before leaving the mega shopping centre, i took some random shots, before boarding the bus for our next destination.

we visited a small local shop selling bathik cloth, before visiting the famous batu caves. i was told off rudely not to take pictures in the shop. please lah ah peh, this kind stupid cloth, random colourful patches here and there, only my maid will wear okay. nobody bought products from there becuase the prices were skyhigh. we headed to batu caves which was very near from the shop.

this is the golden bastard, who surprisingly has the ability to attract people of all races, mostly indians because they do their occassional prayers there, to visit this dirty and smelly place. somehow, the state government of Malaysia got the idea of constructing this golden bastard, who has a bad sense of fashion, is disabled, and carries a long pole with its end shaped like the club flower you have in your deck of 52 playing cards. even so, people still visit this place.
inside the cave were even uglier sculptures. but you have to give credit to these models, because they are quite colourful.
there were professional photographers outside the cave, giving service to those who wanted their pictures to be taken with these 2 exotic pets. idiot, must have found these 2 animals hanging helplessly on the tree, took them down, feed and groom them, and think long-term, making money by taking pictures of normal human beings with 2 unearthly disgusting creatures.

if you have not realised, my family and i climbed all 272 steps (i wasn't so stupid to count each step i ascend. the steps were numbered from 1-272), reach the top to look at these stupid things. on our way down, we sighted a wild monkey, entertaining a big group of people who was feeding the monkey. he ate happily, and the people gave willingly, and fucking stupidly. they shouldn't waste their peanuts on monkeys, knowing very well that they can fend for themselves and look for food on their own. save the peanuts, and send it to my house, so that my mom will stop wasting money on peanuts.
please note: this is the first temple i visited this entire trip. after leaving the batu cave, we headed back to our hotels. the quality of our accomodation was excellent. my parents had a room, and both my brothers and i shared another. we were given 3 beds, had a relatively big television, a big wardrobe, a big toilet, and a very very spacious room space. i think you need 4 hours to walk from one end to another. the 2 rooms were very far away from each other, which pissed my dad off. he called the tour guide and explained that he will have to take a cab from his room to reach ours. cool right.?

we quickly took our bath and met my parents at the lobby. then, my parents left for a foot reflexology massage, while my brothers and i went to the nearby night market. i didn't take any pictures because night markets are very common in Singapore. no use bragging what my brothers and i purchased there.

after that, we met up with our parents and looked for food as supper. we found this stretch of roadside stall at the back alley, where we met our tour guide, who was smoking a marlboro and drinking heineken at the same time with some of his friends. he was still wearing the same shirt, but changed out to a short white pants, bearing his big thighs. super disgusting i tell you. he came over to our table and apologised for the management of our rooms.

we ordered food, and from our table, i heard the beautiful sound which was so familiar. it was coming from a guitar which wasn't far away. finally, this guy came and started playing a chinese song for my dad. seeing that we weren't interested at all, he asked politely, "are you all happy.?" my father reacted by smiling at him. so, he moved on to the next table, and he started playing knocking on heaven's door by guns n roses.! GANGSTER. malaysians know guns n roses.? eh, it should be on the headlines okay. he sang and played very well. my father signalled for him to come back, and he started playing the famous chinese hit, xiao wei. my father tipped him quite generously. i wanted to ask him to play headspin by lukas rossi lah. =)
my day ended after that. we returned to our hotels and fall into a deep slumber after the long and tiring day. i awaited for what have got to come the next day.

DAY02.

we were awoken from the morning call at 6am. one of the hotel attendant had to personally make his way up to our room, knock on our doors, and make sure we are awake because none of us picked up the morning call. we went down for the complimentart breakfast, and checked out after that. i took some pictures of the hotel surroundings, because it gave me good memories i want to keep.

we headed for ipoh after that. upon reaching, we made our way to 2 temples, namely the kothinki temple and the ipoh perak cave temple. the perak cave temple was something interesting, because inside the cave were very huge and upright sculptures, which baffles me as to how they move it in and place it there.

if you have already completed your primary 1 math, this is the third temple i have visited this trip, so far.

after the temples, we headed for penang. the bus crossed the penang bridge which was the 3rd longest bridge in the entire world. the bridge wasn't as nice in the day as it is in the night - the lightings stretching across the entire bridge was astonishingly gorgeous. too bad i don't have a photo of it. we moved on to our next destination - the snake temple. initially, i was afraid of entering the temple, because from my eldest brother's experience, he said that the snakes were left to roam about the temple. people believe that the snakes will not bite or hurt people because of the incense smoke they breathe in from joss sticks. since i believe in Christ, i thought that was bullshit. anyhow, i made my way into the temple stealthily, still very afraid that the snakes will hurt me.

