genting holiday

peaked pt 2

the day started with a bath at six in da mornin. i screamed in detest. then it got cosy in the new wrap. i resume to sleep mode. everything moved so fast.

we got in the cab. abah is taking up the role of logistic manager. he has to run the show for us. its his first time. ummie handed over the role coz she had me in tow.

we stood beside the bus that will take us to the peak. when suddenly all the buses started to move. we actually missed the bus! it went by right under our nose. abah just couldnt move fast enough and he's always on smoke breaks! he failed terribly on the first hour on the job. ten mins later we settled in another bus. after all that hassle i comfort myself immediately with a nice bottle of warm milk.

i was quiet and i sleep thru the journey mostly. giving a weak smile at the customs officer. ummie was most glad with me.

after a slow hike up the very slow bus ride. we arrived foggy, wet, cool genting. the place was huge. the whole place is a resort. all prices 'resort' too. ummie was not comfortable with the loads of ppl. now ummie knew why she avoided Genting. she hates crowd. she hate being a tourist in a commercialised destination. she usually takes the unbeaten track. yet she couldnt believe how efficient the check in was. they thought of everything. their crowd control was superb. malaysia boleh... we(sgp) make up the minority of tourist. there were many many arab ppl in black suits. scary.

so we walk and walk and walk for two days. they were not able to take any rides thanx to me. so we simply see what the place have to offer. giving my parents the perfect opporunity to do some major shopping. boring.. i sleep thru them trying out clothes and shoes. its a bit of a topsy turvy whenever i am in the changing room with ummie. she never puts me down. not even during toilet breaks!

i was an angel except in the hotel room. its boring. i wanna go out where its cool and so much to see. i wake them up early to go out. when they return to the room for solat. i will start whining again when they start to slack. it works.. we would go out walking some more... heee...

abah had another first job that he failed terribly again.. ummie made him change me when i poo. when ummie heard abah was about to puke. she saved him and me of the agony. for that abah bought her two pairs of timberland.. hee...

i'm tired... just enjoy the picture essay k.... ~its in ummie's multiply...

missyE