I had the extremely unrealistic urge to attempt to bring back with me a part of the clouds from the highlands of Genting in a bottle, but it came across as a mission-impossible idea, so all I brought back are memories, food and even more precious memories. Hmmm, shall I start to do my Math?
1.The number of times we tried the Space Shot. The hesitation to play the game started to linger from afternoon onwards, where I caught the screams from this station at the Outdoor Theme Park. It sounds like an asylum resident’s idea to get yourself strapped to a chair, raised 10 storeys above ground level and into the clouds, and get the hell ride of your life as you drop without warning from up there. The feeling of insecurity hovers above your head the entire time, despite the presence of a harness and, well, a harness. Everyone became equal at that point of time and place. If it isn’t wrecked by multiple plays the next time I set foot on Genting, it’ll definitely be a must-try.
2.The number of nights we spent there. This memory of our first overseas trip together will forever be etched in my mind. How many times in your lifetime can you get the opportunity to travel out of the country with your bunch of Besties? It’s another first time on our list.
3.The number of bruises I’m currently nursing from the multiple times we spent at the Bumper Cars. And mysteriously, all of them take the shape of Mickey Mouse. Also the number of hours we spent singing karaoke. I would probably head to Genting whenever I feel the urge to sing if I had the means to do so. RM 18 for 3 hours of singing, lovely lunch, a bunch of cute waiters popping in every now and then and a huge room was totally worth the while. The only downside would be the lack of recent songs.
4.The 4 of us. My life just became more meaningful with my Besties around, and this trip was no exception.
6.The total number of hours I slept during this 3D-2N trip, maybe slightly more. It’d be a huge waste to spend the entire night sleeping when we could use this time for doing obscenely childish stuff like asking questions and deriving the answers from poker cards. We did just that last night, and we had more than just a couple of good laughs, denial, disbelief and agreement.
Alright, I’m freaking shagged at this point of time, so if I happen to remember more stuff (despite hitting my head once at the monorail station and thrice on the tour bus), I’ll probably put it in my next entry.
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