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And so the new semester has just started. Getting back to life in Uppsala, continuing checking swedish guys ppl out.. classes resumed this week, some other courses starts on the 1st of September. Whichever it is, students being newbies or oldbies, are flocking back hard on the city.. and i suddenly feel tat the ‘humanly views’ here are getting much nicer.

It gave me good and somehow, weird reminiscing of my 1st time here almost exactly 1 year ago. I totally understand the feeling of those tat just arrived. Was walking to V-Dala student nation to be their member. On the way, 2 Bangladeshi, pulling their trolley luggage, approached me. Offered a handshake and said tat, it’s their 1st day in Uppsala and they need to find a place to stay, asking for some suggestions. They even tried the hotels and youth hostels yet it’s the week of many conventions, even the hotels are out of places. I totally felt for them yet there’s nothing much i could do. I really felt for them, it was me, the same time last year. So pls, really believe it when the university prospectus says that: “Make sure u have accommodation pre-arranged prior to coming to Uppsala, else choose not to come” – pls pls, good uppsala bounded ppl, take this seriously. Cuz Uppsala city ain’t like Bangkok’s Suvarnabhumi Airport, where u have the comfort of sleeping on nice broad couches, and steal their lounge’s wireless internet access.

And so, now i’m a V-Dalaian. They made me feel belonged when i’m in the nation’s building. Could even try out working a little for the fun and experience of it, will see how it goes. Yet, i still feel pretty upset to leave Snerikes, though i wasn’t active with them apart from a few hops to their pub, i’ve gotta secure my room with V-Dala. And pls don’t remind me on my torrid 1st day in Uppsala last year, in regards to the “promised” accommodation.

U can easily tell who are new when u reach a junction, and ppl will take out maps, looking hard and focus, then lifting their head up, scratch their brains a bit, lick their lips a bit, and continue to wat they hope is the right direction. It’s nice to see new ppl in new places being confusingly happy and happily independent. I’ve been through tat and it’s a nice little process of getting to know Uppsala.

Anyway, 1st week back here almost coming to another weekend. 1st week of class is pretty motivated (as usual la, but the flame will eventually start to fade i’m sure :p), applied for my swedish residence permit extension, switched student nation, caught up with some SFI friends, stocked up my underwear supply, and most importantly extended the contract of my little room. And i do mean my sweet warm little room.

I missed sleeping here, it makes me feel roomly.. Just this time around, there is another major increase of influx in Indians, Pakistani and Bangladeshi in this corridor. Well, now we call this place “Little India”.

Things are getting pretty settled now, though the wind has been pretty crazy these few days. Ah, and i bought a tray of 30 eggs today, and i would very willingly wanna share my eggs.

ps: Those without a room in Uppsala yet, this blog post has no intentional wat so ever to make u feel even more shittier.

ps2: I’ve finally met a fellow Malaysian in Uppsala after wat, more than 1 year! Penang mari, got asam laksa smell and FKT look.

Ahh.. and so it will be nights in cold and dry air again.. dragging myself around, pushing my little body to counter the jetlag, and adapt to the timezone of -6 hours difference as of Malaysia. Somehow, departure from KLIA was harder than the previous year. I confess, i admit, after 8 weeks of summer break, it was extremely hard to leave home.

Last year, it was fresh. Lotsa anticipation and looking forward, or maybe i was 1 year younger and thus braver. Then, i was still a viking virgin and the adrenaline was filled with rushing excitements. However, yesterday’s departure brought me highly resisted and held back tears. Hugs for pa and ma triggered something deep inside my body tat just wants to make me wet on my balls, eye balls.. and while i turn my back and walk towards the descending escalator towards the passport controls, just couldn’t contain it much more..

These passed few weeks, really felt the bond with pa and ma.. well, being the only child, one could only say tat it’s even more predictably so. I’ll agree to this with more intensity – this time around the bond was really really much stronger. And then there are buddies, new and old frens tat made my short stay back home such sweet and memorable one.

A glimpse of some good flashback.. a small little token of appreciation of the time with u all..

And now, i shall put aside the unpacking and unloading, crawl up and tug into my little bed in Döbelnsgatan 2C. God natt, sov gott.. wishing all of u, wherever u are, good times and happy moments with well health.. :)

Sometimes, human beings just gotta screw up the environment a little bit more, to lay back, and enjoy views and moments tat amazes and triggers sensation to our nerves.. and fire really does work..

Though the annual Malaysia International Fireworks Competition has an official website tat really doesn’t reflect the beauty of fireworks, it doesn’t really matter as the main thing is, well.. the fireworks..

