We should go Genting together... haha... have some fun...
1st Day
Went down to the car early so we could reach the rally point, Raffles Marina, but unfortunately, we were tied down with putting stupid stickers on the car. Although i must say it did draw attention and that greatly pleased me. haha. When we reached there, we saw that we were not the only ones late. In fact there were those who were even more late. We even saw another Trajet - who apparently was also on the Shell sponsored trip because of the stickers in his car - speeding down the road to reach the destination. When we reached, events were predictable, mundane, and boring, although kind of important for the drivers. Anyway, we soon left. My dad the Petrol Station Manager apparently hadn't filled up his tank to the three quarter way mark, and so we made a long detour to the nearest station before heading for the causeway.
As you would imagine, this seriously slowed us down. Long story short, although there were people later than us when we reached the hotel, it wasn't as fun cuz we weren't travelling as a group.
Anyway, a few notes was that we went to a wrong hotel. When we called the organisers were we duly informed that the hotel was "way up there". Feeling the lack of "COLD", we immediately brightened up with the knowledge that we would indeed be living in "COLDness". haha. Anyway, while we were travelling up, we saw fog rising up from some of the roofs on some buildings there. Oddly enough, none of us felt cold. Anyway, when we were directed to the carpark, the scenery was beautiful. There was a cable car right next to out car park. A ride that we took later in the trip. The entire complex was huge. Not the way that you would imagine a huge complex to be, but when you go there, you would call it that, too.
Anyway, me being me, i had to take a shit. And really bad too. As some people may noe from my graphic stories, when i go to significantly higher grounds, or air for that matter, i usually need to take a shit, and that day was no exception. So we rushed to the lobby of the hotel, where we got a room. My parents were unhappy though cuz they tot we were getting two rooms. They tot it was great value, and although it actually still was, it wasn't as reat as we had expected. The room was ok and stuff.
Well, back to my shitting saga. As you would have guessed, i successfully shat. Now the thing about the toilet bowl was that the water level was damn high. Now this greatly contributed to helping one release the stool into a nice banana shape into the bowl. However, it also meant that your "cheeks" were dangerously close to the hazardous material. In fact, i had a few moments where contact was made, and i can speak honestly from the heart, that that wasn't all too gratifying.
There was a "shower for the ass" thigny there but you don't seriously think that i would have used it do you? If i hadn't aimed the shower head properly, it would have been the equivalent of me having a shower and wiping my arse right there and then in the shower, if you get what i mean. Even if i did "hit the mark", it was a high chance that remnants of my stuff would have been flung far and wide and that scenario was even less pleasant.
So i did what i did and wiped my arse with some toilet paper there. On a side note, by the end of the three day trip, we had finished close to five rolls.
La di da and time passed. We went exploring and i would guess you can imagine the rest of the story.
While walking back, I decided to (act hero haha..) and take off my jacket. Besides, it was inadequate anyway. Firstly it was small, and secondly it was made of a single layer of irritating plastic. The type that couldn't protect you from the "cold" of an ice cube. Anyway, besides the fact that i wanted to act like a hero, i told myself one might as well enjoy the weather. Truth be told, I didn't feel all that cold except for the windchill. Perhaps even more odd was that i felt warmer - rather, less cold - than when i was wearing the jacket.
There's one thing though that irked me greatly. When sleeping, i noticed that i kept waking up to go and shit. Involuntary of course. And each time, i only ended up farting. And i mean serious farting, with absolutely no shit in sight. The spooky thing though, was that I kept waking exactly one hour from my last farting parade, and i mean EXACTLY! odd eh?
2nd Day
Today, we decided was the best day to go to the theme park that Genting had to offer. Besides, we were given free tickets. Nothing much to say though. For every ride that i went on you would say exactly the same thing.
Some things to note though. The monorail goes incredibly slow. I mean seriously. No speding up at the center or anything. My baby sister could walk the whole track, with rest, and still be faster than it. Although i must say that the view from one part the ride was beautiful as we got to see some nice mountains, below us.
The motorised boats are pretty fun but apprently the ppl there don't noe how to have fun. For those of you who what that is, it's like a rubber tube with an engine in the middle. In fact, my batch of riders were the only ones who created any splashes at all. Especially when i banged the other people, boy were there splashes. Erm, let me rephrase that. "We made many big splashes when our boats hit each other."
Another thing to note is that the "Grand Prix Racing Carts" go about as slow as my toenail grows. Well, not that slow, but i bet you if i farted into the gas tank, the whole damn thing would have sped off like a rocket. I wasn't used to this cart. In fact, i'm used to ones that can go up to 70Kph. This one probably went at a top speed of 15 kph, probably less. And the thing was that the engine was not straining. In fact, it was almost idling. Those damn, erm, fellas apparently had loosened the darned accelerator cable to an extent that "pedal to the metal" meant brisk walk.
Another funny thing is a ride where one is pumped up all the way to the top of a tall steel structure, then dropped down. I can't really explain it, well at least not now, but i', sure you've seen something like that before. The extremely funny thing was how most of the men there held on tightly, probably unconsciously, to their safety harnesses, and that the girls didn't. Well girls, don't go laughing away cuz in fact, the girls arms were flailing around. A funny incident with that ride was that after being dropped, we heard an odd high pitched, blood-curling kind of scream. Not blood-curling of course but kind of like that. The extremely funny thing was that it was a guy. Now the descent of the ride is slowed down by air pressure, so when it reaches the bottom it kind of bounces up and down on pistons, until it finally reaches the bottom. That cowardly guy screamed for every single drop that the ride made. Even when it was descending slowly back to the floor after all the bouncing had stopped. Haha.
