As I left my Kuantan home, my father asked me, "Do you have any expectations?"
I was perplexed. Stunned.
"Expectations. Do you have them?"
"What kind of expectations(and why the fuck are you using 'expectations' in a sentence)?"
"You know, you wanted to work in a foreign country and all that, last time. Any of those expectations?"
"Nope. No expectations at all."
And here there was a pause, as if my father was about to tell me to go to a house where an old lady lived, and for me to play with a girl. Where all the clocks stopped at a particular time. And rotting wedding cakes lie untouched for 30 years.
But none came. And I went back to KL.
Thus ends my Great Expectations.