Of creating a sanctuary--in an airplane fuselage.

I'm sorry, dear bestie.

I was supposed to put into words what I call the foundations of our mutual dream over here in this blog--but the perfectionist I am never seems to be able to get the words out right.

That, and the fact that I'm still struggling to get myself a job. Just applied for the post of executive secretary/ liaison at the Sarawak chapter of the MATTA Secretariat. Please pray that this'll be it.

So here's what needs to be done. We need to meet up one day and discuss this. That's the only way we would ever get it hatched. With life revolving around the needs of a single person, and the mounting pressure from the parents to get a steady job, I'm in total shambles.

I need you here, man. We need good bro time.

Missing you terribly.