so far away. Haha.
I guess it's true. I hope so. I do want to meet you. I can't wait to meet you. I want to have dinner with you. I also have work to do, but I can't wait to meet you.
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On another note. I'll write about my 29th birthday later.

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