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June 5th

Saturday, June 12, 2010

(Genting Edition)

June 5th

It's a bright beautiful morning, though I didn't look out of the window. It felt so at least. My right hand stretch and reached for my handphone while my left rubbed my eye. 4:30am were shown clearly on the screen. I sighed. I slept at 11 at night and now I have not enough sleep. I turned over to other side, trying to get some sleep. But unfortunately, I was awake till 5:30 am, which was the time I suppose to get up.

I scrambled out of my bed and prepared myself. I got myself a sleeve-less brown pokadot white shirt under my favourite white jacket. I wore white sneakers with ankle socks unwillingly. I hated sneakers and I made a fuss while my aunt tried to talk some sense into me. I had a my favourite plain white hairband. I just realize that everything on me was white but my jean-material shorts. I look more like going for a summer vacation at Phoenix or something rather than going to somewhere cool like Genting. :P

We travelled to the pick-up point by taxi and we whooshed passed the expressway.

We were there. There was an elegent cafe at the pick-up point. It was pretty unique, the waitress was also very polite. Granpa had tea while dad had coffee. Mum and I didn't get anything. Then dad was busy snapping photos with his cam.

We went up the bus soon after the lady came and called out for us. PC55L was the bus number if I am not wrong. Mum insisted on taking photos with the huge double-decker bus. I boarded the yellow bus first and the others shadowed me.

The interial design was normal, like other buses. The difference was that the dark sandy chairs that look like typical massage chairs. It was filled with 15 such chairs and they were one seaters. The first thing that caught my eye ,while mum was finding our seats, was the plug for chargers. Then, there was the checkered blanket with the words Transtar on it , a bottle of mineral water, and a small plastic bag which I suppose in case you vomit, I am quite certain that I didn't need that today. I got to my seat for further detailed "inspection" of the seats. There was a 10" screen that you can watch movies, listen to music and play games. I doubt the music were cool. The only I was familiar with was Super Junior and Micheal Jackson. I rather listen to Justin Bieber on my AMPed =] It really was a massage chair but I utterly hate massages. They make me feel worse. The games were uber lame. Some Mario or Street Fighter or something. The screen wouldn't budge after having had to scramble to hit all the buttons avaliable. Ugh. I gave up on that.

After clearing the customs, we had breakfast on the bus. Mum kept emphasizing that it looks as if the aeroplane service. Dad and a gong got their share first. As they lift up the cover, the fragrence of the pasta-sauced meat made me drool. Now I know how Edward felt, though it didn't managed to burn my throath. It was unresistable. Soon after, I got my share. It was nyonya fish. I couldn't belief that I had the fish i always hated while dad and agong got my favourite type.

The first thing I said after the service-gal left was "Hey dad, wanna exchange?" and dad almost immediately passed me his half-completed platter. It's ok. At least better than dreading NYONYA FISH. I consoled myself. We exchanged our shares and mum complained that I had too little rice. Dad scoped some my, or maybe now HIS, fried rice to me while mum threw me some of her tang hoon. Now it's all mixed, fused together and made my platter unique. I was pretty proud of myself. *grin*

I took my first bite on my favourite broccoli. The broccoli tasted werid. There was a stench, not pleasent, though I finished that one up.

Now, the long-awaited meat. It was salty, tender. My type. I loved the sauce.

Fried rice, from the nyonya crusine,not as good compared to my granma's though. =]

After wolfing down everything, I was engrossed in my music. Only once in a blue moon that I could possibly listen music so indept but the only bad thing was that I couldn't sing along out loud. Then Yu Jing sent me a message.
Here it goes :

"Hv a safe and fun and sweet trip. Haha... C ya again. Gonna miss u. :) Have lots of fun!
From,
ur sis"

I felt someone covered the cotten blanket for me but I didn't open my eyes. It made my feet exposed though and they were now freezing cold. Them I decided to "wake up" , to get my feet covered and to enjoy the scenary.

We had a 10 mins break. I didn't go to the restroom coz I wasn't urgent. Then I got myself a refreshing bottle of Revive. I saw a large group of flies around my dad's feet. I scrambled off quickly. I. Dread. Flies.

