Saturday, May 24, 2008
back from genting.
I was down with fever, sore throat, and lost my voice soon after. I endured the smelly smoke in the casino for hours, just to end up a few hundreds poorer. Woe is me.
but thankfully the boy was there throughout to take care of me. I was about the worst travel companion ever, with my incessant sneezes and elephant-trumpet sounding nose-blowing.
Thank you for checking on my fever every now and then throughout the night, for always giving me the window seat (because you know i get car-sick too easily, or because you know i love to stare out the window and report any unusual sightings like cows on pastures (really! but they're beef to your eyes, you hungry boy.) i really don't know. but no matter what.) , for enduring the embarrassment my nose-blowing induces, for covering my nose and mouth when a lit cigarette is near, for attending to my whining and teh-ing, for being my voice (to stall aunties at food courts) when my voice faltered to a bare whisper.
Gracias.
My msn nick is, "how can my thoughts sound so loud in my head, when my voice is all but a whisper."
Pui.
I was down with fever, sore throat, and lost my voice soon after. I endured the smelly smoke in the casino for hours, just to end up a few hundreds poorer. Woe is me.
but thankfully the boy was there throughout to take care of me. I was about the worst travel companion ever, with my incessant sneezes and elephant-trumpet sounding nose-blowing.
Thank you for checking on my fever every now and then throughout the night, for always giving me the window seat (because you know i get car-sick too easily, or because you know i love to stare out the window and report any unusual sightings like cows on pastures (really! but they're beef to your eyes, you hungry boy.) i really don't know. but no matter what.) , for enduring the embarrassment my nose-blowing induces, for covering my nose and mouth when a lit cigarette is near, for attending to my whining and teh-ing, for being my voice (to stall aunties at food courts) when my voice faltered to a bare whisper.
Gracias.
Kaya balls from the first pit stop. The cheesy ones I had once along some streetside hawker in M'sia were yummier though, or maybe being sick just brings down the taste a few notches.
I was already lethargic and shivering as the fever attacked, here (on the bus to Genting), but photos really don't show.
waiting in the check-in place as we arrived at the ungodly hour of 3am and this was after losing my first 700 ringgit at the casino. I remember the fever really kicked in this one hour.
my boy commented that I blew my nose more than I talked. which was sadly, true.
after the one hour winding and nausea-inducing bus ride down to Kuala Lumpur, we made for Times Square, and made the smartest choice to eat at Shabu Shabu. We selected so many dishes for our steamboat lunch, and the price wasn't more than $20 sing.
the egg I was carefully cooking for dear.
he asked for a fake-smile pose.
On board the KL monorail, where we could see the driver at the front. This photo was taken by the boy, after I chickened out, cause I was afraid the driver would kick me out.
On board the KL monorail, where we could see the driver at the front. This photo was taken by the boy, after I chickened out, cause I was afraid the driver would kick me out.
Oldtown in KL, opened by Mark Lee. at least, dear says so.
what's an order chit la, at least order shit makes sense.
I could reach out and touch the indoor rollercoaster, it was that close to the glass walls.
My last meal in Genting, and I think this will be how my meals would look like, judging by my health condition now. plagued by bacteria, damn.
my boy and his psp. Gave him something to do, when his girlfriend was too busy hacking away.
The First World Hotel we stayed in, is behind us. I'm clinging on like a koala.
Mo Fa Ko, which braced my weak stomach throughout the trips down and up the mountain.
And now, I've got no voice, not even raspy.
My msn nick is, "how can my thoughts sound so loud in my head, when my voice is all but a whisper."
Pui.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 2:22 PM.
