Posted by psych at April 23rd, 2007

Hmm. Warning: Long post. Separate post with a limited amt of pics following later.
Had a great weekend overall. Went to Malacca with a few buddies. Well alot of people actually. Including very very very hawt gurls*wink*. Er.. Malacca won’t stand out to many as a place with a good(or any) clubbing scene. Looks like there are good themed clubs there. Well not too many but who needs numbers when the traffic isn’t shit, there are less people and the musics still good =)

Drive down was good. Slept. The room was swt. 3 rooms with 2 AC’s (one which was dripping water.. the floors didn’t like that) for only 20 per night. Introduced myself to a Korean friend of a Korean friend with a loud ‘Shibal nom‘(Fuck You) while I shook his hand. w00t. Thats almost the extent of my Korean. The only Korean phrase that popped out of my mouth when I was finding for one. The look on his face:

Priceless.

Had Satay Celup (Sate?) for dinner. Awesome stuff. Messy steamboat. 10x more delicious. Club at night. Sunrise? Sunshine? Sun-something. Great Great Great. Its different. Well the same music, same thumping, same darkness+lights. Atmosphere was different somehow though. The sea breeze. Haha.

Gotta thank a certain supermodel for getting us the cheapest booze ever. And really really nice spaces. No pics coz no good camera. Sigh. Got “tipsy” which is what I think is a lady’s word for “drunk enough to not pee completely straight while being completely aware of it”.

Haha completely missed out mentioning Jonker Street. Before the club. Many things happening at once. Not as crowded as I expected but damn bustling in some parts. Didn’t buy stuff. Nothing of interest. Had awesome cendol.

Saw a semi-erotic (i think) painting on a wall. Is there any relation between flower-sniffing/flower-eating and being screwed by a guy? Saw a tfk-ing kid in those things which they push kids/babies in. Cant remember the contraptions name.. Stroller? Nah thats different i think. Note: tfk/dfk = masturbating. Just fyi. These Malaccans. Sigh. In public. I think the girls thought it was cute even though they were pretending to be disgusted. =) Or they were honestly disgusted. I was a little.
But then again I know what he was feeling =) BUT IN PUBLIC?? God. Haha a pervert-to-be. Kids don’t know whats right or wrong after all. And sex was meant to be enjoyed? Enough bout that. Couldn’t even see much. Not that I wanted to.

Erm. Line-dancing seems to be all the rage now. 2 different classes in one Jonker Street =). They were kind enough not to stare as I took pics. Was afraid they’d throw their dancing shoes at me - *shuriken* style. Last think I want is an aunty running after me. Thinking back, its highly unlikely, but it was at night, and some of them looked pretty capable of opening a can of whoop-ass on me. (God, I did NOT just type that out) More stuff happened but I don’t want this to be The-Grandfather-of-All-Posts.
Next day - Went around Malacca. The historical sites, A Famosa, The Hill Behind The A Famosa With The Church Thing On Top Filled With Dutch-Inscripted Memorial Stones, Ahh thats right its St. Pauls Hill. =) Chicken Rice Balls. Balls? Ball.. Balls? Hmm. Chicken Balls o0. They were really good. Nyonya Food. Slzlzshshhszz. Niceo.
Went back home and left the girls with one guy (lucky bastard) to fend for himself. Tired as heck. Not my usual weekend. For some reason I want more. Until next time. Go To Malacca If You Get The Chance. More to do there than Ive ever done in the 10 times (I think) that I’ve visited.

pSyCh