Later that night, we went to a dinner hosted by Shell. We had all the participants there. And sitting right across me at our round table was the daughter of the family that was sharing the table with us. From the moment she talked i had a feeling she was very smart. In fact, she reminded me a seriously smart and pretty girl back in primary school that i had a serious crush on. The darn thing was that i never got the guts to say more than two words her. In fact the longest conversation i ever had with her was, "Hey Jia Yun! Smile leh! Haha", and then my friends and i giggled at her with braces. Back to this girl anyway, i was like staring dumbly at my fingernails not daring to look at her directly. As you would imagine, my efforts to find a perfect time to start a conversation with her brother, who was sitting next to me, failed too, miserably. We didn't say a word to each other. All i got was that she lived in Serangoon and that too was thru her father's conversation with my dad. She looked and sounded sweet too. I, of course missed any chance of even being plain friends with her. Being friends with a person like that would have extremely gratifying even if just from a companionship standpoint. It's very fun, well at least for me, to talk to someone like that. I could probably hold a very long conversation with someone like her, so long as i wasn't intimidated by her.
Well, what else could you expect for a guy like me. That's life. Bury yourself in hobbies and paperwork and you'll forget, and i emphasise, ONLY FORGET, your troubles.
We decided to watch a few movies, The Incredibles and Shark Tale, good shows that were unfortunately overshadowed by my own moronity of not opening my damn mouth even if just to say hello. My own pride feeds my loneliness.
I forgot to mention that i didn't wear any coat or anything at all that day. And i didn't feel cold or any of the effects of windchill at all. All this, while other people were shivering. Ah, the wonders of desensitizing eh? (When fishing the other day, even one guy who said it wasn't cold while two other friends were saying it was, eventually gave in and had to borrow a coat. The humourous part was that i actually found it rather hot.)
Still bought a triple-purpose coat anyway from Giordano. 200RM. Cloth coat in side, can connect a flannel kind of material windbreaker outside and can add a hood. All detachable. Not bad lah, but it was too late cuz i wasn't feeling cold.
3rd Day
Took the cable car ride today. It was about a twenty minute ride for free of course since we had complimentary tickets. It costs aound 5 Rm which is roughly equivalent to SGD$2.50. And although the ride seems damn long in terms of time, it moves ratehr fast so you wouldn't be surprised if i told you the cable car track was 4++ Km, for just one way. There was another station down below of course. The ride can be used both for traveling up and down with luggage or as just a ride. Unfortunately, it had rained last night and the surroudnings were pretty foggy.
Ladi da, we met the girls family on the way to the car. I just said goodbye and didn't look at her. Which was a stupid thing to do of course but my rationale at the time was why torture yourself with something that's too late to change. Well I can tell you that from the moment i entered the car, i began to feel the consequences of my mistake. That was torture. And i began to wonder why i always feel like that. Am i that fucking desperate for someone to think about, that i torture myself?
As we exited the carpark, i saw that they were still at the lobby, in their car of course, but waiting for something. I was hoping that they would catch up with us but they didn't.
On the way back, the rain was very heavy contributing to very low visibility. In fact, when forests and mangroves skirted the highway, the weather caused mist to rise from the trees, further shrouding the roads.
Along the NS Highway, I counted five separate accidents, involving around a total 20 cars. There were all noticeably Malaysian. Haha.. Thankfully though, there were no fatalities and apparently no injuries.
We wanted to stay another night but we couldn't tahan it. So we stopped at the Ayer Keroh Rest Station, a place that we are regulars at, although i personally feel the standards there are like crap. Absolutely unsettling.
The causeway was crazy event. Some fuckwits were going into the lane for lorries and then later cutting into our lanes. The unusual thing was that clearance thru Malaysia was surprisingly fast. The Singapore side took an hour of our time. In fact, my dad was so pissed with the drivers in front giving way so easily that he pointed the middle finger at the hundreds of drivers in front and cursed some hokkien words with a meaning similar to that of F****** your elder brother, and then he drove into the lorry lane too. haha... needless to say, there was a lot of cutting queues.
But i totally blame this on the fucking Administration for the Causeway. Only five fucking booths were open on a Sunday night. In fact, when we finally reached the booth, the guy there was like disinetested and doing a fucking slow job. If we weren't in a hurry at that moment, and i was the driver, i would have told him off. Dumb FUcktards!!! I had to pee you see. In fact i had been holding in the rising tide for nearly an hour, and the dam was about to giveway. It's a good thing i'm a guy else i'm sure the damn thing would have just leaked out. But seriously, the fuckwits have been seeing this kind problems since the opening of the causeway but they do nothing about it. Why then build so many booths?
Anyway, needless to say, i did manage to pee. In fact i pee-ed in the station where the tiolets are inside the store.
One last point. Did you ever notice how fucking biased the Malaysians newspapers are? At first i tot they were plainly not that educated in English. Till i read one article. I'll honestly tell you that the article was so damn biased, you could have plastered the words biased all over it and it wouldn't have been more obvious. It's a shame that it's against the law to bring back their papers otherwise me and some friends could have had a good laugh over it. I mean common, at least be a little more subtle with it. Look at the Singapore Government, all the "propoganda" in in the school books and they're quite subtle. In fact, if one had a set perspective against the PAP, one probably wouldn't be affected by the subtleties. It could probably only win over the undecided voters.
Another thing was that i saw some seriously good spots for fishing... haha.. always looking for potential eh? haha..
Cheers.
FusionStream, out.
email me for pics.... i think i've got a movie of "that ride" too..... :p
