Family time at Genting!

Alright so here's the long overdue post about my short trip to genting, with family. Overdue only because i couldn't upload the pictures onto the computer from the camera, and this post wont mean much without pictures. It'll just be

'oh so we caught a coach up, waited, played, waited, ate, waited and took a coach back down.'

Nothing interesting, but i definitely had fun up there for about three days, escapade from the interminable drudgery that my holiday has been so far. (Nevermind, its looking up because all my friends are back and we can go shopping! :D)

So with the pictures, here goes! Presenting the people who kept me so happy for three days, i love them :)

Junzhou

The people who rode rides with me (i think my sister's behind puking her guts out, but more about that later)

My parents, best ever.

Andddddddddddddddddd, groupshot!

So i guess to organize this post, the trip can be divided into three main parts.

1. PLAYING.

Ripley's believe it or not. Oh there was this mirror beside it, it made us so giddy we couldnt even get a clear shot.

Ripley's believe it or not again, uhm this is about a guy who broke all his ribs in a shark attack and still survived i think. Honestly, im pretty cynical about that.

The flying chairs! The best ride of all the thrilling rides we've had, okay la maybe because we didn't really dare to try the crazier ones. Okay fine. I didnt. But the other rides, boats, antique cars,............honestly i loved them hahaha i think i can go dress up as an old gramma.

The fish spa! The fishes there were huge, pretty much just about nothing you'd see in singapore. And the bigger fishes actually scrape you with their teeth, and they hurt.

Another of Ripley's believe it or not. This contraption is amaaaazing. Basically its a stationary metal bridge and you walk through a tunnel thats spinning around you. We were staggering barely halfway across the bridge, and i still feel like puking when i see the picture. Oh yeah. Thats the reason for why i said my sister's puking, which i previously mentioned above.

Go karts! We waited for about an hour and a half oh godddddd okay more about the waiting part later.

And for the less intense, lovely gondolas. Actually there were a lot more not thrilling rides we took, uhm cars, monorail, boats,........pretty much all you thrill seekers out there would call boring. Honestly the monorail was in fact, pretty boring, but i loved everything else. Because i have a magical friend that you all don't, ha.

2. EATING.

Crepes,

Main meals, (Honestly, this was the only one we had i think. The kenny rogers there sucked. Imagine kenny rogers perpetually depleted of corn, carrots and pasta. Seriously??? Oh and they don't serve corn muffins oh god)

Chapatis, (they were sooooo good, on a cold day :D)

and a Macs breakfast! That was rather good too.

Basically we pretty much lived on snacks every two hours when we were there. And snacks meaning pizzas, kebabs, hot chocolate, ice cream, stuffed waffles, hot dogs..........enough to make a meal. Not those sucky things about energy drinks and small biscuits. Im still amazed we didnt put on weight, it must have been pretty cold up there.

and finallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy,
3. WAITING.
Half the time was spent waiting. Really. Look at this.

Waiting for our hotel room keys

Waiting for our tickets

We got bored waiting for the tickets so we took more pictures. In Ah Lian Angles. Guess who introduced it to us (cue look at ALA3 further down). ALA1.

ALA2.

Waiting for the rest to finish breakfast


Waiting for the haunted house

More ALA shots because we were waiting, again. ALA3.

ALA4.


Waiting for go karts

Waiting in the morning for everybody to get ready

Waiting, and pushing, jz into Ripley's tunnel

Waiting for the flying chairs

Waiting in the hotel lobby (yes seriously) because we got locked out of our hotel rooms

I do believe i have the most waiting pictures out of all three parts. But anyway, here are a few more that i particularly like,:

Group shot with mama

Tea eggs yummm

Surveying our ALA shots i believe

Gotta love the slogans

Best mum ever, i love her :)

Group shot with papa!

Me and jz weren't holding hands. We were trying to crush each other's fingers in a handshake

Jz never, ever, ever joins me in a photobomb

See my brother trying to kick jz's chair?

My lovely dad and mom :)

Anddddddddddddddddddd to end off:

'Hey i got you a flower. Will you marry me?'

'Oh me? Of course!!!!!!!!'

AWWWWWWWWW.


Okay kidding. I made him pluck the flower off the bush as our car was passing by.

Sleepy christmas

Can't wait till you're back, i miss you.
-

“Cinderella walked on broken glass, Sleeping beauty let her whole life pass by, Belle fell in love with a beast, Pocahontas risked her life for a feast, Jasmine could have had anyone but she chose a poor man, and Ariel, she walked on land.”

So many people dislike fairytales because it makes us believe in love, believe that a prince will swoop down and save us when something goes wrong. But I’ve come to realise that in every fairytale-like movie, every girl took a risk. Took a risk for love, took a risk in the name of love.
-lelove.

You're my one leap of faith that i'll never come to regret :)

HIMYM.

OH MY GOD HAHAHA

Time travel is real

The white gown was gorgeous. It was barely a contrast against Fawn's fair skin, so radiant it could almost shimmer. Fawn was a princess today, the happiest she'd ever been. Sequins on the gown caught the light in an iridescent plane; it was a rainbow spawn from the blessings, in full glory.

Fawn was alone in the room, her heart thumping with anxiety. On the verge of a nervous attack, it took all she had to sit, shiver, and down another Merlot. The drink scorched her throat but brought warmth to her body. The warmth she was accustomed to, in the arms of her prince. For seven years, through thick and thin, he was there for her. Today, in the fall of her 22th year, they were getting married. Two years earlier and as lovely as she would look at 24 years of age, this was the day.

