Back from a trip that followed the same layout and pacing of a trip that we said we'd "better not do anymore - there's nothing for us here" - evidently the Dad forgot, but if the Dad sez we is going on famlee vaycay then we is going on 'famlee' vaycay. I think the most exciting bit was going on Tiger airways, my very first time on a budget airline, whereupon as we walked out to the stairs [never done that before, other than in China I think - most are covered walkways] and I had my camera out the lady said "NO PHOTOS" so I was a dick and took about 7, I think, as I progressed upwards. They're very effective - spent the hour of flight filling in immigration cards and there we were.
The rest of it was a blur of taxi up to Genting [according to the Dad the driver was doing 140 and was alternating between three phones the illegal way], cig smoke, walking, waiting, watching the last F1 race again and spoilering people waiting around us [not that they cared or anything], walking 15 minutes to another hotel's Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf to get some constructive work done for two days, watching really horrific made for telly movies like Jekyll, whose idea of a modern-day Hyde has a pompadour and ends up shedding his massive sideburns and dubious goatee when he turns back into Jekyll. We also watched Speed Racer, which was not made for telly, but awful all the same. Grand Pree?!? Can't even say Grahnd Pree like the in-show commentators do, and you'd think they'd get a hint and really 3 mil is like nothing in the world of grand prix racing and what is Rain doing attempting to pronounce 'commodity' I couldn't stop laughing/crying. What do I expect from the Wachowskis? Fuck nothing. Anyway, the best one was this show that even featured main character narration that managed to beat out both Speed Racer and Jekyll in betterness, so I Do (But I Don't) is alright but its name tragically really does not reflect the plot. Anyway the rest of it involved getting pretty sick on the way down, discovering that the so-called hotel reservation hadn't been made at the decent hotel we wanted to be at [for a nice spa and pool and bar] and the Dad did not want to make a fuss about the idiocy of the entire thing until he came back from another hotel that was half the price and then made a fuss about it for feedback because he didn't want to pay for the decent hotel in the end. So we spent a night in a hotel that has existed since the early 1960s and the stains on the sheets looked about as old as well. I watched an indie Polish documentary halfway which does not have a synopsis on the web, unfortunately, and
silencestation had a panic attack in the night and that did not turn out so well.
We viciously spent the Dad's money [not quite successfully, we're not very good at this, we didn't spend in Genting at all, the spa in the second hotel was terrifying and when I wandered into the 'bar' a couple of cleaners looked at me with great bewilderment] on maybe about three to four cups of tea, a punky/rock double-buckle wrist-cuff, card collecting albums, hundreds of card sheaths, a chair for Tea, craptons of Decepticon insignias [could not bring myself to even touch the Autobot ones at all], three fancy hats [one is a Decepticon cap, a grey houndstooth newsboy cap and a classy Buttonman stripe trilby] and matching pinstripe pants [black and grey, both 50% off while the Dad was looking for bags for his girlfriend and I lost interest]. Oh yes, and a sweet pink wallet for
silencestation to match her handphone. Ask to see it when you see us.
In the meantime, the bad air quality due to excessive cig smoke both indoors and outdoors in KL sliced my throat up, and the excessive cold in the crappy hotel gave me a cold, and I'm just relieved that during my obsessive temperature-taking I'm 36 degrees [haha Placebo reference]. I am somewhat concerned and would go to the doctor just in case I am what H1N1esque or something but I am also almost sure it will lead to complete overreaction like it did for poor Aki here [though m'dear I can barely think that dengue is much better - take care you], but it wouldn't be. So I will be careful around Jun and pray Panadol saves my soul, or something.
In other news, I got my first Rock Band vocal gold stars the night before we left, as I desperately clung to my fake instruments and my Wii dlc. But there are embarrassing things so here's some visual evidence with the embarrassing stuff censored.

We also had brief famlee bonding time while I employed both Jun and the Dad in my attempts to take dewy plant macros, to no avail. I will post pictures of Unhappy Spider sometime. Right now I am home but still in despair because I still have to fight with the college bidding system for my fifth and last module, of which I may not be able to get, and subsequently fuck up my year timing. I am trying not to think about it.
The rest of it was a blur of taxi up to Genting [according to the Dad the driver was doing 140 and was alternating between three phones the illegal way], cig smoke, walking, waiting, watching the last F1 race again and spoilering people waiting around us [not that they cared or anything], walking 15 minutes to another hotel's Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf to get some constructive work done for two days, watching really horrific made for telly movies like Jekyll, whose idea of a modern-day Hyde has a pompadour and ends up shedding his massive sideburns and dubious goatee when he turns back into Jekyll. We also watched Speed Racer, which was not made for telly, but awful all the same. Grand Pree?!? Can't even say Grahnd Pree like the in-show commentators do, and you'd think they'd get a hint and really 3 mil is like nothing in the world of grand prix racing and what is Rain doing attempting to pronounce 'commodity' I couldn't stop laughing/crying. What do I expect from the Wachowskis? Fuck nothing. Anyway, the best one was this show that even featured main character narration that managed to beat out both Speed Racer and Jekyll in betterness, so I Do (But I Don't) is alright but its name tragically really does not reflect the plot. Anyway the rest of it involved getting pretty sick on the way down, discovering that the so-called hotel reservation hadn't been made at the decent hotel we wanted to be at [for a nice spa and pool and bar] and the Dad did not want to make a fuss about the idiocy of the entire thing until he came back from another hotel that was half the price and then made a fuss about it for feedback because he didn't want to pay for the decent hotel in the end. So we spent a night in a hotel that has existed since the early 1960s and the stains on the sheets looked about as old as well. I watched an indie Polish documentary halfway which does not have a synopsis on the web, unfortunately, and
We viciously spent the Dad's money [not quite successfully, we're not very good at this, we didn't spend in Genting at all, the spa in the second hotel was terrifying and when I wandered into the 'bar' a couple of cleaners looked at me with great bewilderment] on maybe about three to four cups of tea, a punky/rock double-buckle wrist-cuff, card collecting albums, hundreds of card sheaths, a chair for Tea, craptons of Decepticon insignias [could not bring myself to even touch the Autobot ones at all], three fancy hats [one is a Decepticon cap, a grey houndstooth newsboy cap and a classy Buttonman stripe trilby] and matching pinstripe pants [black and grey, both 50% off while the Dad was looking for bags for his girlfriend and I lost interest]. Oh yes, and a sweet pink wallet for
In the meantime, the bad air quality due to excessive cig smoke both indoors and outdoors in KL sliced my throat up, and the excessive cold in the crappy hotel gave me a cold, and I'm just relieved that during my obsessive temperature-taking I'm 36 degrees [haha Placebo reference]. I am somewhat concerned and would go to the doctor just in case I am what H1N1esque or something but I am also almost sure it will lead to complete overreaction like it did for poor Aki here [though m'dear I can barely think that dengue is much better - take care you], but it wouldn't be. So I will be careful around Jun and pray Panadol saves my soul, or something.
In other news, I got my first Rock Band vocal gold stars the night before we left, as I desperately clung to my fake instruments and my Wii dlc. But there are embarrassing things so here's some visual evidence with the embarrassing stuff censored.

We also had brief famlee bonding time while I employed both Jun and the Dad in my attempts to take dewy plant macros, to no avail. I will post pictures of Unhappy Spider sometime. Right now I am home but still in despair because I still have to fight with the college bidding system for my fifth and last module, of which I may not be able to get, and subsequently fuck up my year timing. I am trying not to think about it.
being:
nauseated
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sleepy

exhausted

calm
I WANT TO PLAY COH
geeky
cheerful


crazy
blah
busy