We opted to the lake side view, entrance via Cyberjaya, trying to avoid the congestion and yes, it was a good call.. easily got a spot by the lake and every1 was there with their dSLRs, setting up tripods and waiting.. and since i’ve yet to be on the dSLR bandwagon, little yellow tripodey and CoCo SUXI was all tat accompanied me throughout this sweet little night..

As half of the gang is dSLR equipped, i had an initial idea of not competing with the big guns of nic‘s, JK‘s, and yong‘s.. even sweet oh Henny is cum video cam whoring the moments. I surrender and thus had a differed mission – trying to have more humanistic shots..

I admit i failed.. Gotta say tat it ain’t easy doing it from behind, especially when it’s dark murky. Yet, how sweet it is to watch fireworks by the lake side with the ones tat u love.. these are the moments where babies are born life is actually so beautiful..

And then there are moments where u see red hairy balls burning in the sky..

And then it turns into a duo blue greenish hairy balls to durianize the sky..

The whole setup gave a different mood to the Singapore National Day Rehearsal Fireworks couple of weeks back, tat’s when we are nearer to the ejaculation spot and even felt the fire-sperms dripping all over our face and body..

Honestly, it’s a safer play to be further from the shooting points, to have a more holistic view and the reflection upon the lake, gives a very very calming effect..

And for what it’s worth (yes it’s this phrase again), it’s pictures like this tat really puts a smile on ur face and makes sleep sweeter.. knowing tat these are frens tat u wanna have for the rest of ur life..

Seri Saujana Bridge in Putrajaya being our companion for the night, shining glamorously from a distance..

Summer holidays is really coming to an end, it’s not a good feeling to bear now.. when the curtain closes and when i board the flight tmr bound Stockholm, my little heart will miss a lot tat had happened these passed few weeks. It just swept by so damn fast.. though regretful of not doing some planned stuffs, there were also misses of not meeting up with some frens, and some lack of time spent with good old buddies, well.. it could not always be how we wanted.. but above all, u, u.. and yes u, take good care of yourself and put a little smile on ur face.. i will put one on mine now.. :)

As the weekend unfolds in the historical city of Malacca (yes again!), this time around, there were more sweat and liquid involved, with cozy homely family feel with a great and unexpected night out to some nice spots tat have been only previously heard about.

Consuming local tropical fruits is always a pleasure within the appropriate dosage, yet wat it was like behind the scenes of obtaining it, really made me wet. Mr. Woo started the day by chopping the hell out of the sticks of the rambutan trees.

It looked cool, well for the moment, but the we were pretty much cursing deep inside, for the wetness tat it had caused pa, tat and me – plucking rambutan ain’t tat easy a task.

Sacking up the rambutan was a process, but getting it back is one hell of another. Thanks to our underestimation of the quantity tat we were fooling with – well there were only 2 rambutan trees, and bringing 6 empty sacks was way over our anticipation. It turns out, having chopped down the branches, we gotta collect it all up, as leaving red hairy balls on the ground is actually quite obscene.
And thus, we have a car loaded with red hairy balls.

It was a big sacrifice as ants were all over tat’s CRV, but again, when is the next time u have a loaded butt with red hairy balls?!

And when the red hairy balls are unloaded, everyone party around the balls and mess around with them..

But for all that it’s worth, we have red hairy juicy balls to lick chew on. Well, i got sick of the red ones and opted for the white smooth oily ones..

These were one of the better chicken rice balls i’ve swallowed for a long long time.. And since we are in the topic of food, a little saliva triggering reminiscing for my last summer holiday weekend back here. Though there was a below par food taste and overpricing in Famosa Chicken Rice Ball Restaurant, which is one of the worst i’ve tasted, heavily unrecommended and way too commercialized – try staying away from consuming theirs as there are much much better and worth ones out there..

we then gave justice to our taste buds with some dipping boiling finger licking satay celup in Ban Lee Siang..

Ma and my all time favorite cockles aka sea hams. Preferred it not too raw and i’m shy to share how many sticks of juicy little meats i’ve consumed..

Very satisfied.. and i mean, very very satisfied..

Then managed to stroll around night in Malacca a little bit more. Being with a Malaccan local, who is younger (ahem), and more happening (ahem ahem) is always a good thing to take advantage of. U’ll get to go to places where elder cousins and aunties don’t bring u to..

At the end of the jetty, is a wonderful making out hanging out place to just chill. The sea breeze was amazing yet without the stickiness and aroma of the usuals. And it wasn’t overcrowded considering it being a Saturday night, the mood will automatically be set right, and the ambiance was just nice. It’s places like this where ppl fall in love, erm.. more to the place rather than the companion in my case :) Malacca.. i’ll be all emotional over u, and thanks again for making me so wet today..

