to err is human, to super err is superhuman.

okay, im like back.

first of all im sorry that i couldn't come up with pics loaded with good shits. this is due to the fact that my asshole sister had almost complete monopoly of the camera, thus, the handful amount of worthy pics only (because on the last day of the trip, i wrestled her ass to the ground, and gave her a flying elbow drop till she gave up the camera). so what you get is nothing short of my national geographic-grade journalism.

so we took a tour VIP super coach which sucked. but we got a fucking crazy-ass driver who stuck on the 2nd lane and drives faster than pathetic protons. then we went to machap which overprices everything since over the years coaches goes in and out of the rest stop more often than the top geylang women's vagina.
went to some village,
kuantan pahang.
agro business bullshit.
passed kl. did some shopping and shit.
visiting people,
houses,
village,
ringgit malaysia angpaos,
bla bla bla.
probably been there done that kinda stuff i dont think you guys would give half a shit.


our lodging was at the primula beach resort.
yeah, its not like everything you see in the pic.

this is like a kanasai pic of the hotel from google image search.



anyways, theres no such thing as carribean-like pristine beaches, sunrise umbrellas, and busty caucasian chick sliding down the waterslide... that kinda shit.


instead, i see fat tudong penguins wearing sliding down instead and okay-okay sub-standards. maybe its because of the weather suayness it shouldn't be that bad..

but the room service and suites are great. nice seaside view. kinda.

sweet suite bed. asshole sis took this pic.

anyways, it is located somewhere in shithole state cum miami beach called terengganu. personally, somehow i find that slums and beautiful beaches don't go well together but for overall holiday experience, top notch.

bad thing about whole state, is its toooo touristy factor. no wonder its called the tourism state. this is because every fucking product in almost every fucking shop has 'terengganu' stamped on it. like a cute kitty/turtle doll, you turn it over, turns out the thing has terengganu sewn over the belly.

shit. and i cant find a shop that doesnt sell anything that doesnt have the name of the damn state on it. and even the citizens wear their own terengganu souvenir shirt bacause a decently normal shirt is difficult to source. how fucking sad is that? no one wears that shit. i cant find any fucking one in singapore that wears our own souvenir 'its okay LAH' or 'SINGAPORE ITS A FINE CITY' or maybe the badly-produced-not-fierce-lanchiau-lion-cartoon-with-a-dustbin-beside-him-and-the-word-singapore-a-green-city-written-super-big kind of shirt.

traffic is also an interesting experience, and you wont know what kinda shit to expect on the shoulders of the road. it was a peaceful smooth highway drive. wait, not really smooth, cos its like riddled with potholes and crack crevices more often than you could find in my current mor peng face. so it was a quietdrive, then suddenly, to my horror, i see a kids riding goats like the ralph lauren beverly hills polo logo. yeah and there was this one little BUTTNAKED kid with his tiny chicken mcnugget dick pressed up on the back of the poor goat. he was waving at me as my coach drove pass. sibuay disturbing.

then yeah, when it reaches packed cities like KL, JB and shit i found the reason why crappy malaysian cars clogged up the traffic. it is because most cars on the roads have the driver as the only pedestrian. and every malaysian mother, father, brother, sister there owns a car due to the cheap cost of automobiles there. takes alot of space on the road just to transport a fella.


oh, and we have to pay for the fucking public toilet on rest stops and malls. yeah, 10, 20, 30, 50 RM cents doesnt cost much, but its hell irritating when you have to do it every so often, and what if a person's in like a fuckin hurry or forgot the wallet and doesnt have cash at the moment. whichwas what happened to me, and i embarassingly had to run over to my arrogant dad, beat him up for some RM cents and returning back with the RM cents -of course, running. just to take a shit.

not only that, the toilets are HORREN-FUCKING-DOUS. the second i got in the toilet, i just wanted to get the fuck out asap and at the same frame of second, your eyes and the nose would naturally shrivel up to block the unsightly view and the deadly scent. vile as an elephant vagina. they have like a complete compilation of sanitation failure in a room man. its good thing if your a dude, because you have a trustworthy penis that could just stand and piss on the urinal, clean up a little bit and gtfo asap. it would be a sad sad situation if you have to take a shit because of the prolonged amount of time putting up with the place. which was what happened, and i selfishly -for the first time in my life- had to squat over on top of the crapper lids. just to take a shit.


a skinny and -at the same time- fat sack of shit. my face looks like this when im taking a shit.

dumbass sister took this pic again.

sad emo poem setting.

the floating crystal mosque. which kinda loooks like the modern day taj mahal and its total building cost goes for a big RM180 million.
even in RM, that is quite a heft sum. and its on an island called wan man island. well, no such thing as one man island right? (insert audience booing for bad pun)

stupid weather destroyed the scenery. on wan man island. rain spoiled the whole experience.

oh yeah!!! before this pic, there was like thumping bhangra punjab soundtrack with banging tabla and sitar players playing with their tongues and eyeballs sticking out. and then 2 indian dancers in neon sarees appeared from both side of the screen, then hundreds of rainbow background dancers. and then theres like jiggling golden star titted lady belly dancing. then some crazier guest appearances like the indian guy from "street fighter" to show up and blow fire, "the love guru", the chick from "bend it like beckham" and sanjaya from american idol to sing backup while they dance in front of everyone. then theres like smokin' rows of tandoori buffet lined up at the side, complete with free flow teh tarik and stacks of yegg roti prata.

so to capture the moment, i asked my idiot sister seize the moment. my sister took so loong and by the time this pic was taken, all of them packed up already, booked a flight with air india and left. really really.

the whole thing is in malay and i dont understand wtf the whole thing was, and why i got told off by the anal security guard guy inane babble. didn't notice its in english halfway down huhuh.. only decently dress visitors eh?
guess i have to like put on some dolce and gabbana and prada sunglasses. speaking of which, fakeshits are rampant there.


so opulent, any terrorist wouldn't dare to suicide bomb it..
then from here on, i got control of the camera.

mother took this.

the taj mahal. miniature version. i bullshat my dumbass boss that i went to india and visited the taj mahal and shit. he still thought that it was the real thing because he sees it in my msn profile pic in his new blackberry's puny screen. apparently, he's a slave to it right now.

FAT AUNTY 69. hoho.. appealing.


okay, thats bout all i could summarise the whole trip. ill add more pics once i sift through the literally hundreds of pics. ill try to include ones without my sis's face once i have the time, but for now, i have to crash.