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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..

Some say it’s the destination, and i’m pretty sure, it’s the companion tat matters. Pick a good location, do the organizing and logistics, and then it’s down to the ppl.. well, and sometimes it’s always better to have a good mix of guys and gals, dicks and boobs, machos and graceys.. c’mon admit it la.. and yes, now tat i’m all burnt and grilled, thinking back on the good 3 days we spent on Redang island - it was damn well worth the blackiness. Rebonding lost times and bonding new friendships..

When posing is cute and humble..

When we are really looking at someone something..

When everyone is so focus in burying the 轨迹’s (the path boys)..

When we are surprisingly posing decently..

When A4trip.com gang is really really posing..

When the EA soul mates are looking for stuffs down there together gather..

When u dun care bout the consequences of jumping on shallow sea level..

When licking an ice cream and butt facing is more important than facing the camera..

When u butt pose with the backpack tat was almost mistakenly carried back..

When everyone is decent and the picture has no blurry face and pussily tight shut eyes..

When this is my personal best shot out of the thousands, and tat it made me go awwwwwwwwwwww.. for 4.7 seconds and counting..

The trip refreshed, burnt, and gave me loadsa good smiles while lengthening my penis lifespan. Apart from the night rain pours and gloomy day lights, i also lost my virginity with the shiny “blue tears” aka 蓝眼泪, it’s a sort of luminous plankton that appear on shallow sea sands.. the blue luminous shine lasted for a couple of seconds b4 fading off.. it was amazing, it really was.. it turned me on real blue.

I’m a happy person, blessed with good buddies.. and my balls are not even close in terms of tan-ness like my face..

ps1: pictures courtesy of nic, weikiat, yong and aggy-ness, with camera persons including EUnice, Ryanne, a few fellow Redang visitors kind enough to take pictures for us, and of course little yellow tripody, which apparently i just realized tat he could extend his 3 little sticks another 3 times it’s original length - after almost 3 years having him..

ps2: a personal compliment to malaysiaresort.com.my’s Kenny and Alex, being prompt and helpful agents. While Redang Bay Resort’s accommodation and food was really nothing to shout about, the management and staffs prior, during and post redang, have pretty much no flaw.

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With these words Foo Hee Boon celebrated his 38th birthday – a birthday symbolising the beginning of a new life – the life of a cancer patient.

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Sometime back in mid-2005, pa broke a news to me tat one of his closest fren, Mr. Foo Hee Boon, was diagnosed with a stage IV lung cancer. I was shocked, knowing tat pa has been with Hee Boon for ages, working with him and projects and tasks. It is rare tat pa praises highly on a working partner and with many good words for Hee Boon, i know tat pa appreciates and cherishes this fren of his a lot.

And when i finally got the chance to meet Mr. Foo Hee Boon in person sometime after my puberty, i instantly felt the warmth and kindness he possesses, and immediately knew tat why pa regarded him that well. 3 of us were on a visiting trip to a local wine producing factory. For some decent stuffs, not to consume.. unlike some adults tat u do feel there is a gap, and i confess tat i’m a super shy kid back then (maybe still now), yet he was so comfortable to be with.. oh and i must mention, Mr. Foo Hee Boon has a very charming way of speaking and i like his voice and the style of his talking.

There is this natural aura around him. And i really didn’t expect tat encounter to be the last time i saw him in healthy mode..

Upon diagnosis, Mr. Foo Hee Boon started to share his life stories with everyone on his Amazing New Adventures blog. Pure encouragement and hope is written all over his blog. 1 and a half months into his cancer, May 22 2005 he wrote:

2 months prior to his death, June 1 2006, Mr. Foo Hee Boon was featured on a Astro Ria programme, Ku Mohon, or Your Desire. His wish of having a ‘nostalgia wall’ with his family members was fulfilled and it gave me good goosebumps seeing him on the TV screen, i remember there were tears.