I like Bali, i can see myself spending much more seconds of my life in Bali.. not only cuz of it’s beauty, not only cuz bahasa could be applied in some sort or rather, not only cuz of the food and the massages, it’s cuz of the memory tat it gives, long lasting ones tat i have yet to feel in any other travel destinations i’ve been to.

This time, we opt for the hassle-free way of traveling.. called up a few popular travel agencies and hooked up with Reliance‘s package. It came in much economical than our pre-calculated self traveling method. Furthermore, we got to fly in a 5 star airway in Qatar Airways.

Apart from the weird returning flight timing, reaching KLIA at 230am this morning, i truly enjoyed my 3 hours flight with them, and i dunno why. Could be the multi-racial crew they employed, gave me a good feel of multi-ethnic, or probably it’s just the very warm and frenly cabin crew.. or, maybe it’s cuz after meeting up with a good old fren in Singapore last week, and got much insights to the life of an air stewardess, tat i’ve got renewed feel for stewardess. Not those horny thoughts la pls~! Anyway, it was the 1st time i gotta be in the feeder between the aerostation and the main terminal of KLIA, with so much emptiness.

If 1 would ask me on the my nicest travel destination in South East Asia, i have not much doubt. Though i would really want to name a destination in Malaysia, nothing really could beat some of our neighboring countries’ destination.. and i would say, it’s down to the setup and situation in Malaysia, where our restrictions and screw ups in marketing and management of some of our potentials destinations, make us being bypassed by travelers to this region.

When would it be possible to have chicks walking around the streets in the city of any Malaysian town? Well, 1 could argue tat Bali is a Hindu dominated region with 90% of it’s population being Hinduism, yet apart from this, Bali is the place with natural beauty, rich cultures (which is being promoted rather than demoted, remember sleeping buddha in Malaysia being removed anyone?), amazing beaches, sea activities for almost every1 – being extreme or mild, good food, great night activities, wonderful massages (i’ll be sharing much of these), supremely frenly locals, and on top of all of these, it comes along with affordability.

Oh and i must say, the temperature in Bali is just so comfortable to walk around. Though it could get chilly when on the higher parts of the region, strolling around the street at any particular time is just a joy, i hardly squeeze a drip of juice out of my forehead on our 4 days there. It just feels, too comfortable to be true sometimes..

The agent allocated us in a hotel very strategic to the happenings in Legian, at White Rose Hotel. The hotel has nothing special to shout about apart from it’s very central location, and tat there are no prostitutes being seen, and tat is a good thing.

A 2 minutes walk out of the hotel and there is the spot of the 2002 bombing. The memorial being built here has a list of the name of all the casualties, it was a sad moment standing there and going thru the names. It made me wonder a lil, and made me felt pretty pissed on how jealousy and religion could result into shit like this $%#@%$#@$!#..

On our last day, we had it free and easy. One couldn’t say they have been to Bali if not for having dinner at Jimbaran. Here, dinner is served on the beach, where my feet penetrated in deep into the chilled silky sand while licking well grilled grouper flesh. The natural symphony being our companion with the large waves smashing against each other, giving an oh mighty feel, yet giving an ultimate sense of relaxation.

Though it would have been more beautiful shall the sun set on a clear sky. Nevertheless, there are still scenes with really good views to appreciate while having dinner..

There would be a band coming to each of the tables playing some good couple of songs, yet we couldn’t wait for our turn as it was bout time to leave for the airport. Though not played dedicated to us, let’s just say tat we got some free unattended live band that we eavesdropped.

Couldn’t fit in anytime to tryout surfing, yet, i even manage to meet some MMU people in a foreign land. While having dinner in a restaurant, 1 of the 2 gals tat i tot was familiar, looked over towards my table and kept looking on. I felt really shy as she is pretty, and very very familiar. And with a smile, i sealed it back with mine and then was sure tat they were from MMU. It always kicks me tat ppl from the same school and university tat dun know each other, could meet during post-schooling time and be frens. What fate and coincidence tat brought us all together.

It was a very family oriented trip. And on top of all, i must screw up our few family shots.

Thank goodness there is a decent one with Aunty Chu’s hidden Lion hairstyle revealed!!

Ok finally 1 without any stuns..

But for all that it’s worth, i’ll cherish pictures like these for the rest of my life..

ps: i hop to cc’s and she shared this link to many amazing Beijing Olympic Opening’s picture. I need it, cuz i missed it..

And so i went down under for the weekend, well not tat down, just somewhere underneath Malaysia – to the land of the lions and fast escalators, where the weather was really fucking hot.

