I am sorry I could not bring you this blog any sooner due to the unavailability of Internet here in Malaysia. But after hooking up with a Malay chick, I finally convinced her to give me an Internet connection for free.

After two years and a half years in Australia, I am finally returning to my home country, Malaysia courtesy of MYM. Well, my main purpose here is to cover the biggest DotA tournament in history, the SMM Grand Finals. Therefore, I am very excited to be here and have a chance to meet all the greatest players and more importantly, my family and friends that I left to pursue my studies a few years back.

In case you are wondering why I have this title on is because these are the few words were fiddling through my mind over the last twelve hours. Instead of just packing my bag and leave my pet koala to die from hunger, I was forced to move out of my house since I will not be paying the rent for the next four months.

For anyone who does not know me or has not worked with me before, the average sleeping hours for ReiN is three to four hours per day. This is actually a sad fact for myself because apparently when I want born into the world, God decided to decode and encode my DNA several times to make sure I wake up at exactly 8 A.M every morning no matter how late I sleep.

So there I was, after three hours of sleep, dead tired and totally stressed out because I needed to rush on Koala's and Cybertime's pre-interviews while being spammed by 20 noobs on MSN. This is a note to all the annoying people, do NOT nudge me while I'm busy because every time my screen vibrates, a baby got eaten.

While completing my work on the computer, I called up the homeless support line and thankfully, they sent a homeless guy to help shift all my stuffs into my housemate's room. After it was all done, I gladly paid the guy a sandwich and judging from the grin on his face, I am pretty sure I will not be seeing my Xbox ever again.

However, let's put that all aside. I love to donate especially when it is to save somebody's girlfriend.

Here's a picture

So I was pretty excited to be on the plane again. The trip was my second time on an airplane and I got so extremely hyper about it that I arrived in the airport five hours early. After all the procedures were done, I quickly realized that I have basically nothing to do for the next four hours. Being really smart, I sat down on one of the benches provided and planned to stalk the next hot girl that walks past me. Sorry to break this to you Australia, my ass was pretty from the long sit.

Four dreadful hours later, it was about time to board the plane. All was good during boarding but when the plane started to accelerate, the one-year old beside me started crying like crazy. I really would not mind if he cried during the take off due to the inertia and stuff but the little abomination went on to scream into my ears for three straight hours. I gathered all my strength and might to keep a level head so that I don't twist his neck. After half the cabin is filled in crocodile tears, the son of Lucifer finally ran out of mana and went back to base. The cabin is finally at peace.

RAGEEEEE!

By the time the baby went away from keyboard, it was already dinner time and boy, I have to say Malaysia Airlines serve some really good food. The only thing I want to rant about this is after I finished up my dinner, this Chinese stewardess (forgot her name) was walking around handing out ice-cream to the fortunate kids that were on the plane. By the time she reached beside me, she paused and stood there as stiff as my penis because she was confused whether she should give me an ice-cream. I politely gave her the "I have a bomb on board" look and she quickly walked away.

All in all, my flight to Malaysia is pretty bad but despite all the challenges I faced, the look on my younger brother face when he first saw me, priceless. That or Malaysia is swarmed by heaps of Asian girls.

Now let's get ready for SMM. Tune in to my next blog as I get trampled by a horse.