Y Sunday, December 13, 2009
12:48 am
Day 2: Of late awakenings and annoying bratsMiscommunication, real or imagined, deliberate or accidental, remains the number one cause of conflict.
What do waking up at 9 and meeting at 9 have in common? Why, they both contain 9! Yes, 'tis but a minor miscommunication but we got an earful nonetheless. Anyway I got up at 930 which would have made me late either way.
After a non-eventful, mini-sized brunch designed to milk your every cent while keeping everyone of theirs, we hit the famed outdoor theme park.
Honestly speaking, Mc wasn't entirely wrong when he said that once you've been to Disneyland, the park in Genting will fail to elicit a wow factor.
He wasn't, to be fair, entirely right either.
They've got this awesome ride where you lie on your stomach and, to sum up, fly all over the damn place with Mc at your side bellowing lovely swear words in three different languages. Whoops and maniacal laughter suited me fine though. Fun.
Then we went on the so called corkscrew roller coaster, which was supposedly their thrill ride highlight. I'd put it at a mini version of California Adventure's California Screamin'.
Looks like I'm an adrenaline junkie!
One who was no match for the harsh rituals of rides with circular motions, commonly enjoyed by little kids.
Needless to say it was the last ride I had. No, wait. Second last would be more appropriate. The last one was the walk back to the hotel. By far the most thrilling.
Day 2: Of lost childhoods and Ami(Amy?)
The godlike arms of the abyssal 'dad of small brat' saved us, and I managed a solid hour's worth of sleep. We hit the arcades later. Typical (outdated) fare, but really, the credits were better spent on machines which gave tickets.
Common sense stopped us from bagging the top prizes. 25SGD for three face towels and a small bag was enough. I just cannot understand how people can continue that stuff for hours and come up with something like what, 5000 odd tickets? Wow.
I have to admit the machine where you catch falling stones was hella fun, though. See, we were actually GOOD at those games and got more tickets than the average person. Imagine the number of tries (and money spent) it took the person with 5000?
Next up was dropping by the cafe and saying hi to Mc's lovely pretty face of the trip.
I ordered a drink. I spoke in English 3 times. My ears heard naught but Chinese. She addressed me as sir. I walked away feeling like a disabled person.
Mc asked and told me her name was Ami. Surely it was Amy? Or did she say Annie? Or not know how to spell Annie and actually meant Annie but spelled A-M-I?
Or maybe.. Screw it.
ENGLISH MOTHERFUCKER.
DO
YOU
SPEAK
IT