This is going to be a pictorial post of my Langkawi trip that proceeded right after I completed the Thailand leg of my trip – meaning more pictures and pictures galore, and less walls of text (so WARNING: 58 PICTURES AHEAD). Also for the purposes of my own documentation, the days will still be counting [...]

Just came back from PD woot! Here’s the step-by-step chronological order:

Friday, 29th December 2006:
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After some long-winded planning just to catch a movie, finally Kai Tzin, Ding, and I went to Summit to watch Night at the Museum, with Esther joining us in the cineplex an hour earlier when we left her ticket at the counter.

Freaking hilarious movie and I rarely ever say that :D No stale lame jokes recycled from movie to movie because this simple idea of using a museum and the concept of everything coming to life at night.. works very well, for some reason. Somehow, everything - the characters, the props - is incredibly simple and tasteful yet the movie manages to implement all sorts of comedic actions in it.

Simply brilliant. <3

I read a movie review recently about Cicakman, where the reviewer went on that one of the best ways to conclude whether the movie is bad or not is to hear after-movie comments by cineplex-goers when they leave the hall. And with Night at the Museum, we hear the same jokes being told to one another, especially the Easter Island statue’s (in the movie, ‘course).

After finishing the movie, we went to the USJ 2 mamak to meet up with the rest to discuss about our PD trip the next day. It’s horribly last minute which most of us seemed to be oblivious to, because we were even discussing “How ah the transport?” and “What will we do there ah?” like 12 hours before we were due to leave for PD. >_> Ah well, Malaysians.

Long story short I fetched Ding and Kai Tzin back home early while the rest went to Suet’s house to test drive her old Wira for PD.

Saturday, 30th December 2006
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So I woke up early at 7am to get ready to go for my weekly Mandarin class. When it was finally over, I went back at 10.30am, took a nap to get myself refreshed for the long journey ahead, then set off at about 11.45am to pick up Shawn, Andy, and RB to meet up at Suet’s house.

After learning to our horror that there wouldn’t be any holidays whatsoever in December, save for the handful of public holidays littered about the month, Bryan asked me last week out of the blue on the phone whether I’d like to go to Genting.

“Uh what?” I quizzed, my right hand clicking away on the mouse at my college’s computer lab. Obviously the idea of going to theme parks and whatnot does not appeal to me,

When he further clarified during our Business Communication class that he wanted to go at night, I jumped on it at once. Words like “lepak”, “cold air”, and “enjoy the scenery” completely appealed to me, and with the sufficiently lacking of the holidays for poor Foundation students like us, why not!

Andy and I went to a Financial Management talk yesterday from 10am-12pm (went there separately), then helped him register for a CSD account, then I tapau-ed lunch at McD’s and went back to his house. It rained incessantly between 3 to 4pm-ish, then I finally went back home at 5pm.

It’s quite surreal, I admit, at the thought of going to Genting at night and going back the next morning, but that was what we’ve done and we came back very well alive.

Bryan whisked me out from my house in his Iswara at 10.30pm, bringing along only my turtle-necked sweater. He then picked up Andy, and using the Kesas highway, we travelled past KL, past his area, and blasted all the way up to Genting.

Might I add that it was certainly a ride of my lifetime. It’s an experience that rivals that of the Genting Theme Park; the full throttle of it all, the adrenaline rush that I always, always get while sitting in his car that he might as well open a ride by his name, the tailgating, the drift-like mounting experience up at Genting, the constant moving, going, not slowing down.. all these and I’ve never even considered the possibility of crashing. Amidst the non-stop dashing speed on the road, strangely, I always felt safe.

Climbing up Genting was even better, what with the increasingly sharp bends of the roads that roused the sensation of being in an action movie. Andy and I frequently collided with each other as a result of this, and paved way to seasons of jokes. We gradually entered into misty ol’ Genting, whose weather I loved.

Alighting from the car at almost 12am, the air-conditioned-like weather hit me and slowly enveloped me. I didn’t expect the weather to get any colder, so I left it in the car as I was lazy to lug it around.

Near the lobby of the First World hotel.

As a prelude to my Genting one-day trip yesterday, here is a screamingly annoying story. Some of you may already have formulated questions as to how it went, but YES THAT WILL HAVE TO WAIT.

What is more important than my narrative of my Genting trip with my college classmates, you wonder?

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After blogging for several hours yesterday about the Langkawi trip from the time I woke up at about 12pm and taken my lunch, I went out again at about 8pm supposedly to the local mamak with Shawn, Heng, Andy, Jess and Esther in Shawn’s car (more squeezing again at the back seats). We went to [...]