When I was in UK, I thought of sending postcards back to my parents back in Malaysia. Wanna show that I’m such a good son mah. =)

These are the postcards I sent, and they took about 2 weeks to reach.

A random one from London.

Disneyland postcard from Disneyland Paris.

Paris postcard from Champs Elysées.

Anyway, there’s an interesting conversation based these postcards, thanks to my “creative” friends. So here’s the story.

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I was having lunch with my friends and a few of them started talking.

Jonathan: Hey Ken, why not you do something more constructive?
Carly: Hey Jonathan no, the right word should be “productive”.

Michael: Yeah, go out and do something more productive!
Ken: I want to go to the post office across the road to send some postcards.
Michael: You wanna send postcards?
Ken: Yeah, send postcards!
Michael: So, that’s how you guys say “it”! Send postcards!

I stared at him dumbfounded.

Michael: So how many postcards are you sending?
Ken: Three.

Michael: Only threeeeee?
Ken: Then what… what do you expect me to say? A million postcards!? O.o

Michael: If you’re only sending three postcards, chances of them reaching the intended recipient will be low! But if you’re sending a million postcards, one will definitely reach!
Ken: …

Michael: Do you need envelopes? It’ll be MUCH safer.
Ken: I don’t need envelopes since they’re just postcards.
Michael: Yeah, I get it. It’ll be much convenient since you don’t have to buy the “envelopes”! Saves money too.

Oh my, a simple sending-postcards intention has turned into some, “perverted” discussion! Something like this…

Then I went to the washroom, to water the toilet bowl and I went back to the table.

Michael: So Ken, did you send any emails in the toilet?
Ken: No, I deleted some junks and spam emails.
Carly: Wah, like that also can filter?
Ken: Oh yeah, the postcards are in the draft section! Waiting to be sent!

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See my friends. They are so perverted!