Where The Light Is

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fences

this is the deep and dying breath

give my gun away when it's loaded

the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you

because this road is all you'll ever have

plugin&play If you read, you will judge. the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return
My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room	Monday, June 9, 2008, 11:11 PM Love is a many splendid thing Alright, genting wasnt as bad as i expected. It was way worse. No really, it wasnt that magical castle in the clouds i used to think it was when i was 7 years old. Or rather, if it was, then its not what it is now. Its become this vile dirty sleazy wet place that smells like the zoo, and everywhere you go you see hoboes walking around collecting cans. Since its up in the clouds, it rarely stays dry, so there's algae on every corner you can find. Sigh. I stayed at the first world hotel, pfft. First of what world? HoboeLand? It has 6118 rooms, the largest hotel in the entire world, well its not really that great a thought for check in. We had to wait 2 and a half hours to check in cos there were about a thousand other people also checking in to the hotel at the same time. plus, most of the people there have like, zero manners, they literally shove their way around, eventually i gave up on all forms of courtesy and manners and started shoving people around. Its quite fun once you learn the fundamentals of shoving. Plus, the lifts in that area would sometimes stop working for 5 whole mintues, or the doors just wont shut even though there are only 3 people inside it. Which by the way cause alot of misunderstanding between people inside and outside the lift cos each party thinks the other is holding the lift door open to irritate each other. yesterday, a fight almost broke out between a chinese and indian family cos of this bitch of a lift. The indians thought the chinese were being racist. pfft, yea, racist people hold lift doors open cos they dont think the other race deserves to be inside it. Bleugh, but after exploring around abit inside this wonderland, to my utter astonishment. I spotted, in a very small corner of the hotel, a very tiny insignificant yet still beautiful, Starbucks joint. All was forgiven after seeing the starbucks. Starbucks can forgive anything. if you want to stab me, bring me a cup of starbucks and i'll die happily. Pfft. But anyway, the inside of the hotel isnt that bad, no seriously. Amidst all those horrible desolute tourists and the odd smell of genting, the hotel's got this almost glamourous, bright neon light feel to it that's pretty romantic. From a certain point of view. They even have an indoor theme park, which is as exciting as dust. The roller coaster was barely 5 meters high, and was so monotonous that the people screamed at excitement every time the roller coaster turned left or right. It didnt even go up or down. Just, left and right. At different speeds. Might as well just call it a monorail. Well anyway, here's what the 3 day torture was like. Day 1 I got woken up at 5 am by cold drops of water courtesy of my father. I dragged myself out of bed and told myself to just go with the flow and shut up. So i did. Went to the golden something place where all the cross causeway buses are, i swear the place smells of cigarettes, cat medicine and dead birds, waited a while for the bus before boarding it with grandparents and mom. Dad smiled as i looked at him from inside the bus as if to say, "bye bye son, ha ha sucker! I get to stay home while you dont!" Thank you, Dad. After alot of travelling, finally stopped off for breakfast(yay breakfast) at some bus stop area, the hygiene of the place has improved i gotta say, last time there were a few thousand flies in that place. Now there are only a thousand or so flies left. When i got back onto the bus, i saw my grandparents doing the cutest thing. Each of their ears had a headphone plugged into it, and the headphones were connected to an ipod mini. Wow. And they were happily singing along to some unknown song which i never have nor will i ever want to hear of. My grandparents always try to stay modern. But sometimes, technology gets a bit too far ahead of them This conversation took place yesterday afternoon. Mom (calling my grandma) :let's hope she picks up. Grandma: hello? hello?? Ah, hello? HELLO? (all this while, we could hear her perfectly, and i think she could hear us too) Grandma: Something's wrong, the phone has no sound. (then she puts down, so we tried calling her again, but she probably decided to press the red button instead of the green one to see if it would make the phone "have sound" again, cos the phone stopped ringing halfway. So we called again) Grandma: HELLO???? HELLOO?!?!?!?!?! I CANT HEAR YOU. HELLO? Grandma to my grandpa : I think they put down, i'll try calling them. (and so she tries dialing our number while we were still on the line laughing our heads off) (we could even hear the numbers being pressed, so we decided to play along) Grandmato grandpa: ok i dialed, but there's no ring. Mom: Hello? Grandma: Eh hello! How come the phone didnt ring and you picked up so fast? Sigh. 7 hours of butt aching bus traveling later, we finally reached genting. The moment i stepped off the bus i was surrounded by idiots. Idiots left and right, idiots everywhere. I saw this family where the grandmother looked like a