Genting

Okay, I'm back from Genting. I didn't go to the themepark, nor the casinoes. Cuz a.) I'm seriously not a rollercoaster person, b.) my cousins are underaged. I did watched two movies (Toy Story 3 of which I watched in Singapore already, but which I felt was so good it warranted a second viewing and Karate Kid, which was good, apart from Jackie Chan's rather wooden acting), watched two 4D shows (one of which I watched when I was in Korea; very cheap rates, but lousy effects), ate Baskin Robbins two days in a row and went to the Ripley's Believe It Or Not Museum. I can't remember what I did my first time in Genting. But second time round, Genting was alright. I doubt I would be back. But there are enough things to occupy my time here and plenty of food that I wanna eat but didn't have enough meal times for, like Marry Brown and Kenny Rogers. It's a go to Malaysia thing. JW was meant to come, but a last minute change meant I was the only one hanging out with my cousins, which was alright as well, just that I'm starting work soon and it would be good to have more couple time. Had thoughts of going to watch the World Cup (This year's World Cup is just weird) over at his place tonight, but my mum felt that it wasn't advisable and me being the sensible good girl can only agree, especially since I am rather tired. But if you know me, you know I would be happy just sleeping at the McDonalds table and relishing my last night of freedom, shouting "Goal!" at random moments. Sigh.