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And so it was the last Swedish class for the semester. Didn’t expect it to leave such a hanging feeling of missing it. It’s been a nice weekly routine on every Wednesday since the end of January, and Wednesdays evenings from now onwards, will be horny lonely..

Monika has been wonderful, filled with loads of motherly patiences and u can always feel tat she wants to teach for true, walking around the class all the time looking for u to question her. Brought much laughters and excitement to the class and occasionally, really does SCARE us! Remember the time when she was differentiating between shouting, yelling and screaming.. really shocked my balls then.

Really hopeful tat she will still be our teacher after summer and i can snap more of her pictures, and eat more of her muffins! (oh c’mon no bad thoughts plssss)

Wopps, too excited and walloped the muffin b4 snapping this pic.

Class ended earlier than usual and the class decided to have a drink together gather b4 each of us go for our summer break. It was only our 2nd time but we really do need it! Followed our bike ‘leader’ of the moment – Antonia, and did the long journey doing some city “sight seeing” b4 reaching our planned meeting place.

Waited for a couple of minutes to get a table for all of us. A nicely setup restaurant beside the river, and on a setting sun. Wat’s more, the name of the restaurant – SPICE Market & Lounge. Do Swedes really dare to know wat’s really called spicy?!

They never look so serious in Swedish class but look how serious they could be when it comes to food.

Sergio using Swedish to hit on and flirt on the waitress, and he did so very well, the waitress understood him. From tat moment, we kinda pledge to do only svenska to the waitress. I cheated, i confess.. just followed Fernanda’s order and adding an “ocksÃ¥” behind, which means “also”. Nervous okay?!

Been here for almost 10 months now and it’s my 1st time in such a lovely restaurant, beside the river, on such lovely weather. How can u not be turned on and learn more Swedish?!

Oh and of course with such lovely set up, we just eat and consume the food without paying much attention to personal aesthetics! :)

After that, tried using Swedish to ask the waitress to take our group picture, succeeded!! Well, there’s something called body language and pointing and sign languages..

We will surely have more chance to have pictures like this – it’s a must! There are representative from almost each continent of the globe here! Pls don’t mind the quality of the picture, i might have screw up my Swedish and the waitress thought we wanted a shaky blurry picture maybe?!

Can’t wait to resume SFI on August. Till then, practice? practice with who ohhh? Pa? Ma? can ar?

Been ages sinced kena tagged, %$@#!$@#%$!@@! SimpleAlex, making it NOT simple at all this taggie.

1. Link to your tagger and post these rules.
2. List eight (8) random facts about yourself.
3. Tag eight people at the end of this post and list their names. Sorry for disobeying this rule, well rules are meant to be broken.
4. Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving them a comment on their blogs. Hmm, i censored 2 out of 4 rules, and thus i strongly believe tat i am only eligible to do 4 out of the 8 random facts..

KuKuJian Fact #1
I pee and filled a 2 liters empty water bottle full in the backseat of a bus in South Korea.

KuKuJian Fact #2
I didn’t wear underwear until i was 14 years old aka Form 2.

KuKuJian Fact #3
The 1st time i masturbated was when i was reading History aka Sejarah in Form 1, got excited possibly on Majapahit?! Either tat or Parameswara.

KuKuJian Fact #4
I pee on my bed even though i’m 25 years old and i’m not extremely shy to tell, for watever reason.

Not too fond of tagging others, yet there is this personal “hint” from TZ tat he might be interested to share his “facts”. Any1 who wants to share their ‘facts’, pls be my sweet guest and drop me a comment after u did urs.. self-triggered urge is always the most genuine and original..

There’s always a warm fuzzy feeling when u see Malaysian artistes anywhere, any media. Especially when my little ass ain’t back home, and the temperature is still freakingly freezing in a supposedly warmer celcius. And then, came across yeeleng’s blog and got my heart pumping warm and hard, a nice and warm sensation just trigger up damn good feeling goosebumps.

It’s a sweet effort by Malaysian artistes under the MAFU project, getting together, collaborating and producing a song which makes “Negaraku” sounds even more dull and boring normal. May u be Malaysian or not, it doesn’t matter, this song is about peace, unity and love, multi races under 1 roof – and u can easily relate to it. Without further crappingness, let the song wash u all mushy.. cutely entitled: Here In My Home..

Sweet and simple, yet so much hope and message underneath it. “No matter where i roam, this is home sweet home”. It’s stuff like this tat makes u feel good bout ur country. And feel proud of it, ahh.. I’m gonna dream about home now.. also on the ikan bilis and the pisangs..

So my only “social” thingy is some little salsa dancing. Why did i started it in the 1st place? Cuz i know i won’t be going to the gym, not gonna be working out building any muscle – it’s just gonna take up too much time with the MACHINES. Some day in September 2007, came across this red hot spicy (as in red la, nothing porno or sexy) salsa flyer, and with a name with a STUDIO in it, tot to myself, why not give it a shot..

