Location: Hostel, Imatra
Time: 2244 Finland
Weather: cold
Room mates: Russians, Taiwanese
Feeling: Shagged. Swee Ting is dead…

The 3 other students who were with us decided to wake the whole inn up just because they realized that the sun was rising at 5.30a.m. Click click click. “SO BEAUTIFUL! THE SKY IS SO RED. THE SUN IS SO RED. SO BEAUTIFUL!” Click click click. Damn it. Shut up already. Half the world heard you, not to mention the 2 other babes stuck in the room with you.

After we checked out, we had to walk to the nearby bus stop with luggage. The path wasn’t even a proper walkway. It is like a path created by one million and one people tramping and dragging to and from the inn. Pilling our luggage along the rocky path was an ass. The luggage seemed to weigh 10 times the original. People of Finland are nice though. This man of mid fifties even helped Swee Ting carry her disintegrating bag to the bus stop. There was also another man who amazingly carried 2 of our trolleys off the bus for us. At the train station, the sky decided to pull a stunt. It rained. We had to pull our luggage through 100m of rain and the dumb train station didn’t have a ramp to help with the dragging of the trolleys. (Swee: At least all your luagge have something called WHEELS. I was typically carrying my luggage when you all were dragging ok …)

On the train, we were supposed to sit in the area where most people would sit but we decided to plant our butts in the private cabins. The train conductor didn’t even object when he checked our tickets. So throughout our 2hr plus trip to our universities, Swee Ting and another girl became the sleeping gods. Actually, the girl was the sleeping god and Swee Ting was the concubine. '





Dedicted to Hong Hui Qing. Please do not start singing the money song.

I shall end here for Kux. For she too, died on the bed though I died before her.

We promise to abide by Espall’s #1 rule

24th Aug 08