The ceremony was not till later, but the pair were not allowed to set eyes on each other just yet. Why not, when they were married at heart already? Fawn rose, her underskirts rustling. She was resplendent and loved every minute, but she wanted Guy. Stumbling a little on the heavy ballgown, she traipsed outside.

The yard was draped in a bed of shamrocks but gold already adorned the crowns of the romantic Beeches scattered haphazardly around. It was magic, Guy was there. Straight backed, square shouldered, neatly cut suit of charcoal grey. Strong and bold as black but relenting enough with a hint of cream. Clean cut with a neat silhouette. Fawn loved every bit of it. There was a magnetic pull somewhere from her navel, heart and head. And as Guy turned, Fawn knew he was the one.

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It was so beautiful, boy. I can't wait to meet you in the yard later. I'd wait, i'd wait.

Corny as it sounds, but the dream had me floating about for a day already. Its so nice to fantasize sometimes. I'd write all of it down now, and wake up tomorrow with a clear head and see how much goosebumps this post gives me.

Unless of course, i continue my dream when i wake up, and get to bake warm breakfast muffins for the love of my life tomorrow morn. Corn muffins and pancakes yum. Muffins for you too Vic! <3




/edit.
The dream is still so vivid in my mind, so i went to google more images heh. Presenting what i can do to make the dream easier to visualise:

The dress (its almost exactly like what i pictured in my dream!)

The suit. The colour is close to exact, that intriguing close-to-black shade of grey. Dashing.

The yard.

Okay to clarify, my dream dress was prettier. But the dress in the photo above, its a whopping $12 mil, encrusted with diamonds and all that. Give me a simpler one any day.

Back home and dreamy.

HI EVERYBODY Im back from a three day trip to Genting.

/edit: (okay this is five days after i was back, i was so lazy to upload pictures then)
I miss you I really do. Wish you were here again.
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Yellow is the leaf that flutters down on the sidewalk from the tall birch above.
Yellow is the butterfly that whittles down mellow pitchers of rice wine.
Yellow is the double lines that frame the road and runs on for eternity.
Yellow is the slide of joy and wonders that children grow out of some day.
Yellow is the luscious plump fruits of the tree that hangs by the roadside.
Yellow is the light that brings vexation, frustration and resignation.

Yellow could have been the glorious flower instead of an ageing leaf.
Yellow could have been the spunky goldfinch instead of the yielding butterfly.
Yellow could have been the doubles of offering instead of the doubles of no stopping.
Yellow could have been the upwards swing instead of the slide to down below.
Yellow could have been the king of fruits instead of the humble mango.
Yellow could have been the go-ahead instead of the ready?-stop.

We should know

Glad you're not a time traveler

To: Balsamic vinegar
From: Me


Your scent on soft skin, is so familiar to me. The expanse of your back, which i've run my hand many a time over is akin to familiar terrain that i've travelled over, again and again. I know which marks to gloss over, which ones to worry about. My fingers siddle over familiar landmarks; I love familiarity.

The urgency of your pull, on my hip from across the couch, versus your laidback figure, stretched lazily over the covers on your bed. A laptop perpetually whines over on the table, and your cute dog is actually more silent than the whirring intricacies of modern machinery that i've yet to grasp. You've always laughed at me for that, well actually i don't need to know, because I have you.

Affint's scratch burns inflamed on my thigh, but this physical pain is what i've been so used to. A dented fingernail? Or many popped knuckles. You suck. Then again, i concede that its a fair trade-off, for you've never hurt me in any other way, not in the six years that we've known each other. You're actually that good, you know? :)

We've learnt many things together, had many firsts. You've been my first actually, the start of many more to come together. I've learnt many things from and about you too. Like how you laugh unbelievably when i do something stupid, especially when im looking for somebody to tell me that im not stupid. Or that you're willing to run up the travellator backwards, to look at the lemons stocked in Ya Kun's kitchen. With me of course. Im hardly any more alive than when i'm with you.

Yesterday night was good, and bad. The smiles and smileys were good, it spoke more than the promises or jaunts that made up our conversation. But nightmares come in the middle of the night, when i've had too much fun. You get me on a high, but its like the hangover that comes. Nevermind though,because when the sun is up and the skies are blue, troubles are chased away from me and you.

Thank you for the book you lent me, it was a good read :) That taught me the difference between leading one life, the same life, or leading a life thats half of a whole. The latter is much more appealing to me i admit. Tell me more stories soon, i miss them :)))

Its lunchtime, i've gotta go and no i wont get fat, you shouldnt too. I wish i could end this letter off with 'its dark, now, and i am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.' But then again, Henry dies when he writes this, and i dont want to die. So while its much less sweet, i'd just tell you bye! Im hungry!

I love you! Always :)

Rest stop

I've been spending quite a lot of time with the dancers so far, and comparatively very little with junzhou. I miss you. Sucks to your attachment.

ANYWAY. Tuesday we had blading and then a bbq, fun was good, food was good, everything was :) Pictures below:







We sent Venus off at Changi today early in the morn, and studied for a little at T3. Hm maybe jas will have more jazz songs for me by now, and that Char has confirmed our salsa classes this weekend. Not too long later, i'm gonna pop by the library to pick up the time traveller's wife. I've not read it yet after so long, its an old book after all, but i'll find time this holidays. And i'd buy a paperback of Memoirs or a Geisha, if mom lets me. I love collecting paperbacks of my favourite books.

p.s/ sucks even the small sized picture isnt small enough, i have to resize my pictures manually.