I went to a beach with a couple of friends to do something really interesting, but that will only come out in the next few days when I actually find time. But for now, feasts yourself with this photos of the beautiful beaches we have here in Kuching. Forget Bali, we go KUCHING!!

I brought along with me Wong Fei Hung’s son. That man is a legend, but after his death many many years ago, instead of living behind the chinese medicine shop, and some kung fu skills for his son, he left behind his sunglasses and a bit of his flying kick skills for his son.

Maybe his flying kick is now a fusion of ….. something else.

Here is a picture you probably see a lot in Malaysian newspapers (especially with a politician / MP who tries to act innocent):

And the MPs / politicians are trying to say:

“Neh, look at those rubbish, we should do something about it” and quietly thinking, “although I think it’s OK throwing a bit rubbish here and there.”

or

“This is the site where I we are going to build the next multi billion dollar building” and quietly thinking, “although I don’t know what for so as long as it’s the citizen’s money, not my money; and it gives me the publicity.”

That aside, I trust Master Wong Fei Hung is proud of his son.

I finally managed to catch up with Alvin, and over tea, he shared with us another vulnerable side of his pasts, and to know where he came from, and all that he has achieved, this man truly deserves all the respect he gets at the moment. Isn’t it funny how some people I have spoken to perceive Alvin as an arrogant person because he is probably one of the most respectable and successful businessman / photographer in Sarawak, if not, Malaysia; but in actual fact, he is probably one of the most down-to-Earth Malaysian professional I know who is willing to share his wisdom and knowledge.

He believes in making peace within one self and with their own environment, and that is why, it is hard to see him having a bad day. Irregardless, when you’re around him, you can be guaranteed some laughters and wisdoms.

I believe that people who dares to share their vulnerable pasts, or present, are inspirations.

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3 more days in Kuching, and I haven’t met everyone yet, and haven’t finished my errands! This time, I’m going back to Australia for good, and who knows when am I coming back again.

It’s 1.55am and my tired brain is making me think about my crazy schedule when I get back to Adelaide! I am reaching on Wednesday morning and (hopefully) I’ll go straight to uni. I have a presentation (which I have yet to prepare) at Brighton High School speaking to 200+ Year 12 students about mental health and www.reachout.com.au.

August should be a quiet month, except I have a few factsheets to write, and a quiz to create.

Early September, I fly 2 hours east-north to Sydney for a weekend, then mid-September, I fly slightly over an hour east to Melbourne for 3-5 days for a Conference, and end of September, I might fly about 3-4 hours west to Perth.

Oh no.

Alwyn came to pick me and Eldon up for dinner on Sunday and Sam brought together with her an underage girl - she’s gonna say “Fuck you!” when she reads this. Bahaha!

Meet Skim, one of the few controversial Kuching bloggers I know. She believes that girls, as long as they are pretty, has the right to be bitchy. I was going to say she’s smart, but let’s just think that she’s shallow.

Her dad is one of the quite-well-known bloggers in Kuching, whom I haven’t met yet, Unker Francis - he’s a kayaking enthusiast and runs Kuching Kayak. Apparently, if I tell his dad I am her friend, I get discount. And if I tell her dad I am dating her, I get it for free I get buried 6 feet under.

Bringing Alwyn Tay with you to dinners is like bringing a paparazzi with you - or rather, a monkey carrying a camera with you. He climbs up, down, left and right, he goes over, under and around you, and comes really near your face, from front, up, left and right, and get all these weird angled shots. Here’s one to prove my point. I couldn’t be bothered to put up more of the others.

Think about how high he climbed to get this shot:

We moved to bing! coffee for some coffee after. bing! doesn’t have decaf coffee - major BOO!

Somehow, Skim looks a bit gothic here.

Tell me I can be self-conscious with friends like these:

And tell Alwyn how cute he is. It will kill him and he will be very very happy.

On Samusa’s last day, all she wanted was Sushi and donuts, which means, the Spring shopping mall again.

We went to Sushi King to hunt for some Salmon. I was quite disappointed with the amount of varieties or choices there were. But nonetheless, it’s still sushi and it has been a while since I last had sushi.

Samusa.

Sam Poh.

The owner of Equator Media, Mr Alwyn Tay, bought us 25 donuts from Big Apple after as desserts.

Time to gain back the 6 kilos I lost.  I personally like the one on the far left top corner, and the mango one at the bottom right corner. The rest was good, but wasn’t as superawesomegood as the other two.

Samusa MacFarlaine was back- somehow, we always end up coming back to Kuching at the same time (without planned), although she resides in Perth and me in Adelaide.

It was her birthday a few days ago, so we had a quiet dinner at Blablabla Restaurant, one of the very few fine dining, place in Kuching. It’s one of my favourite places to dine as well, due to their very unique menu, detailed interior and of course, superawesomegood food.

Niggy.

Samusa.

We got her a toothbrush, a sunsilk leave on anti-frizz thinggy, and a huge-ass lollipop.

The three stooges.

Yep, I had a haircut.