Oh yes, i have my own little room being an intern. It’s located at the quiet corner at the basement of this sweet 2 stories mansion-cum-office. Either i am deemed to be isolated or being granted good privacy for any office scandals, i take it as a good thing. Though i gotta admit tat i was left out and forgotten for lunch together for once. A pretty opposite from the days in weso where those days, the most common issue was tat nobody wants to move for lunch till 230pm.

Anyhow, i seriously have no complains in regards to my spot. How could i be?! With a huge yawn and a turn to the left and i see such beauty babe~! C’mon i’m not being flirtatious here, it’s the beauty of nature.. any shouts for swapping office place??

Lodging wise, apart from the overrunning of my initial budget, i have not much complain. My room is almost twice bigger than the owner’s. I can sleep at least 10 buddies in here!

Not so IKEA-like and does give me the drag to always wanting to come back.. Hilli, is a nice lady and pls no kinkiness thinking.. speaking bout her, she’s 1 of the more fanatic ecological consumer i’ve came across.. i have yet to come across any un-ecological/biological product that she is using. She also has this super healthy diet in the morning, blending mixtures of vege/salad/fruits into a huge junk and consuming it. She shared some with me and i gotta say, i could be brainwashed to be like her..

Though 1 thing is a visit to the toilet is always eye-pleasing. To be more exact, while one is doing the big business and directly in front u see something like this..

Bright & Shine with the shooting nozzle pointing straight at the naked mermaid’s cleavage. This has to be art at it’s best nature! Though i swear tat this has not distracted me while i’m doing my thing in the toilet.

Oh and pls allow me to share my new baby.. her name is oooooooooooo GoldieWalk~

it was love at 1st sight and i got her on a real good deal, and since i’ve only brought my winter boots and black formal shoes to berlin, GoldieWalk will be accompanying me in as many berlin endeavor as possible.. she is pure german and u can tell by her nice silky blondie body~

This time, flying from the secluded Skavsta airport, 80 minutes from Stockholm’s central station, on a flight tat I consider “a steal”. The fare was SEK 0.01, yup, RM 0.005, and there is no airport tax.. only paid for a luggage check in which was still not too bad at all.. just gotta bare the extra longer journey compared to Arlanda..

After hearing so damn much on Ryan air, here it goes.. well anyway they are boasting on a highest on time rate on all airlines, a whooping 90%, and they confidently market themselves on it, comparing with other national couriers and competitors, pretty impressive~ and wat’s more.. my scheduled flight of 1 hour 40 mins from Stockholm to Berlin, took only 55 minutes! The flight announcer was having her orgasm when she announced the flight touched down 45 mins ahead of schedule.

Being budget as it’s nature, the interior of Ryan Air did look budgetly cheap. It’s like taxi colour on a flight. And damn they just keep wanting to remind me on Sweden more.. it’s a totally reflection of Swedish national colour gul & blå.. I still dun really get it, they are not a Swedish setup, yet just look at their very un-luxurious website and tell me in my face tat ain’t yellow and blue?! Oh and they have cute Italiano air stewards.. I just can’t resist saying this..

It’s almost 5 days now.. I haven’t even started exploring the city yet.. but take my words Berlin’s metro/tube/subway wat shit u call it.. well they call it rapid transit and underground aka BVG, is the most impressive connection I’ve experienced in my life.. I’m sure I’ll be good bitching bout it much more on later entries, well when I say good bitching, it’s a combination of positively negative splash outs.. but the latter being very minority..

And within few minutes (okay hours.. erm well right, days) of analyzing and head scratching.. I am positively proud to say tat I have mastered the metro’s digestion and understanding.. u think it’s easy?! Have a look at their u-bahn s-bahn network and pls share with me if u have seen a city’s connection more spidery then berlin’s. If u print it out and paste it on the wall, it could actually serve as a bull’s eye practice for u guys out there who wants to practice, ermm.. whatever self shooting u guys want to..

Im still without a proper Berlin map, and the map i took from the airport covers only the central zone.. and where i would be for the next 10 weeks is just few meters out of the central zone, Zone A.. no problem, take a snap shot with XUSI CoCo and i have a map with me wherever i go.. hah!

The people are all foreign again, the faces are all unfamiliar and alien.. the weather got mild a bit due to the change in latitude.. and the language around gets all macho and always reminds me of the sound of rinsing mouth with listerine.. yup, tat’s how german sounds to me.. it’s really a macho sounding language i reckon, gone were the sweet melodic svenska for a while.. human wise, a quick glance around and then i still end up preferring to look down at my ownself’s. It’s just not svensk.. Don’t compare Jian don’t compare.. maybe i haven’t really gotten into the eye watching mode in Berlin yet.

