I have returned, feeling incredibly poorer even though the trip was a hundred percent subsidised by the commanding power, namely my kind parents. I am so glad to be sniffing and making sweet love to my bed again because the blood stained carpet and sheets at the hotel didn’t actually satisfy my oh so high standard of living. Amazingly, I managed to survive the trip with a few insect bites and a heavily infected face (pimples!), and oh yes, evil suffering and life changing experiences.

Of course by now you would have figured out that I am merely exaggerating (though I did feel much poorer and the room had blood everywhere! everywhere! It was as if someone had been murdered in our room!)
Malacca was immensely boring as I have been there like a million times in my lifetime (my mother’s whole tree line originated from Malacca, how I could not know the roots of my people.) I went because I wanted to experience the place as a ‘backpacker’ (oh how so!) and without easy means of transportation or parents.
Now I appreciate how hard it is to find halal food, even in Malacca. I did not predict going into a shop and asking whether the food was halal, in an Islamic country. What was sad is that I had to survive on crappy fast food. (Okay it was not crappy, but I wanted to express my unhappiness here.) Zingdo, instant noodles, Pizza Hut and finally some fish and sotong and belacan veggies. Okay, it was crappy.

I reached home last night with an ingestion, which I had to sleep through and severe diarrhea today. And I feel so terrible for having to skip floorball training!

Oh today was so dull. Apart from having to run to the toilet every now and then, I watched the last two episodes of Lost, and it left me in mortal peril because I can kill myself waiting for the new season.

Josh Holloway is so hot!

Henry Ian Cusick is disturbing sexy. I want to marry himm!!!

Labels: sickly talk, travelling