then, my father paid for the ticket to enter the snake farm in the temple. it was RM5 per person, which was quite worth it. its attraction was a 23ft long python. somehow, the snake has this aura around it, clearly telling every living thing to move away from it.
or maybe not.? this guy (or girl) took a step into the enclosure without asking the keeper, picked up the gigantic fat snake, and asked his/her friend to snap a picture with his/her handphone. you don't tell me that you're a gangster unless you dare to do this. i think the snake likes big mac and fries, or else it wouldn't have been this present size.

and so, i visited the fourth temple.

next, we were brought to a shop selling thai products. they had samples of tongkat ali (viagra), special herbal soup, and the one that had me stunned was this -

you wanna know what is this, go look up the dictionary. yay, the chinese teachers in newtown will love me for doing this. of course, i didn't even go near it. it was too disgusting.

i recall the time i had a plate of dog meat in front of me in taiwan - i ate it happily, all along thinking that it was mutton meat according to my dad. it tasted a bit like mutton, but not exactly like it. then i remembered that we would be given the chance to taste dog meat, and bloody hell, i looked up and saw the eyes of my family members staring at me. i spat all of it out.

we headed back to our hotels and check in. this time, the hotel wasn't as good as the one in KL. the air conditioning was bad, the toilet were prone to floods, and the floors were dirty. but we had connecting rooms with our parents.

all of us took our bath, and gathered at the lobby. my father decided to experience the night life in penang, and thus, i enjoyed my first ever night in a pub. the waiter told us that there will be a live band performing soon, and my eldest brother opted strongly for that pub. there were many pubs along the whole stretch of road. we ordered our drinks - my mom asked for a non alcoholic drink and got an orange juice, both my brothers ordered some foreign-to-me alcohol cocktail, my father settled for a bottle of stout, and i.? the waiter started spitting out suggestions, none of which i could comprehend. finally, he stopped. because of that, i had to choose the last cocktail he described, because i couldn't remember the others he had earlier on said. my eldest brother said the drink i ordered is usually drank at beaches. er, okay, so.?

the pictures at the night pub:

the live band was super good. the guitarist, the keyboardist, the bassist, the drummer and the 4 even better singers. they must be professionals.

nothing much to say about the temples i visited. so, i'm at six, and as if it's not enough, we headed for the next temple, supposedly the most beautiful temple in penang. it is called the Kek Lok Si temple. beautiful things don't have stupid names, and stupid things - they aren't beautiful. take for example the mole girl in my class i have been mentioning about for at least 2 entries. it is simple - when you're ugly and in need of a plastic surgery, your name coincidentally starts with the letter M.

i shall move on. we were lost in the Kek Lok Si temple, because of the crowd there. there were shops set up at both sides of the step leading up to the temple. to get up to the temple, we had to maneuver through the crowd, in which those coming down were hot and sweaty, stuffy clothings that collected a lot of dust, and the humidity that was kept inside the covered tent all the way up to the temple. there was a human jam there, and the shop tenants didn't help one bit by shouting loudly so as to advertise the things they are selling. more tall sculptures, more altars, more burning joss sticks, and sad to say, much much more beggars in a worser state as the one before. one of the beggars was lying on the floor, nodding his head constantly, knocking the cup he was holding on the floor to make a sound, and showing the fresh and bloody wounds he had on his legs. the wounds were like that of a wound a diabetic patient in a later stage will get. i wanted to help out by dropping a coin into the cup, but was afraid the other beggars will pull my pants, drag me down, choke me on the neck, and demand money. fuck, it was a disgusting yet sad sight, looking at the plight the beggars were in. i must say, it has been a long time since i witness somebody begging in singapore (put aside the freelance musicians). we have to show some love to these people, yo. but before you do, recognise the surroundings of the temple first.














they had enough turtles to open a seafood shop specialising in boiled turtle broth, deep fried spicy turtle meat, turtle fried rice, dry turtle mee, and turtle hum using its shell. an old man was selling vegetables at RM1 per stalk for feeding the turtles, which makes the water they're living in contaminated and smelly. these turtles are believed to be sacred animals. moving up more steps, i found another pond under the bridge we had to cross. in the pond were tilapias, or better known by terencejit as orh peh. the pond was so green, you can dye your hair by placing your head in the pond. the tilapias are those you can catch at freshwater lakes. wonder how they get so many of them and preserve their livelihood until they have grown to be so huge.