But pls, go ahead and google earth me.. I’ll be looking up to u and give u a good Germanic Hallo!!

Seen frens come and go pretty much lately, some not to be seen for the next few weeks, some for the next months, and some for the next god knows when.. it sucks thinking that ppl tat left a footprint in ur life, might not appear again in ur sight, apart from their left offs and memories..

And so we corridor mates had an ice cream farewell thingy.. it was a simply get together for a couple of hours, chat a bit, lick the ice creams a bit, in our own lovely and pretty well managed kitchen @ Döbelnsgatan 2C.

We had our flashy stars of the night, which apparently after all these whiles here, is our 1st time having cameras and taking pictures and cam sluts.

Didn’t realize tat i will have so much to pack, and it’s gonna be my 1st Ryan air experience, not really looking forward but it’s a new thing be one of those top budget airlines in the world. And that another airline company, Sterling has gone busted just today.. time is pretty limited to get on budget airlines nowadays - so cherish it while u can.

I am really gonna miss sweden for a while, and i mean it.. jag kommer att sakna sverige och svenska, jag vet så så så det..

ps: i am so damn rejuvenated as a spussy again~! a 4-4 draw against the gunners at the emirates with a decent performance.. reverting to the conventional management system seems to be doing wonders, though it’s sad to see high profile manager such as Juande Ramos leaving.. but geez, Berbatov did a wonder assist for ronaldo’s 2nd goal.. tat was pure flair and such a joy~

And then i was wondering (not bout fantasying and picturing breasts, damnit), but on whether people around me, friends and family that drinks coffee does go consistent with this finding. Okay now u might still be pulling my tail and saying tat i’m imagining bout breast size.. moreover ppl tat i know, well.. shoot me but i kinda have contradicting reflections.

Some ppl that i know, tat drinks quite some coffee, do have big breasts (or so it seems from outside, i don’t know bout underneath the clothes), maybe they have genes tat enhances their cup size in proportional rate with their caffeine consumption.

Some ppl that i know, tat drinks not so much coffee, have big breast as well.. and this could be consistent with this title, as they don’t have coffee to reduce their breasts size.

Some ppl that i know, tat drinks only tea, also have big breasts.. maybe tea is a breast enhancer?

Some ppl that i know, tat drinks quite some coffee, has big tummy.. maybe this relates to heavy coffee drinkers are also heavy beer drinkers?

Some ppl that i know, tat drinks quite some coffee, has big butt.

well as u know me, i’m not a coffee drinker, will get this stupid headache and drunk look when i consume coffee.. maybe i should just continue eating my chicken breast and not think so much about being a coffee repellent guy.

Well, it must be really fun conducting this study. I’m still struggling to come to conclusion whether this study is male or female initiated. Gals wanna know it as they have breasts and they drink coffee, guys wanna know so they could advice and restrict their spouse or girlfriends on coffee.. or they just wanna be the researcher measuring cup sizes, but surely it is not ppl from Starbucks or Coffee Bean. Click on to read more bout this reading, dun worry it’s not to an adult site, but be warned, there is a very decently nice breast picture of a woman having coffee.

Oh and i wonder again, just a bit.. to be equal on genders terms, whether coffee can make men’s testicles smaller as well? Or penises? Please someone go find this out, i could volunteer myself for the research..

And i just reminisced 1 scene back in good weso days, where wolverine poise fully ask one colleague:

Hey your cup very big ha??

While looking purposefully on the coffee cup in front of her chest.

He was innocent and surely didn’t expect ppl around to think crooked, and she probably didn’t get the joke but well.. it did made my day..

This time i lost it to working at a student nation. This semester i’m with V-Dala and Emil Gustafsson, the club master for the pub and events of the nation, called me up for a job vacancy at the nation on Friday night. It was for a new economy students welcoming party aka gasque which is called “nolla” here. And so it happened, from 1400 in the afternoon onwards, arranging glasses, folding napkins and arranging them.. oh yeah.. more physical than mental.. and it does sound easier than it actually seems. But it ain’t intensive, we have time to chat and get to know the others, talk some shit, basically just pretty laid back and enjoying getting stuffs done together gather.. There were around 28 of us serving, some chinese, banglapakindians, from the US and the rest being swedes.. I freaked a little when it came to the dishes part, as i have weak hands.. oh yeah i really do not know what are muscles anymore, and pls dun assume tat it’s cuz i ahem ahem too much, nothing to do with tat..

