2 YEARS AGO

the splurge of my life.

KL FRENCH FORNICATION FRENZY

So for the past several weeks, the humble spectrum of Pelangi was thoroughly and evidently ransacked, rumbled and rectified to suit the Europeanal (catch the pun) needs of 3 Frenchies. 2 of whom I had met on THIS trip 2 years ago and then again on THIS trip a year ago.

So being the giving obliging kindhearted person I was, it was my time to don the tour-guide cape and fulfill my superhuman duties of the know-it-all local sight seeing extraordinaire. I is SuperGuide - Saving the French from confusion and catastrophe. One trip at a time.

Basically, this group of blonde haired bimbs (and bimbette (yes a male bimbo is a bimbette. not a himbo. because I SAY so.) were drifting in and out of my life like the hangat hangatness of a tahi ayam. One moment they were there occupying the throne sofas of the apartment with their turtle bags and overdue laundry. And the next, they vanish with nothing but a brief note left on the room door announcing their departure.

I had the bloody shock of my life towards the end of the note.
The PC really was not working that day.
Had to carry to workshop again and flush down RM180 on a new power supply.
Argh.

But of course, that's how life is with backpacking drifters.
Forever nomads.
Never settling.

So anyway.
Photos speak a thousand paragraphs.

This was when I made my way to KLIA to welcome them with asian arms wide open.

And this was the VIP treatment showered upon their angmo faces upon arrival into Pelangi.

Sorry no flowery tropical rainbow neck garland.

Introduced them to the rainbow family of weirdos, freakos and fish.

Practiced leniency towards my things and the hands that lay on them.

Engaged in painfully intense ice-breakers as warm up.

Gave them their privacy to do whatever it is that they wanna do with/on each other when needed. (However traumatizing it was to my human eyes.)

Embraced their day to day rituals with a non-judgmental peace of mind.

Made sure they were dressed appropriately when outdoors.

Temaned them climb cave.

followed them into the deepest darkest abyss of the Aquaria tunnel of awesome fishness.

Hiked up KL Tower with them.

Became their photographer when posing with prominently tall buildings.

Let them have their way with me when verbal communication grew weary and yawnsome.

Executed the ultimate Msian deed of overwhelming their tastebuds with over-oily over-fattening local munchables.

OK so not all that were consumed were authentically local.
BUT hey. wat angmo wants angmo gets.

(Apparently Sushi costs a private island and jet over there in their homeland and its dirt cheap here. So every turn of a Jap restaurant we passed, you could literally see the sparkle in their eyes when checking out the prices.)

Showed them the results of what raw Malaysian stupidity means.

Experienced temporary power failure and spent the day in darkness.
All because responsible me forgot to pay the bills.
I know.
True Malaysian spirit indeed.
Namewee would be proud.

Tragedy also befell upon the setting of the sun of the 2nd day of the French invasion.

Came home to a frantic Danny mopping the floor in a state of shock and trauma.
Apparently the Aquarealm had been squirting water out the whole day and no one was home to stop the excessive flow of water from flooding the floor. Mattresses were the drenched victims and we were 2ndary casualties.

Ended up digging out dustfilled comforters and blowdrying mattresses for sleep.

I think the french actually found the situation amusing.

OK lets see....

What..

more sushi @ giza

Else..

karaoke

Did.

feed legs to fish @ fishspa

We...

congkak.

Do...

walkaround pelangi. oldtown.

Nope can't think of anything else worth mentioning and lamenting about.
We waved salute bon voyage to ze french on a 6am Sunday and gave them our xoxo and <3.

May fate return them to somewhere over the rainbow.

(Sigh of relief.)

prezzie from the frencheeze.
haha. geddit? hehe.
French-Cheese.

Ha. Ha. Heh.

Thankyou Adel / Helmi for spending time with us and being our pretty petite driver.
Thankyou Danny for babysitting the french during my absence / MIA times.
Thankyou Bunneigh for being so warmly welcoming to outsiders.

PARIS PASSé

I have photos of Paris.
fina-effing-ly.

It's not alot.
But the Frenchers put it on FB awhile ago and i 'rightclick-save-picture-as' the photos.

Le Arc de Triumph as kelefeh in the background.

Le Louvre.

Me demonstrating how the Msian buaya chomps its catch.

i forgot which museum this was.

That's famous Miss Lisa on the far right. On the wall.

Lost and clueless as usual.

Disney store on the Champs Elysees.

There should bloody hell be more la.
I'm still waiting for Eiffel Tower pics to appear.

*SIGH*

MAN-CHEST-HAIR CITY

Bare with me.

This is my 2nd last post about Europe before i end my grandfather Euro stories and poser Euro photos...

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So from France, Bar死lona and Milan (airport only -_-) i waved the Frenchers au revoir and made my solo flight to Manchester where the childhood classmate waited with her pink brollie and immaculate eyebags in the rain, desperate to give me some of that much-needed lovin i was cravin since the whole passport incident.

So weird la actually.
We were classmates since standard 1 - 6 but both of us were too lansi and stuckup to speak to each other until recent years.

She took me back to her place (cue wriggle brows) @ Manchester Business School campus and it was raining so we were wet and then we started stripping and making out once we were alone my shoes and socks got all damp and soggy that i had to dry it outside.

But seriously. the campus hostels there are so different to campus hostels here in Msia.
they have walkways that go on forever and ever and if you don't remember which door opens to where (cause they all lookalike) you could walk into the wrong room and potentially someone in a compromising position and definitely maybe get a nice big slap across that pretty face of yours. Oh yea. You deserve it bitch. You do.

1st dinner in Manchy. with YeeVonster & her China friends.
Erm. Everyone was busy cleaning up.
I was lonely & lost.

My Manchy welcome gift from the Vonster.
H1N1 prevention mask and food in case they quarantine me.

-___-

Leeching off the Lappy.

up the stairs to her crib after grocery shopping.

Dining area.

Weather was cold and windy and rainy so i had my sweater on most of the time.
But after Barcelona and Nice i had enough of sun so the climate change was very much welcomed.

on campus ground.

Next day we took the bus around town where Vonster played guide to the many attractions of Manchester.

This is Piccadilly.
I like saying the name cuz it rolls off your tongue easily.
Plus the only recollection i have of this name was when i was playing Monopoly.

Jumpers in front of Manchester United FC.

Erm. A Park near her campus.

in front of Selfridges & Co.

I actually did alot of shopping in Manchester.
No thanks to YeeVonster's student card (which allowed pity discounts almost everrrywhere) and PRIMARK. I bought a handful of Topman slim ties that cost friggin 1 POUND each and a new sweater so i dont freeze to death at night. (previous sweater got stolen in bag)

Eye of Manchester.
Ya. Everywhere has an "eye of.." now.

Pink brollie super striking in the middle of rainy Manchy citycentre.

This is YVonster strutting her photography skill.

city centre again.

Winnie the Pooh cooked me breakfast.with super big sausage.
I'm pretty sure she enjoyed it more than me.

err. yea.

we also visited China Town Manchester.

...where we had Manchester Sze Chuan dish.

My sincere thankfulness to YeeVonster who opened her room and bed to me (cue wriggle brow) so willingly. I guess knowing someone for almost 17 years does come in handy.

3 days in Manchy.
1 day in London.

Take heart.
1 more post about my trip and you can rest.
Next grandfatherstory post: LONDON.