Shiok'd

So I didn't get a Javanese; I got a Tui Na, or something to that effect, instead.

And I'm feeling oh-so-shiok all over now. Well, at least eighty percent of me does.

For that kind of price I had only to pay, I have absolutely no complaint.


I have recently heard of the story of an unlikely hero who stood up for me in Kota Kinabalu.

Mr Parkinson, I may not have had much fondness for you in my last few days - and I sincerely believed the feeling to be mutual as well - but I absolutely appreciate you remembered me. Or rather, the absence of me.

Thank you, from the bottomest of my humble heart.