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BOOK LAUNCH INVITATION

Next month, the family of the Late Foo Hee Boon, together with the management and staff of the NCI Cancer Hospital cordially invite anyone interested to the book launch of FOO HEE BOON’s “GIFTS OF LIFE” - Facing Cancer. It is a book compiled from the blog of Mr. Foo Hee Boon.

by Ir Gurmit Singh K.S. President of CETDEM,and Recipient of Langkawi Award 1993.

Foreword of the book could be downloaded by clicking on this link.

Saturday 9 August 2008, 10.30 a.m.at Auditorium, NCI Cancer Hospital, Nilai (Click for Location Map)

Programme:

10.30 Arrival of guests

10.40 Welcome:

• NCI Cancer Hospital
• Family of Foo Hee Boon

11.00 Launch of Foo Hee Boon’s Book

• GIFTS OF LIFE Facing Cancer
• Ir Gurmit Singh K.S. Chairman, CETDEM, Recipient of Langkawi Award 1993

11.15 Presentation of Book to

• Madam Gan Sum Heng & Madam Vivien Foo

11.20 Reading of excerpts from

• GIFTS OF LIFE Facing Cancer by friend, Mano Maniam

11.40 Excerpts from Astro Ria programme

• Ku Mohon

11.50 Tribute in Song: “Gifts of Life”

• by Benedict Foo

11.55 Thank you

• Vivien Foo

12.00 High Tea / Press Conference

RSVP by 2 August, kindly contact Vivien Foo, 016-2191938 or Chan Yoke Mun, yokemun2001[at]yahoo.com.

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It should be moments like this, where life should be cherished even more, every breathe should be appreciated even further. As, life can really be very short and fragile. Well, and there is no harm in caring and loving ppl around u a little bit more..

What could be more interesting then having locally produced durian and consumed locally? Well, maybe locally produced babies.. And a weekend with both durian and babies in malacca, makes me feel pretty good..

I’m not a total fanatic over durians, they are all pricky and overly aromatic. And the post durian syndrome (PDS) is pretty hard to bare even for oneself him, or herself.

And i quote from pa:

Damn guilty la, urine today also got durian smell.. $@!$#@%$#

Personally, it’s the fun of sitting together gather on the ground tat i enjoy more. Forming a human circle, watching aunty chu busy snapping and cracking up the asses of the durians from under.. the leak from their asses then reveals their yellowish firm inner flesh - it’s the process, not tat much of the consumption, tat i enjoy the most.

These durians are from the farm of my cousin’s ex-headmaster in primary school. He came buy my aunties’ 3 times during the weekend, each time bring over big rags full of durians. I resisted, though these were honestly, the best durians i’ve ever licked, they have a pinky pussy reddy shade on their flesh.

ok yes i admit i enhanced the reddishness of the flesh a bit, but honestly, it was reddy..

To not overdose on durians, i ate very very slow, licking and teasing the thick tender meat with my own sweet time. This is a trick to not get burnt out and KO too soon. It worked, and it felt just nice, i could easily overcome my aromatic breathe pretty fast and yes, my urine didn’t produce much king of fruity smells. Maybe it was my running nose.. And pls dun ask me about the other liquid tat comes out from our private part down there.. whether it has durian smell or not.. i don’t know and dun ask me to find it out, u can DIY, guys.. gals u have ur way to satisfy ur curiosity and u know wat i mean..

A cup of fresh raw mango juice, infected with a huge sour nut, ahh.. this is my secret in quick elimination of the scents..

Apart from durian, the weekend was filled with babies, 2 infants, 1 infanted, and 1 rebellious.

Amber likes SUXI a lot, and keeps wanting to touch her, maybe cuz SUXI is cocoa in colour, and babies do tend to like eating chocolates..

Sunset baby without sunscreen leh.. ui ui mummy, time to apply some protection on amber~

And while we are consuming some seafood at the Portuguese settlement area, the baby lay around and sunbathe in the sunset, lovely..

I like malacca, i like durian when the portion is right, i like babies.. and now i kinda liked something else as well..

ps: congrats to malacca and penang for being awarded historic cities of the Straits of Malacca by UNESCO World Heritage Centre.