The first week spent at my kampung was very simple. You can't really get connected with technology over there. So the only means of fun was the cable TV and socialising with my relatives. Though it's not often do I get to see them, it's the feeling of warmness of the soul from them that made me enjoy my stay there. It was interesting to hear rioting/fighting stories from my cousin especially. Fast fact from him, his kampung was more of a 'controlled territorial' area. Meaning if someone disturb any of the people, then the person would definitely be trying to stage a war. Sure sounds like a Mafia story alright. Mess with the family, down with the fishes.By the second week, it was all about climbing everyday. The objectives was to try to push the limits while having fun. But most of the time the latter will tend to take over, and the development was no longer the target. It was like meditation to have force the mind to fight the dampen spirits sometimes. To put the mind in the right focus and bring forth the 'Bankai' mode.
Moreoever, the company of Malaysian climbers was a welcoming treat. They were a fun bunch of people and knew what it meant to be outgoing. Even met up with Sobhi's fire poi group. He, the 'cheong' of the group, tempted me to play. Of course, there was not much style nor tricks I can perform. I ended my performance with a momentary burnt on the arms and the 'helicopter'.
Well, they say you should save the best for last. Basically, the last day of our trip was expended at Putrajaya. I termed the place, the World Cup Climbing Centre! A bloody damn good place. TAK NAK BALIK LAH SIOL! (Don't want to go home ****!) Since a picture says a thousand words, I shall let you all see the million of words right here.
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