And so ppl dress all nice and smart came and looked drunk already even b4 alcohol were served. It’s a trend in sweden here tat many drink alcohol before the event, as it’s always more economical to buy and drink at home and get a little high and turned on 1st prior to the events, and so to warm up and get straight to “business” here.. and indeed, ppl are well dressed.. wish i had CoCo SUXI with me, then i could share some “good view” with ya all.. well wat to do, it was my 1st time working in this kinda functions, and my slack ain’t jeans material and would definitely burst if i had CoCo in me..

So we were assigned 1 row each, mine having around 14 ppl.. it started with appetizers, then wine, and then wat swedes call “snaps”, which are basically shots of swedish whiskeys. There were 4 different kinds with almost equivalent alcohol intensity, 40% of it i guess.. Skåne, Hallands, Bäska and OP.. Was pretty anxious when serving as i was trying to keep it swedish, with lotsa Ursäkta mig aka excuse me.. and there were a few who just grabs hold of u and snap pic with, well.. courtesy of the complimentary disposable camera tat was given to all of them FOC! Felt a little good as i got some duktigt for my swedish attempts.

But i gotta confess, i gave in to serving demands.. i did serve additional to some of those, cuz it was just so cute to see ppl drunk, oh yeah i’m a dick sometimes i admit.. but i dun see any harm in making ppl happier and when they give u tat happy smile of appreciation for alcohol, it was priceless.. It ain’t tat much of lost apart from me risking being fucked by my chef~ but well, i was moderate..

Waiting was bored for some, but i liked it.. this is the time where we start to chat and get to other fellow waiters.. there were a group of 18 years old high scholars, all the way to international students like myself, and every1 seems to have a good time, apart from the dish washing team of 3 persons busy laboring all the seconds, which i really really do feel for.. 350 participants of the night, each with 4 dishes, 5 glasses for water, beer, win, punches, snaps, 5 different utensils, coffee cup and plate, and of course the cooking and serving wares.. Really wouldn’t wanna be them.. And when i was ready to call it a day, at 0300, they were still with piles more to wash.. well..

And so it was 13 hours of “serving”, it was really fun until the last couple of hours where it was bout picking up glasses and bottles in a supermarket basket, and also sweeping the whole hall.. while the others were having the working team’s own party.. but all in all, it was really a day to remember.. and soon, it will be my turn being “served” in such a way, for my 1st time..

ps: I’ve met another fellow malaysian buddy from back o’ MMU during the weekend, Marcus oh yea~ he’s living a backpackers life now.. he’s really not malaysian now, trust me. I seriously didn’t hear any “lah”, “meh”, “ar” throughout our 2 hours togetherness.. nevertheless, it was great meeting him again, such a nice person to be with, go ahead, check out his travel journal of more than 2 years now?!

The weather in Uppsala has been great the passed few days, putting on a hoody jacket and it’s nice to breeze around, smelling nature, seeing leaves starting to turn red and orange, preparing to give in to the snow..

Biking is fun nowadays, Red Ridey has been nicely lubricated down there and keeping her 2 round rubbers voluptuous, she always make it smoother for me.. Riding on her just gives me more and more pleasure nowadays..

Plugging in Shuffly while breezing along the biking paths, and hooking on an easy beaty song, dunka mig gul & blå, just makes everything around so so swedish..

Stopped by the pond in front of Uppsala Castle, watching some ducks making out while dipping into the waters to wash off their love juices.. biting on a lil’ self made cheesy sandwich, and just watching ppl walking by..

Night falls and time for dinner, sometimes u just have the tendency to call up any1 tat come across your mind, and go check them out.. And so the 2nd call i made, brought me to dinner.. ?? just lost his wallet today so i tot it would be good to spend some time with him, make sure he is well after the post-wallet moments, and not doing any silly stuffs.. well it could happen to any1, and as typical great swedish ethics, some1 found his wallet and send him an email to collect it up.. and tat’s wat i call - sweden.. anyway, i always like his view out of his room.. this is the sunsetting here, but usually there are some more swedish views - if u know wat i mean.. not only pakindleshi views from my room..

Even the Cathedral is lighted up during the night time nowadays.. and thus, making out around this area could be seen clearer now..

I like this place a lot, i’m starting to feel more part of it.. swedish is picking up, ppl seem so much nicer, and i feel tat i could connect with the place.. and it’s during moments like this, tat there must be something coming in to make u leave all these behind.. life is really a bitch sometimes, either a sexy or slutty one..