Ever since tat, been to a salsa fest, classes and practices, and got to know some good gay friends.. From the start, wanted to try relax and learn something for once, not being too serious and also not too slumber over it, to try and take it easy.. But eventually realized tat when u kinda like something, it just feels much better – no matter how much u suck and look stupidly silly in it. The instructors are really making it easier for us, here.. they are doing a threesome, yes i repeat, the instructors are really doing a threesome.

The instructions in the class are now in Swedish, and i’m still a giant far cry away from speaking and listening to conversational Swedish, it’s a challenge to be even in the class. Though lost in translation, do see it as an extra urge and motivation to get my Swedish right, and while doing so, appreciating the amazement of body languages. Once we were told, the actual words only count 5% of total communication, and i could rectify tat, i could still follow the class.. just missing out some of the jokes tat were made (Gustav and Maria are both super cool and hilariously funny ppl).

The sweet part on the Cuban style salsa is tat it’s unrestricted, freedom to mess around, and i don’t mean fooling around, just tat there ain’t any line and strictness in the L.A aka line style salsa.. we just roam around and spin around and sweep any ground on the floor. And while so, i’ve picked up a couple of Spanish phrases as well:

1. sombrero – which means “hat”
2. setenta – “seventy”
3. tocala - “you touch it” (the “it” here is never the “it” tat u always have in mind)

and the very common and the move tat i always do when i dunno wat to do..

4. enchufa, which means, “it plugs in” (“it” again, and this time plugging it in?! where la?!)

There are many others which if i could recall, translates to some weird horny actions. Anyway, in the recent StudioK graduation party, few of us in the class gotta do “it” for the 1st time in front of some little spectators. Being the 1st time, another virginity is lost and u can feel the difference of every tensed one dancing in the rueda, which is the “rolls” if i translate directly – which happens to be the dancing circle where we randomly do “it” with every other member of the circle. I was for sure pretty “stoned” and unashamed to admit it.

Apologize for the quality of the video, it’s intentional so u can’t see clearly where and when i screw up. Ok, yes, i was nervous.. and, is the guy i was talking to in the end, somewhat delicious?

Valborg is 1 of the largest annual event in Uppsala, and it surely was a damn wet one. And so it’s the day that the 3 Monks & the UnBitchy Witch Raft was put to float and raft on Uppsala’s brownie river.

Prior to entering the river, we had loadsa time, as we were, the last one. Thanks to our last minute participation submissions. And with so much time to burn, we decided to do some MONKey prayers.

Cool monk or KKK? While we were filling out our water holy balloons, an actual nun came across me and did a prayer gesture to me. I WAS BLOODY STUNT. I can’t do the prayers gesture back to her as i’m.. just in a costume, a damn convincingly real one i reckon. Wat u think? here, holding our holy paddle..

Part of our ‘ceremony’ prior to burning the witch is the MONKey drinking tea session.

And then we were ready to rock the raft, into the river. Was anxious whether we would sink as we were relatively outnumbered considering our raft size. But when we got the strides going (which was really tiring as were paddling against the tides and wind), we were into a MONKey water fight, with the aeroplane raft in front of us.

And yes, tat’s the 1st waterfall. And damn with didn’t sink! $%@!@$#%!$#@! ha! Really wanted to sink to be frank, cuz i was wearing balls tight wet suit and was freaking warm inside, and also i wanted to pee.

Ok, i admit, there a tennis ball in there, else it’s damn airport flat. And this is just for the sake of taking this picture, it did hurt and would be fucking insane to put a tennis ball in an already super tight suit.

Some did fall, some did got wet, and i think this is fun.. too bad, the other monks and witch onboard the raft didn’t think so. I did a quick attempt to push them off the raft and they gave me a fuck.. Ok then.. play safe, keep dry, let’s be boring..

After the 1st waterfall, we got stucked, some rocky parts of the riverbed is pretty shallow but we casted the floatation spell and got released. The 2nd waterfall is next and i really wanted to fall this time..

What do you think? Did i sabotage and screw it up so tat we could sink? Think before clicking the video, see how much u understand me..

As u can see, we made it, again! $%@%$!#$@!@! if u look closer, i tried to push the witch in the water again, but but.. u know.. got screwed again. Hmm.. no hard feelings though, every1 got different perspective of fun and thrills.. :) Wish they did push me in the water though.

Proceeded to wash up, and got injected with some culture shock. Everyone bathes in front of everyone, as in guys la. Saw some really huge and long penis, fair and cleanly shaved. Well.. when it was my turn to uncover and bath, i just did it fast, and it was pretty fun.. and i didn’t feel really that embarrassed.

I confess, did touch touch my lil’ bro a bit to make him look a bit more “macho” rather than the sleepy cold shrunk mode.