Going to and back from Melaka alone felt like being a secret agent. Like how I had the freedom to beat up an officer in an isolated corner of the immigration place, put on his uniform, get into the headquarters and retrieve/edit travelling records. Nice.

I rode my cousin's bike over there and it wasn't a pleasant experience man. I managed to get the machine moving for 20 metres and it, in this case, so as us, fell. The left rear window broke, tragically. Got 2 scars. Rar.