hello i'm back i'm back and i love my country!
the coach ride up to genting was a biartch. i swear it was a frigging ten hours ride inclusive of breakfast and lunch.
the weather was perfect, cold but not bone-chillin cold like the times in korea. and then there's this swirlin mist and then there's such pretty lightings, and then i go aHhhH, this must be the fog eugene o'neills talkin about. it makes one feel like reality must be somewhere behind the clouds, you know its always lingerin but so long as it is out of sight, your just contented because you are safe in a warm place with soft lights. good thing i was with a craazzzy bunch of guys or i would have spent my brief sojourn there being poetic.
we spent the second day at the theme park, and there's this blood curdlin ride which was say 30m high, no shite. so on a brilliant stroke of impulse we went up the ride, and now i'm scared of lifts *laughs*
gah, i'll just post up the cranky pics, no time to blog more!
the coach ride up to genting was a biartch. i swear it was a frigging ten hours ride inclusive of breakfast and lunch.
the weather was perfect, cold but not bone-chillin cold like the times in korea. and then there's this swirlin mist and then there's such pretty lightings, and then i go aHhhH, this must be the fog eugene o'neills talkin about. it makes one feel like reality must be somewhere behind the clouds, you know its always lingerin but so long as it is out of sight, your just contented because you are safe in a warm place with soft lights. good thing i was with a craazzzy bunch of guys or i would have spent my brief sojourn there being poetic.
we spent the second day at the theme park, and there's this blood curdlin ride which was say 30m high, no shite. so on a brilliant stroke of impulse we went up the ride, and now i'm scared of lifts *laughs*
gah, i'll just post up the cranky pics, no time to blog more!
