Day 3 in Genting Highland

8th April 2011

I'm crazy at times, but definitely not all the time. I'm not gonna do a single post solely for Part 4. It's seriously a waste of time. Even so, I'm gonna combine the last part of Day 2 with my Day 3. There's never a reason for me to miss out such a classic photos.

Tard and I bought our personal eyemask along our way back to hotel. We simply had a whale of a time at the shop outlet. Making fun of one another like it's nobody business. The shop owner was as good as non-existence. We went back to our room and had our shower. It's damn refeshing that sleepiness draw in within an hour. We had durians (Oh, we smelt holly great) and rounds of poker whacking each other.

Whacking each other was damn FUN.

We looked so funny as if we had another pair of eyes when we wore the mask.

We went for the movies. It's dirt cheap I should say. You paid less than 10 bucks (SGD) and it includes popcorn, snacks and drink. It's damn great. The popcorn was so cripsy and delicious that I kept tempting Tard with it as we waited for the show to begin. I even place a tiny piece of popcorn infront of her. I thought she might rant at me for tempting her.

I'm so wrong.

Within seconds, it's gone.

RIGHT INTO HER STOMACH.

The show was kind of calm all the way. Still, there's bits and pieces if funny moment afterall. Tard and I sat like nobody business in the theatre. From crossing our legs uglily to stacking our legs onto the other seats. Slowly, we began leaning back to back with our legs crossed uglily.

Unfortunately, there were people seated behind us. Still, we pretended that they were non-existence. I mean, who cares. They did not know us. It do be weird and funny if they recognised us. Probably some top wanted criminal, lol (Of course not, we aren't).

Anyway, we crapped happily along our way back. The weather was really cold. An auntie even commented about the coldness in the lift. Our conversation just went on an on...

First, I suggested setting fire on ourselves.

The auntie stared at us in astonishment.

Second, I suggested barbecueing ourselves over fire.

The auntie burst into laughters.

It's not the conversation that tickles her, but the way we conveyed the message to one another. It's damn funny. We made lot of noises along the corridor. We were acting like crazy parrots.

 

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9th April 2011

It's our last day and we seriously had difficulting crawling out from bed. We packed our bags and went out for shopping. Oh, not the usual shopping, but all about FOOD. We were so enthusiastic trying out the samples at a shop outlet. From cuttlefish, nuts to plums.

It's mad delicious. As for those that we were not suppose to try, we STEAL. We kept a lookout for one another. We took pieces within seconds.

Eyes wandering around to see if we were caught.

POP! Right into our mouth.

Woohoo ~ Mama-Mia

We packed them like happy mice, and forgotten about the money that we had left totally. We had only RM50 plus left. Tard was lying to herself that we not gonna exceed. I wanted to put my faith and trust in her sincerely, but my instinct told me not to. We handed all our stuffs to the cashier.

Beep beep Tak tak tak (Sounds of cashier)

-Qi - Ching-

OH SHIT!!!!

It came up to a total bill of 70 bucks plus. Ah Tard quickly took our her purse and dug desperately. We accept the reality eventually. We were so embarassed that our ears turned hotly red.

ROLLED MY EYES

Excuse me, may I know where's the nearest money exchange.

Without hesitation, off we ran to the nearest money exchange right beside the Casino. Haha, we were rushing up and down like some mad women. Good impression tarnished within a short moment.

We looked at our watched and realised it's time to check out. Worrying that the room's door might auto locked on time, we sprinted as fast as our legs could take us all the way to our room. Everyone watched us ran across the lobby. I don't mean walking fast, I really mean it.

WE RAN!!!

It's so funny and we panted like dogs upon reaching our room. AHHHHHH!!!

Haha.

Here's our last meal at Genting Highland. As usual, Ah Yi Abalone Restaurant. We got to really eat fast and much as we had no lunch break on our way back to SG. We decided to order as much as we can. In fact, we did. Take a look and I shall save my speeh here.

Yummeh Yummeh, we really had a scrumptious meal before making our way to the bus terminal.

OH MAN.

Our tour guide was the chicken that yelled at us on our very 1st day.

Tard and I were so childish that we even prepared speech in advance incase she yelled at us again. Fortunately she kept her damn mouth shut. I'm glad she learnt her mistake (haha, as if she did).

The bus on the return journey was horrible. Our seats were unadjustable and we sat like holy buddha all the way till Yong Peng. The driver was lousy and had poor driving skill. Our journey was unpeaceful. We even suffered terrible headache later on.

Upon reaching Yong Peng, we realised we were left with RM1.60. We attempted to spend it all. Unfortunately, the cheapest stuff gonna cost RM1.90. Tard kept reminding me that we were short of 30 cents. Mad infuriating.

We dinner at Lot one.

I shall say no more further. A picture speaks a thousand words.

