You know what’s the best part about long trips? Nope, not when you get to bang that sweet Jap chick. Nope, not when you get the orgasmic taste of ambrosia, either. And NO, it’s not when you managed to get an upskirt shot of that mai-tai dancer. It’s the part when you finally reach home. The moment when kick off your pants and take a shit in the comfort of your favourite jamban.

Truly, there’s no place like fucking home.

Reality check…

Terengganu was tiring as hell. We went through sun, wind, rain and noisy makciks, but we managed to pull through in one piece. To sum it all up, the wedding went smoothly [despite all the elements aforementioned]. I actually exhausted both my Li-ON batteries, my 4 AAs [for the flash] and abso-fucking-lutely filled up my 1GB SD card [imagine that]. But it was fun, the lodging was excellent, the caterer provided wonderful food and we had a PS2 [my cousin's] to kill off spare time.

Will update again very soon.