She cracked a little.. do believe is tat she got a little too hot, but it’s always easier when she has cracked, easier to, well.. see through her and slice her up..

Oh and her texture was just fine, not too fine and with no makeup.. seeing her flesh from within, showing her warm side profile.. in such cold weather, putting my fingers beside her warm tender flash is just so comfortable.. the steams could still be felt when i sliced her up..

And now i’m consuming her.. just found myself keep digging her hard crispy sides and top flesh..

ps: it’s getting freakingly cold so soon.. this time last year, i was still wearing t-shirts and biking around, ain’t so now.. almost start wearing winter clothes this week dy.. %$#@!$@!@!

ps2: Jag håller fortfarande på att lära mig svenska. Det är mycket svårt men jag hoppas att prata svenska så snart som möjligt.. jag hade lovat mig själv.. så var snäll och inte skrattar!

And so the new season has started. Many new faces cum came to u, and the likes of these macho guys will surely make u look much better on the bitch pitch. Though this is an early assessment, the fact is tat u lay pitifully at rock bottom of the table, as of 13 September 2008. We are the only ones out of the 20 teams, without a win, and scoring of the least goals.

But screw tat, my whole liver and lungs are to u tat u gonna get ur balls out of the bottom, and on the way, giving us entertainment with the style of football Juande will play, and strike up some good wins.. Modric’s vision, Giovanni’s pacey technique, Bently’s sweet crosses, Pavlyuchenko’s strikes, combining with wat we have already, i gotta confess tat this has been a squad tat turns me on in a huge deal..

C’mon u spussy, make us wet proud.

With lotsa love balls,
Spurry

And i dun blame u for having those impressions. I used to be so as well (impression wise la i mean), until i gotta to know about the healthy side of it. It is a fitness regime, though i gotta admit it’s a damn bloody sexy fitness regime tat surely does draw more horniness attractiveness and attention than many other fitness regimes.

Recently, pole dancing has caught on as a new and increasingly popular form of exercise, in which women (and sometimes men) use the pole as a workout prop. This form of exercise increases upper body strength (by using the body itself as resistance) while toning the body as a whole.

says Stripping Off The Weight, CBS News website, retrieved on 8/20/2007.

Just yesterday, the 1st ever Pole Dancing Competition in Malaysia, oh yes u heard tat right, of all the rules and restrictions here, we have a pole dancing competition right here in the heart of Malaysia~! Though there somehow still are some damn stupid regulations towards certain participants, gotta say tat, acceptance level of the authorities has somehow, (just maybe) opening up a bit..

Anyway, KuKuJian is proud to announce the winner of the 1st ever pole dancing competition in Zouk Club Kuala Lumpur - LiLi Kosin~!

Pls try not to get turned on by the following clip, as i shall remind u again, it’s a fitness regime, the latest trend of exercising and keeping fit.. Oh and pls dun mind the yells and screams in this clip, ppl really do get very excited and turned on happy to see stuffs like this..

Congrats li, u so deserve this after all ur hard works and practices with ur beloved long hard tough sticks, keep it up~! Really wished to be there, to be able to witness u live, real, flesh in action, yet u know tat the support is always there, no matter the distance and miles.. :)

So wat’s it compared to our own Genting Highlands? The cute swede guys asses of course. Well, okie not tat much of tat when it’s getting colder, but damn.. i had my pants went lungs burst, most balls exploding jaws dropping roller coaster ride, in my little life. And after tat, our lil’ Genting’s cock screwing roller coaster, feels like mary go ’round.

We were the last few person getting on the last few coaster rides b4 their 2200 closure time. Lucky, damn lucky. My ex-salsa partner Linda is working her shift there and got us free rides (apparently to save some $$$ to do an Asian backpacking cum next March, dropping by Malaysia~ too bad i won’t be in bananaland to bring her around). AHhhhhhhh, it was some good testosterone pumpings tat i’ve been lacking ever since.. ermm.. (damn i used 4 minutes thinking and yet, so i’ll leave it blank)

And boy, tat guy looks so pissed at me staring and salivating over his big fat kex choklad (swedish equivalence to KitKat), i was so eager to try my luck.. yet yet yet, the gaming booths closed right after the rollercoaster ride. %@#$#@!$#@#! i’ll have my shot the next time and i so damn am gonna get 1 of those and stuffs the rest of my 2 months with it..

And finally after 2 months + of dance halting, got a little salsa senses back.. but i felt like a robot.. a damn stiff and un-lubricated one..

ps: I’m addicted to sausages aka korv. I really am.. damn those juicy meat and bastards mustards squeezed all over the long hot meaty stick.