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This is a personal reflection tat could be boring to some..

It was a nasty one, tat’s the most appropriate word i could think of, a nasty incident tat i’ve learnt something out of it..

We usually have lotsa seminars, well seminar in this term aren’t much of the glamourous kind, as it’s pretty common tat we 20+ coursemates get together gather in a class and discuss on things.. *yawn* ok tat’s for the boring intro a lil’..

But, today’s seminar was pretty larger, we have written a final essay for the subject Man, Society and Environment, and our group wrote some shits on the dam thingy for the Three Gorges and Bakun dam. The purpose of the seminar is to present our paper and let another group to oppose it, giving constructive suggestion to improve on the paper – which i personally believe is a beautiful thing on how classes is conducted in Sweden – much more communication and interaction compared to Malaysia, well probably it’s due to the discipline of the course.. *double triple yawn*

The session b4 ours, turned out to be very much conflicting. The opposition’s suggestions were defended and not accepted by the authors. Not tat simple.. tears were involved..

“Did u go read thru my paper??”

“Then u shud have read wat u are asking!”

wow…

The author had the impression tat the opponents did not go thru their paper, and giving suggestions just for the sake of it. While the opponent did go thru it and had a hard time understanding the paper (which i do believe so), and trying to pinpoint some elements where they think could improve.

It boiled on, between the Swede gal and Jamaicy guy.. voice tone got pretty intensive, and Jamaicy has his trademark aggresive style of speech (which i sometimes do adore, and did actually get my share of it while i was presenting few weeks back and took it as a learning process) to a level where it was getting pretty personal, and clearly getting out of control, being pretty sacarstic..

“Wat do u mean by saying tat?? I’m here to help improve ur paper and give reflection as a reader who could be stupid and reading ur essay and trying to understand it, i dun deserve ur response.. i’m here with all my heart to study, and do not deserve to be put up against u saying things like this to me..”

By this stage, eyes was pretty teary, and every1 in the room is really feeling it.. till the chairman interuptted, and place some order..

He finally did apologize..

“I wanna sincerely say sorry to u.. i felt being attacked by the questions as on a personal note, it was kinda targetted at me..”

When questions were opened to the floor, most of us made comments on different background and education style, to take criticsm as a process, not to rebel and try to listen to wat other’s say even though it might trigger some nerves and question ur work. And on the other hand, those tat criticizes to do it in a polite and humble way, to not use too much stern and aggressive languages as it might cause misunderstanding and sorts tat triggers..

Personally i felt for her, not in a pity way, but when some1 confess with such sincereness in front of a class, u kinda reflect to urself, on the purpose of my existence here.. so far away from home, with no family and frens around at 1st, trying to work a way thru, going thru days which could be pretty empty and trying to dig the positives out of it, meeting nice ppl and solve the emptiness for a while and then evaporate again, it’s not all about fun wat some might think of being in a foreign country.. it could be pretty horifying after all, but i’m glad.. tat i’ve settled in pretty well and have some (could be just 1 or 2 only, but anyways..) good ppl around me, tat i appreciate a lot.. tat i can put my trust in, it wasnt easy to find at all, and i’m glad to have met them..

And so it’s a birthday, a damn belated birthday celebration, well probably just another lame excuse to hang out after being thru extreme boring period of classes, assignments, papers, seminars, workshops..

The belated birdie boy with his love.. wat a poser, he’s been really sweet tat night, and i felt it in my spine (more of this will come soon)

oh and another genuine statement: He’s got the sweetest apartment eva~! Hmm, especially the bedroom, it just makes u wanna strip and erm.. walk around 3 rounds and wear it all back, u know wat i mean.. guess there’s where all his amazement takes place.. i’ll respect his privacy and not post it up here, sorry bout tat.

I’ve gotta say, Swedes love to have fun, they can really drink and get really REALLY SPLIT PERSONALITY tat would never eva be seen in class. And u’ll never imagine they could actually be so after say.. 8 cans?

And they start to grab each other and do swing dancing, and start falling around.. and soon after lay on the floor and do sit up 10 times, totally spontaneous and voluntary.

And then pose a little bit more.. doing the ultraman pose:

Not a bad try for someone who might not have seen Ultraman before (i’m assuming, will clarify this soon), but there are good rooms for improvements..

And after all of this, they eventually do the human nature..

wonder wat’s beneath all the smokey oh smokes?

find a spot by the road side, behind any McDonald’s, unzip, take it out, bearing the chill wind blow and coldness, and release it..putting out the fire melting the ground..

For those interested in some walkthrough of the conversation:

I’m gonna.. As soon as, i .. i .. i .. i .. i .. loose my trousers, i’m gonna kill u.. u know tat?! and tat’s the last (drop)

He then caught me and pee-ed on my camera, damn acidic, short-circuited the rest of the clip..