I shall end here abruptly.

I gonna head to my bed real soon.

Good night everyone.

Have a nice day.

Cheers,

Pzyy

Day 2 in Genting Highland, Part 3

8th April 2011

The darkened night sky hung like a curtain, smooth and velvety reminded us vividly that our Genting Trip was about to end. It seriously dampened our mood. No one would prefer work to holiday unless he/she's a workaholic freak. Apparently, I born a slacker (a talented one, followed by a big sunny side up sunshine smile). We made our way to Resort Cafe after our only 1 game of playing pool. Oh, I guess I should correct myself over here. it's playing ROCKS. A table filled with rocks.

We paced slowly to the Resort Cafe. It's really chilly when a gust of wind whipped through our clothes upon boarding the escalator. Breads, a big whole chunk of bread caught our attention. We must've been starving. We totally casted personal image off our mind and went swimming up an down behind the display glass of restaurant. It's unsightly if you are curious.

Resort Cafe is strongly recommended online for it's great food and reasonable pricing. It only added up to less than RM90 for what I can remember. That included service charges as well. It's a great deat. C'mon, do your sums, it's dirt cheap. It's probably around SGD20 plus per person.

Here we go, entering the restaurant for our buffet dinner. Aroma of scrumptious food was drawing our souls away. We drooled while taking loads of pictures. Gulp my saliva down my throat in case it overflow. It took us quite sometime before we found an auspicious seating. Y'know picky women can be trouble as well. We ended up seating right in the middle of no where. Ok, it's time to grab some food.

Coming up next shall be abundant flooding of photos.

You can even make your own ice kachang.

Everything was displayed uniquely and neatly across the table.

Let the party begin, eh I mean dinner actually.

That was just Round 1 only.

Before I continue, that's the interior of the restaurant. Not bad yeah...

Tard was really fortunate that I did not splash water onto her. While we camwhore, there was this funny looking man. I'm serious, he looked funny else I wouldn't choke on my own drink. He was facing my direction. Thank god, Tard wasn't facing him, else she must have a terrible appetite later on.

Back to the man, he looked like an Indoneasian or maybe something else that I might not know. He was bald in the middle (no personal attack), and he tied a ponytail. Ok, I admitted that I sort of turned off. He looked at me and nodded his head like almost a minute displaying his entire row of teeth. He kept blinking his eyes that really disgust me to the max.

Though he disgusted me, but he looked really damn FUNNY. I choked on my own water and I'm not sure if Tard noticed that. I nearly splashed it all over her. The buddha must have heard our prayers in the afternoon that stopped further tragedies from happening.

In less than 30 minutes, we had our Round 2 of food.

Or maybe even Round 3.

The desserts looked really appetizing in terms of appearance and taste.

We had some fruits for digestion at the end of our meal when Tard told me...

She got a special feel!!!

Oh pls, not special feel towards me of course.

It refers to...

SHE WANTED TO SHIT.

I'm in the mid of chewing my orange when she said that. I'm totally disgusted as though my dinner was not gonna digest for the day. To make it fair for everyone, I added on to her stories. I told her everything about shit and her face changed immediately. Imma so proud of my own doing.

What's worst?

We ended up chit chatting about shit topic over our teabreaks. It ranged from the colour to the aroma. We were totally disgusting to be on such a great topic. Next destination was...

TOILET

As usual, we sat side by side in the cubicles. We chatted happily about forcing "it" out. Apparently, we failed to do so. Still, we didn't feel embarass about it despite people entering the washroom hearing our topics. Well, it could be due to the reason of being thick skinned. Anyway, we were foreigners. I doubt anyone knew us there. It's definitely eccentric if there's any.

We went for a few rounds of bowling before heading back to our hotel.

Tada, I've mark the end of Part 3 as my com was lagging like crazy due to massive upload.

Stay tuned for my Part 4. Well, its of nothing much except our very very very extreme naked face. We got loads of haters and we knew it of course. I never speak of it as I believe these haters are not gonna affect my life. They would tag nasty remarks at my tagboard commenting Ah Tard's thick makeup or mine as well. It seriously doesn't matter. Whether are we plastics or not, it's still our own business at the end of the day. Am I right saying that yeah? ~

Anyway, if you believe that we looked really frightening. Pls kindly suck in your breathes before you are ready for Part 4. Haha.

Have a nice day everyone.

Cheers,

Pzyy

Day 2 in Genting Highland, Part 2

8th April 2011

My semi opened eyelids shielded my eyes from the invincible rays of the afternoon that showed no mercy. Still, we went on with our journey. Chin Swee Temple was part of our intended itinenary actually. It was a really last minute decision to pay a visit there. We initiate the idea to the driver and that ass told us to topped up another 20 bucks and waited 20 minutes for us and I really wished he could shut his gap. You got to really read on to find out more regarding so and so. He's damn annoying and tripped my alarm zone.