It's 11:11 and I made a wish. Secret. Shh.... ^.~

Here's another reply from my dear friend, Yuet Yan.

"You changed number? O.o Haha, have fun yeah! Don't die on the roller coaster! Haha! I very good girl one, i don't cause troubles. Take care and God bless."

We were on our way up the mountain. I took lots of photos along the way. Even I was irritated by the constant snapping sound of my camera. Embrassed, as a matter of fact. The shade of the blue sky made the photos extra captivating. Along with the mountains that contrast the vibrate colour of the sky, the mesmerising clouds tend to stand out and making the photo almost too beautiful to be true.

We reached the hotel in one piece. I didn't relize the presure of the uphill ride only until I got off the bus. The sun was scorching when we reach. Perhaps global warming. Or it's summer.

We went for lunch at a bak gu teh store. We got herbal eggs, BGT of course and some other soups.

We were waiting to check in. It was 21C and it was fairly warm. The last time we came, the temperature was 14C. I hated the temperature. "/ We waited for almost an hour. Mum and I went shopping while dad waited to check in in another room.

We went to get some cosmetics and got a chance for a makeover. Mum wanted me to do it but unfortunately, I rejected the idea. I didn't know excalty why but I just rejected the idea. Perhaps because I felt that it was a waste of time or I was just purely scared. Either one. Or both.

Mum left me with ah gong after she left. I told him to look around cause he looked bored. He asked me where was the toilet and I had no idea. He then wandered off on his own. I totally have a bad feelin about it. Bout 5mins later, he came back safe and sound. I heaved a sigh of relief.

Ok, this is out of the topic but it just came out of no where. Random I suppose. I get it now why it's safe and SOUND because you still have the sound of heartbeat. Either you were dead. Or became a VAMPIRE. lol. K. I knnow. Vampiric. Whatever.

As I relized, it is just half of the day and I wrote a hell lot of stuff.

Ok then,

>>fast-!!!wait!!!

Before I get to my dinner, there some stuff that I had to say. I saw this haunted house as I went shopping with mum. The words which totally caught my attention was "WEREWOLF". I giggled under my breathe but mum still rised an eyebrow. I shook my head but I was sure I still had a grin at the side of my mouth.

And later on, mum herself a makeover. I was not sure. The constant howl from the haunted house needed me to purse my lips to hide my grin. I looked weird.

Ok. Now seems better.
>>fast-forward>>

Now I STRONGLY agree that my dad is insane. It was only a casual comment that we dine-in in the Olive restaurent and we ended up in the queqe of it. I stared at him with wide shocked eyes.

We had pizza. Pizza con fungi. It tasted cheesy, the mushroom has a weird taste like the broccoli this morning. A little better though.

I had shirley temple. 7-up plus some weird syrup. Sweet. too sweet. It's red in colour.

Mushroom soup- bitter - original taste. !!!$36!!!*

Oyster- no fishy smell- the fish made it crispy. !!!126!!!*

Pasta- mum touched the pasta before I could snap a photo- "may I have new one plZ?" my dad asked. --*high5* -- it tasted like this morning's meat but this one has more tomato and it was more flavourful and rich.

Salmon. Sweet. Tender. The purple potato. Mixed taste. Then came the preserved taste after the sweetness of it.

Blahblah.

Then Dad and I went to the genting museum for a look. Though it was not the first time we went in, I absolutely lurve museums. There was huge model of Genting.

>>fast-foward>>

We went car watching. We watches as cars whooshed by us. Honda, Toyota, Audi, proton, BMW, Mercedes. I remembered I saw a porche ytd. Not yellow lyke alice's. Kinda forgotten the colour. The most ones we saw was the Proton "Saga" and "Waja". It was mostly Taxi. "/ I was upsad not able to see any Subaru or Ferrari around. The last time I came, I saw a Lambojini. AWESOME!!

Um... I kinda forgotten the other stuff that happended. Anywae, nothing much happended. So jyeah. I'll end off here.

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