
16 August 2007, the day KuKu make his way to the land of the Nordics, where the Vikings used to rule and dominate the chicks this part of the world.
Last day in Malaysia was both weird and rush. I had to leave it till the last day to get my hair cut. But when this was on the dining table, i was touched. Touched right there.

It could be a long long time tat i’ll lay tougue on those food again.
The checking in was tricky, the lugguage was 35kg when we weighted it at home. I was allowed 30kg. And crap they asked us to remove some stuffs. As an extra 1kg is SEK154, tat’s like RM80! We did remove the rice, oyster sauce, sardine & washing powder and re-weight. But pa’s the coolest, we eventually got the rice & sardine back in the luggage. He has his way, and i shall just play my part in talking and distracting the counter guy.
Flying off in KLIA is the hardest part, usually we go there to fly to travel and holiday but to farewell, it sounded really too virgin for me, i’ve always send ppl off, but for being sent off, i didn’t know how to expect it. And when u have monkeys like this coming all the way just to meet u for some cam whoring for tat few minutes, i got touched. Touched right in there.

U guys almost made me wet, erm.. u know where. Almost, almost, it was close.
And so the lonely journey started, I was nervous, and cold, not the aircon but the feeling of being lonely is cold. No one tat i know is with me, no one tat i know is there to meet me, it’s a weird feeling.
I was quite, i really was. Probably down and dunno how to react. But for sure it’s the feeling of leaving. Finally i got wet, when i was alone, something else triggered it more but it was under control.
Reaching Arlanda International Airport at 650am, it’s too early. I got my 1st glimpse of IKEA senses right on the 1st footstep in. It’s so IKEA. And when i got into the taxi to the student nation’s building, waited till 11am for their office to open to register as a member to be eligible for rooms, i was so wrong - Opps Salah. There were no rooms.
The previous email liasing with the Student nation, who gave me good senses and security tat there are ample rooms upon arrival, was so wrong. Blame it on me, for trusting and believing so much without certainty & confirmation.
I was screwed, no place to stay for the night, and potentially many many nights to come. It was 3pm, and on a friday. Not much time left to do anything. I pee on my pants. Until i met Jan, in a lab while finding for last minute accommodation. He was so friendly, made me feel very calm with his words - he has a room.
The journey on his bike was scary, seated on the back seat of a gearless, quite authentic big bike similar to those tat grandma uses to rubber tap those days. I trusted my life on him while going up slop and sliding down the road. I burst my left ball for the hard banging and snapped my right middle finger holding on to the seat. Eventually got settled and boy, it was such a nice apartment.
At least i’ve got somewhere to cover myself temporary.
And i’ve got my 1st blood of Swedish juice, it’s Testis juice.

I’m starting to love this place.
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