He verbally told us what to do and not, and I swear he's a damn liar telling us the negatives only.

Aiya, that one ar! There's nothing over there.

That is for praying, no need to visit.

Very small area only, one small round will do.

There's no need to go all the way up, take a few shots will do.

What the fuck?

Isn't it so?

It's a mountain over there, it's undoubtedly big. There's one stretch of buddhas and statues for phototaking, I'm sure that's a lot larger than just a round. He said we need not pray. This is the main point that I wished to emphasize about. The main purpose of visiting a temple is to pray.

And...

He's telling us not to pray.

Then...

For what?

To stone there for tourist visiting AR.

Mad infuriating to the MAX.

Y'know, Tard and I seriously need to sing some prayers. First, we are jinxed, for life which I hope not. We expect bird poo falling from sky even when we were walking in the mid of town. Second, we mouthbad about all sort of nonsense. It probably began from mocking to cursing death of OURSELVES. Apparently, it's all intentionally.

I totally see the importance to pray despite being a free-thinker.

The cerulean blue sky was brightened by the blast of rays from the afternoon sun upon alighting from the cranky old cab. Every inch of land was baked to a golden brown that included me as well. I hated the scorching hot weather as it's scorching my skin. OUCH, it hurt even when we were at Genting Highlands.

For your info, Genting Highlands wasn't as cold as the past. It could be due to global warming. I guess so. They installed no air-con in their hotel (which is an important factor). There might be someday when Genting Highlands was no longer cooling. I mean scorching hot extend.

Are they gonna install air-cons by then?

Air-con is an amazing tool. To me, it's the greatest invention. It cools you down withing seconds. Sleeping through the night with silky smooth skin. Non-stick (Haha, sounds like some frying pan) despite the freaking hot weather.

Well... well... well...

Who invented that?

Love him/her.

I seriously had difficulty opening my eyes when Tard wanted to camwhore in the mid of nowhere.

20 minutes was definitely too rush. We could have taken more pictures if the spoiler wasn't around. I swear, he was really getting on our nervers. We stood at a shelter looking out for more exploration. Misery displayed across his face, he acted worned out and desperate to make us leave. Pulling a long face, we boarded the cab reluctantly.

Next thing...

I felt like slapping his damn face.

Hey hey, we paid full fare and we didn't even comb the entire Chin Swee Temple for 20 minute (probably less than 15 minutes). This driver claimed to be in a great rush and blah blah blah so on. He was driving us nuts. He suggested dropping us somewhere...

WHERE?

I didn't even know where the hell he intended to drop us.

Probably somewhere in the middle of the road near Themepark Hotel where cars were speeding up and downs. I didn't even see a pavement for pedestrains. Neither do I see human beings walking in the middle of the road. Hey, it's Malaysia. We were so new to the traffic rules and so on. It was crazy and I didn't want to die in foreign countries.

WE REJECTED HIM IMMEDIATELY.

That crazy cab driver got fucking nuts. It's a road with only single lane. Y'know single lane for one car. You shall not see 2 cars in a lane. That ding dang dong (It refers to mad man), attempted to squeeze in right beside a big car in a single lane with high speed. He failed obviously but that's not my point.

It's damn dangerous OKAY.

I'm fine if he wished to die.

He can jolly well run into another car in search for his own death. It's so wrong of him to put our life at risk.

FAINT!

Why is it so happening?

I sincerely wished for peace and quietness.

Took a random photo with a clown. By the way, it was really tiring to explore around Strawberry Farm and Chin Swee Temple. They might not be really huge and spacious, but it definitely exhaust our energy. Swirling around crazily in joy shall be one of the main factor. After a day (not even 1 day), my legs already felt like lead and my shoulder bag was like ton of bricks pulling me down.

We took a short rest at the hotel before setting out again.

PLEASE!!! DO NOT PLAY POOL OR BILLARD!!!

It's really lousy. We were forced to play as we had too much time to spend. The table was greenish and greyish blue. There was a point of time that I even began to suspect that the table wasn't flat. I always thought it was my imagination. In fact, it's not smooth.




We felt as if we were playing...

ROCK.



The que ball looked like a rock totally. It didn't roll stright at all. It would tumbled around like the way you roll a stone on your table. It sucks. It was a regretful decision. Once bitten, twice shy; I'll never visit ever again unless I'm sick in mind (Or whatever that you say).

I shall end here for the time being. Let me get some refreshments and I'll try to continue with my little updates here and there. I'm dead tired after an entire working day. Stay tuned and I should complete my Genting Trip by this week.




Cross my fingers and say a little prayers.




Ma-ma Mia

Eh eh, just kidding. That's not the prayers.


Have a nice day.


Cheers,
Pzyy