Oh food, it’s always like the thing tat always come to mind. Sometimes i even think of it 1 week b4 on the food i’m gonna eat for the whole next week. Well don’t blame me, it’s not like u can get “good + cheap” or even more so of “cheap + filling” food, either one of the formula don’t seem to work in Uppsala.

And when we were asked to do a report, on Life Cycle Assessment of any product or process, of course i’ll take the opportunity to look into something tat has been on my top consumption pyramid – SALMON~ apart from rice and spaghetti, and contending side by side with chicken breasts.

How can we not like salmon, apart from it being overly-fishery-smelly sometimes, when marinated on their soft tender flesh, gently go all over their meat with ur bare hands and treated with much love during the preparing and cooking process, u ought to love them..

And they are easy to prepare, marinate it a lil with watever u have and steam it along with the rice and u’ll get something like this as a pretty complete meal, apart from no alcohol..

I’ve kinda “invented” another self-recipe, believe me it’s pretty cheesy looking and it’s the simplest way to be satisfied, i’ll just keep it till the next Salmon Conference of Deliciousness b4 revealing it..

Getting to know wat actually goes in to my stomach was never much of a concern for me. Frankly, even until now.. as long as it’s clean (well at least on wat is in my control). You go down the food chain and might be terrified to know tat wat we are eating is actually the same shit thing.

A pretty recent fact tat came to me on our food consumption is tat, if we look deep back into our food chain, it eventually starts with corn. Yes u got me – our dear o’jagung! I have no prob at all with corn, i feel for them ever since i can remember salted pop corns, but when u hear more on Micheal Pollon and what he has in his book – The Omnivore’s Dilemma, u’ll be pretty bored tat after all these while, all the stuffs u swallow are from – CORN.

Anyway, back to salmon. They farm salmon and 1 thing tat caught me is tat, the farmed salmon are more aggressive, sexually. This is due to the feed tat they give the farm salmon. There seems to be quite some issue on it, on the farmed salmon being leaked to the wild and mate all the female salmon in the sea and eventually depleting the wild salmon populations. But it sounded fine to me as long as salmon babies (be it wild or farm-to-wild) numbers are keeping up or at least sustainable.

And pls dun tell me not to eat salmon, unless, there’s a way to get unlimited anchovies aka ikan bilis!!

Picture taken in Flogsta room 3:612, made possible only thanks to pa for the ever reliability..

For the 1st time tat i can remember again, i walk out of CEMUS on a Friday night, 10pm (2200 the way the Vikings use), and goodness gracious! Flakes of snow floating down. And i won’t make it sound too damn childish here the way i acted tat night, well i was alone so i guess i didn’t care. Can only remember a lot of “woohHOoo~!”s, “Damnit!”s, and “Hoh shit..”s. And the next thing, i opened my mouth and licked tasted snow, it was salty, nope sweet plain.. well it depends on how u want it to be i guess..

The whole place is so cute now, it’s like a smurf land. Where everything is covered in white toppings.. including red lil’ ridey..

She was wearing her new natural gown looking all sexy..

Even more so when i woke up the next day..

hope she won’t freeze too much.. Well, guess it won’t be that easy, her chain got off her boobs, probably due to the coldness and it shrunk. And required some manly power to fit it up her front breast. And it was a slippery slappery sloppery ride from now onwards..

See the scratch marks on the road?? I made it!!!! Hah! Nah.. if i did i’ll not be here typing all these out, but trust me for once, it really is very very very slippery sleepy to bike, 1 cuz it’s slippery, 1 cuz u gotta bike so slow motion tortoise version tat it could be pretty sleepy..

Initial D the Viking version on her making~!

And so, i have moved to a new room, yes again! Anyway lets not start bitch about the room thingy cuz there’s nothing much to bitch about.. lets take a moment and few good.. few cool.. and get cold..

woke up at 11.59am today. C’mon gimme a break i slept only 3 hours during shifting yest. Anyway, again let’s not slut about this.. let’s now bitch tat.. it has started to SNOW!! Sweet Viking Snow~! wooHOo~! @^%!$^%@$@! oh yes a look out the window and a piece of white fair sandy snow covering the fields, the roof, the bike sits..

A little passage to the supermarket which takes 5 times longer because i can’t resist stopping to just look around:

Pls pls allow me to do this, the clouds seems to make it so damn mushy:

Ah crap i dunno how to make it sound more sexy.. oh and during this period, i’ll be my best to always warm up lil’ red ridey, so tat she can perform and withstand the coldness, and feel my heat, keeping her hot and comfy throughout this icey time..

Ain’t she sexy.. i’ll always say this.. well at least until she haven’t cuz me to break my leg..