we were separated from my mother when she was lagged behind. we couldn't find her even after several attempts. we waited at the foot of the steps leading up to the temple for a long time under the hot sun. still, no sight of her. then 330pm came, signalling to us that it was time to board the bus. still, my mom was nowhere to be seen. my eldest brother decided to walk around the place to look for her. finally, she appeared, and started reprimanding us for not waiting for her.

so, this was the seventh temple i visited.!

we proceeded on to a Long Island Tour. the tour guide decided to cancel the trip up to penang hill, which is what i was looking forward to from the day my dad booked this trip for us. i even went on to the internet and researched on the penang hill, and see what kind of photos people took there. luckily, the tour guide made a long island tour for us, which i initially thought it was going to be fun, judging from its name. i thought it was part of the itineary specially should an emergency occur, but found out soon after that the Long Island Tour was but a name the stupid aged tour guide made up. we did nothing but stop at a fruit stall up a hill. the bus ride up the hill was tormenting - my ears got blocked every 2 minutes, and he kept on asking us to draw the curtains to see what was outside (i'd rather think to burn ourselves alive with the blistering weather). we made a stop at the uninteresting fruit stall near the peak of the hill.




we saw a wild monkey caged up beside the fruit store, and handled him an empty mentos tube. it took it, tore off the outer paper wrapping, and started licking the insides of the foil wrapping. it yawned with its mouth opened wide. cuteness.


















if you notice, we were under the hot sun almost the entire day - the botanical gardens, the thai temple, the myanmmar temple, the kek lok si temple and the Long Island Tour - and were exhausted. the tour guide 'strategically' brought us to a bayview city resort, and told us to visit the beach behind it. yes, it was under the very same hot sun. my elder brother and i retreated quickly back to the resort's lobby and played a short game of pool.



this is something very amusing. it's as good as saying:
(1) toilet is smelly when you finish doing business

(2) stomach is empty when you miss your lunch.
(3) may cause injuries when you plunge from the 32nd floor.
(4) highly audible when you whack the snare.
(5) faeces may droop when you attempt to hold it for 6 hours.

they even bothered to attach a picture of a man supposedly slipping. if you see it from the perception of a literature student, you will understand that the man is caught in a love triangle (because he is trapped in a triangle), and is in a sex position, awaiting for his partner to arrive. the problem is, he is confused as to which partner will arrive - will it be her, or her.

my first time seeing a sunken bar, which is a very creative design.




























the available activities includes parasailing, speed boat riding, and amusingly, HORSE RIDING.! i looked even harder when i sighted a horse on the beach. Malaysians are really cute people with really crazy ideas for entrepreneurship.

the tour guide didn't give us a break - he continued the tour to the night market, which is stated in the initenary that is is optional for members willing to pay S$15. he comfortably take it that everyone likes the smoke smell he bear everytime he finishes a cigarette, his super bouncable fat belly, his glasses which can be used as the eyepatch pirates wear, and thus, brought all of us to the night market. only several shops at the night market were opened.! everybody objected, and so he was rejected. he had the driver drove us back to our hotel.

but my family and i had our own night tour along with 3 other people in our tour group. we took a cab to a busy hawker, selling local delicacy. the taxis in Malaysia have no meters installed in their system, you have to decide whether the price is reasonable before you hop into the cab, and they are without air conditioning, so that the driver can take a puff while driving you to your desired destination. whole package right.? one thing in common is that they drivers there disallow 5 people in a cab at the same time. since there were 8 of us, we took 2 cabs to the hawker which was relatively far away. then, it was paradise all the way, i tell you.




the penang laksa, oyster omelette, penang fried kway teow, wanton mee, sugar cane juice, chicken satay, fruit rojak, indian rojak and chendol are all dopes, i fucking tell you. the food was heavenly, especially the penang laksa.! it's my first ever time trying the food in penang, so pardon me. the food was really gooooooood. look at the number of stalls, the number of people, PLUS the super wide variety of food.! newtown circus can drown itself in my swimming pool lah. the food somehow had a certain natural allure, despite its unkempt presentation.

don't start saying the spelling for char kway teow is wrong here okay. singaporeans don't have the right to define what char kway teow is, let alone set the spelling for it.! char kway teow in singapore sucks.! it's as good as chewing on a gum, i tell you. awesome food i tell you. i wanna have intercourse with all of the dishes.

after supper, we hailed a cab and return to our hotel, and slept with a full but happy stomach.