My Mini Holiday
Don't Laugh
Yes, you heard me...stop snickering. What's wrong with going to Genting for a holiday? Only cool people go there. The really cool ones. Just ask Uncle Lim Goh Tong.
My trip can't really be considered a 'holiday' though. It was just a one day's trip, going there in the afternoon and staying on til dinner time. Some of my friends booked a room at Awana to stay for the night but I decided not to. I can't afford to take leave you see. The thought of work piling up in my absence is enough to send any holiday-goer into a nervous, nail-biting frenzy.
To be honest, the thought of going to Genting doesn't exactly thrill me. I was only going up for the drive actually. After a rough week at work, the best way to unwind (IMO) is to tackle a few twisties with all the gung-hoism of McRae on steroids.
Alas, my dream of powering my immensely powderful plotong up the steep roads of Genting and executing glorious 4-wheel drifts with tons of opposite lock vanished the moment I hit the foot of the mountain. It was raining pretty heavily you see, and Malaysian drivers have this weird habit of slowing down to a 2kmh crawl whenever there is even the slightest hint of a drizzle.
So what was supposed to be a fun drive up turned into a 'Federal highway at rush hour' crawl a llthe way up. Bloody frustrating. After trying to pull of a few heroic overtaking manoeuvres (and almost getting killed in the process), I docilely pulled back into line between a crawling Toyota Unser and a black-smoke belching express bus.
Oh joy.
Why do people go to Genting??
After goodness knows how long, we finally arrived at the Theme Park Hotel only to be greeted by the sight of yet another friggin long traffic jam. Cars of all shapes and sizes are battling it out as they recklessly lunged around in their search for a parking spot.
Sweet :P
It took me 40 minutes to get from Subang to Genting, and another 40 minutes to find a parking spot. Bloody annoying. Plus, I was getting a headache.
Oh, did I also mention that the abovementioned drizzle had not escalated into a full-blown tropical downpour? All the outdoor areas were deserted (duh) and everyone crammed into the indoor themepark of the First World Hotel.
I've only been to the First World Hotel a handful of times since it first opened. And upon visiting it again last weekend, I was reminded of the reason why. The whole place was just too gaudy for my taste. Too plastic and artificial. Not to mention that the hotel sports what has got to be the worst paint-job of ANY building in the history of mankind. Whoever made the decision to clothe the building in such garish colours deserves to be packed into a box and shipped off to some remote island where the natives eat human genitals for dessert.
It's just so darn fugly! Most Malaysians will know what I'm talking about so I won't bother posting any photos of it here.
What I will post however are pics I took during my time there. I didn't manage to take that many pics coz my camera's battery died on my after a few shots. But I did manage to take pictures of, what I believe are, the world's most retarded looking bears. Are they supposed to attract kiddies? or send them running back into mommys arms while bawling in fear?
Beats me.
I wish to apologize to the those of you who are easily frightened by fugly bears. It wasn't my intention, really. To make up for it, here are some pictures of Me.. muahahah.
Yes, you heard me...stop snickering. What's wrong with going to Genting for a holiday? Only cool people go there. The really cool ones. Just ask Uncle Lim Goh Tong.
My trip can't really be considered a 'holiday' though. It was just a one day's trip, going there in the afternoon and staying on til dinner time. Some of my friends booked a room at Awana to stay for the night but I decided not to. I can't afford to take leave you see. The thought of work piling up in my absence is enough to send any holiday-goer into a nervous, nail-biting frenzy.
To be honest, the thought of going to Genting doesn't exactly thrill me. I was only going up for the drive actually. After a rough week at work, the best way to unwind (IMO) is to tackle a few twisties with all the gung-hoism of McRae on steroids.
Alas, my dream of powering my immensely powderful plotong up the steep roads of Genting and executing glorious 4-wheel drifts with tons of opposite lock vanished the moment I hit the foot of the mountain. It was raining pretty heavily you see, and Malaysian drivers have this weird habit of slowing down to a 2kmh crawl whenever there is even the slightest hint of a drizzle.
So what was supposed to be a fun drive up turned into a 'Federal highway at rush hour' crawl a llthe way up. Bloody frustrating. After trying to pull of a few heroic overtaking manoeuvres (and almost getting killed in the process), I docilely pulled back into line between a crawling Toyota Unser and a black-smoke belching express bus.
Oh joy.
Why do people go to Genting??
After goodness knows how long, we finally arrived at the Theme Park Hotel only to be greeted by the sight of yet another friggin long traffic jam. Cars of all shapes and sizes are battling it out as they recklessly lunged around in their search for a parking spot.
Sweet :P
It took me 40 minutes to get from Subang to Genting, and another 40 minutes to find a parking spot. Bloody annoying. Plus, I was getting a headache.
Oh, did I also mention that the abovementioned drizzle had not escalated into a full-blown tropical downpour? All the outdoor areas were deserted (duh) and everyone crammed into the indoor themepark of the First World Hotel.
I've only been to the First World Hotel a handful of times since it first opened. And upon visiting it again last weekend, I was reminded of the reason why. The whole place was just too gaudy for my taste. Too plastic and artificial. Not to mention that the hotel sports what has got to be the worst paint-job of ANY building in the history of mankind. Whoever made the decision to clothe the building in such garish colours deserves to be packed into a box and shipped off to some remote island where the natives eat human genitals for dessert.
It's just so darn fugly! Most Malaysians will know what I'm talking about so I won't bother posting any photos of it here.
What I will post however are pics I took during my time there. I didn't manage to take that many pics coz my camera's battery died on my after a few shots. But I did manage to take pictures of, what I believe are, the world's most retarded looking bears. Are they supposed to attract kiddies? or send them running back into mommys arms while bawling in fear?
Beats me.
I wish to apologize to the those of you who are easily frightened by fugly bears. It wasn't my intention, really. To make up for it, here are some pictures of Me.. muahahah.
posted by Bernard Yong at 12:37 PM
5 Comments:
what? no photo's of you blowing your cash in the casino's? come now...dont be shy..hahaha...
i find it hard to believe that u guys went to genting to play cards and video games..hahaha..oh, and read magazines...
Eeek! Them bears ARE fugly! Probably they got them really dirt cheap from kindie project for 5 year olds.
Anyways... Genting is cool. The weather I mean. Haha!
None of my friends are casino enthusiasts...hahahha.
And yes, the bears are fugly to the max. Seriously, you have to see them for real in order to get a grasp of just how hideous they are.
I guess all the money int he world can't buy good taste eh...hahah
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