Kinda did a more backpacking version this time around, well kinda equivalent to ‘economical’, ‘cheaper’, and ‘student’ version of traveling. Started with a night KTM train from KL Central, it was something never been tried b4, and it was actually much better than i expected.

There is a miniature mattress in place of the usual twin seats. WooHoo~! Sleeping on a train on a mattress is really something new, and yes i’ll say it again in my style – i lost my virginity to a train mistress mattress.

Apart from the occasional banging on the tiny side desk and bending of my left leg, it was actually quite comfortable. It would also be nice if there are ear plugs, not tat much on snores, but as ppl just walk by the corridor connecting door and not closing it – it could be really annoyingly noisy, especially as our beds were right beside this stucky, non-auto-shutting door. Oh and it’s indeed more spacious to spend tat extra few ringgits to get the bottom level bed, the upper level bed will make ur head banging the curvey roof of the train.

11 hours of journey with lotsa stops in between Kuala Lumpur and Singapore’s path, we finally reached the checkpoint. Took down our luggage and sleep walk thru the immigrations, and got up the train again, heading towards Tanjung Pagar station. We then proceed to our backpackers hideout, Inn Crowd.

We pre-booked the rooms beds for SGD20 per night per person, and boy, it was damn holy smokey backpacky style – and i loved it. My personal compliments to the staffs and management of Inn Crowds as they were prompt and helpful, after booking and upon checking in and throughout our stay there. Imagine a very personal looking email compose to u without even asking, few minutes after doing online booking, informing on the way to get to the inn, after knowing we are coming via train. It could be a template of copy pasting, though didn’t looked so, and it made me felt very taken care off, and yes i got turned on already, even before i came, here..

There are 17 beds in the dormitory, with a luggage area at the end of the room, with several good air-conditioners which is switched on from 5pm onwards. Though most of the time, there ain’t much ppl around the dorm – which makes whole loadsa sense to not switch on the air-cons. We were provided with the cover bed and pillow sheets, with a half-chopped blanket, and had the honour to wear it up ourselves, and i felt happy doing it as i can start to nurture my connection with ‘her’ tat is going to be my support for the nights.

The toilets are shared, with 3 shower rooms and 2 bowl shitting units. Though i gotta admit tat the toilet bowls units are way too ‘compact’ to have a normal human being, doing the shitting business in there. I’ve gotta stuff my both legs 45 degrees outwards towards the edge of the room, to have a decent ‘aim’ at the hole. It didn’t feel so good and i ended up giving up and went to the toilet in the main reception to do my business. And nope, it was a bit too indecent to post up my picture of the toilet and me.

The whole ambiance in the inn was a really refreshing experience, ppl are frenly and smiley, giving a good feel tat every1 could approach every1, well tat’s if u want to. There was even a fusbal table FOC but we were always too knocked out to kick table asses.

Breakfast are included and it’s totally self serviced. Breads and Eggs along with other basic spreads are provided. And it was my little humble egg frying skill tat gave me high urge in doing some egg frying session for buddies. Grab ur own pan and do watever style u want. And tat’s wat i call backpacking style to the core. Even washing up is DIY and every1 is very cooperative. If not, it is strongly believed tat this little chef man will turn into life and slap ur asses.

And it’s in this kinda mood, tat u could easily get to know other backpackers. It’s really easy to hook up a conversation, well tat’s if u want to. Try to practice on the timing to approach ppl, dun be like me, trying to strike up a conversation while this taiwanese guy is busy scrub washing his egg-burnt frying pan.

His wife though, seems more willing to take picture with me.. well of course she should, she initiated it. There were on a 3 days stop by in Singapore, on their way to Australia for a working holiday of 1 year. Ryanne had told me something bout this kinda things in New Zealand, on plucking apples and squeezing cow breasts, while traveling a bit around the country. Sounds like something to do for a change, something real damn uncommonly fun i reckon.

Even the ppl working there are very nice to talk with, as they seem to share the common interest in traveling around the world. Friendly? U damn bet. Backpackers help each other in ways tat makes a lot of sense, and this usually means direction wise, not physically wise u damn $!@#%$!#@!@# pervert. Those tat knows the way is always very willing to share it. Also got the chance to strike up a little conversation with Gerry Lee, apparently it was her last day working in Inn Crowd, wishing her all the very best in her future endeavors.

The only shortcoming in staying in the dorm would be tat horny ppl can’t be satisfied in the dorm – well it doesn’t affect me but kinda indirectly means tat sex business in Geylang would be better due to this circumstances. Or maybe ppl still take ppl back to the dorm but i really didn’t have the energy to take note of it in these few days stay.

And i can take swear tat weikiat, my buddy sleeping on the bed right beside me, didn’t have any ‘night activities’ in our time there. Not tat i know of tat is..