grandfather, the father looked like a mother, the mother looked like a father, and their 2 sons looked like 2 daughters. I carefully walked into the hotel eyeing every creature that passed me. We then procceded to the 2 1/2 hour waiting check in time where i read a book and listened to my music. Ah, music saves me. After checking in, we went to our hotel rooms. I looked out my window and saw this. Awesome view innit? Even when the fog cleared, all you could see was another wall directly in front of you. Pfft. But thats all you see from the windows of genting. Fog, fog and more fogging fog. Sigh. We then spent the rest of the afternoon and evening exploring genting's sights and smells, seeing what was new and what was old and getting older. Nothing much really. Went back to our wonderful hotel room at 10 and caught some movie bout an ommish nun who got pregnant, tried to sleep but couldnt get much of it. Thankfully i brought my songbook so i could scribble down a song that popped in my head earlier on in the night. And so ends day 1. Day 2 I woke up with an insane head splitting migraine that had me puking for the entire morning. I lay on my bed, miserable and cold in pain. My caring family went off to have breakfast. My grandma left with me pregnancy pills and a note that said take 2 tablets with water. Cos apparently i was showing signs of pregnancy. Tsk. Thanks Grandma, you're the best. So i had to miss breakfast :(:(:(:( I felt better around lunchtime and my ravenous raging hunger overtook my senses, i had gone completely into hunting mode and i needed food. Badly. What do you expect. i had puked out day 1's dinner, luch and breakfast. Mom allowed me a buffet lunch. But it wasnt the buffet i expected. You cant even call it a buffet. More like a table-spread of assorted mixed dishes, which consisted of not 1, not 2, not 3, but 4 amazing choices of food to eat. And their desert, pfft, the sign said chocolate cake, but honestly, does this look like chocolate cake to you? Which sewege pipe did they bake that from. I even successfuly managed to make it look like authentic dung that had been run over by a car. I used the remnants of their "deserts" to make a picture of a lion. Thats the buffet. You know that the only reason why i agreed to go to genting is cos of the buffet spreads. But still, food is food and i ate up. Spent the rest of the day walking around and shopping, didnt want to go to the amusement park cos none of my family members were found the theme park any more exciting than dust. My grandparents headed off for the casino, and me and mom headed off to the bowling alley. Soon after 4, we all met back at the hotel room where we decided to go ripley's believe it or not museum. Which was kinda un-expected cos i didnt think Robert Ripley would bother setting up a museum in genting. I even inspected the ripley's logo to check its authenticity. And it was fully authentic. So we went in, pretty interesting. Lots of unbelieveable believe it or not stuff all over the place. Here's an iron maiden! gasp. And Look liz! Its your worst nightmare! A vampire killing kit! So anyway, had dinner at some curry noodle place and scooted off for this "dreamz" performance. Ah, i, im not quite sure how to explain to you what the performance was about cos i didnt quite understand it either, it was sort of like a magic show where the most exciting thing he did was to make a lion appear in a cage. Poor lion. He must hate his life. Appearing in the same cage at the same 9 o'clock time slot magic show for who knows how long. But all in all, it was a karaoke singing dancing show with magic thrown in to wake people up. The show is called dreamz cos its supposed to be human dreaming and supposed to be mystical and enchanting. Pfft, they should call it nightmarez. Not dreamz. Headed back to the hotel shortly after 11 where i saw this china woman talking on the public payphones outside my room. I swear, she was flirting with a deaf man. People from 3 stories above us could hear her. And she was really obviously flirting. She stopped talking after an hour or so when security came to shut her up. God bless security. As quickly as it came, day 2 went away. Day 3. Finally I was particularly happy on this day. You can tell why. And so were my entire family. We finally got to go home. We decided to go on the cable cars just for fun to kill time, and well, i dont think ive ever been more scared before in my entire life. Im not afraid of heights or of cable cars. But the cable car squeaked and creaked every 30 consecutive seconds and the wind swayed it around alot. my grandma dared not go near the cable car. She's terrified of heights. Even if you knock her out and drug her and put her in the cable car, she'll wake up before the cable car leaves and demand to be let out. Sigh. Go grandma. Headed back to the hotel and boarded the bus. 8 hours later, we finally reached home. Home. Oh joy. Oh happiness. Home at last! The first thing i did when i got home was play my guitar and my piano. I missed them so much. I didnt even bother with supper. So here i am now, i wish i could bathe, but my geniusface made decided to bathe only when i came home even though she had the luxurious time space of the entire evening to do so. Well, i gotta admit, the trip was 2% fun. The 1% is the cold mountain weather and the other 1% was the ripley's museum. Here are the only other 2 pictures i thought were worth showing. Dont ask me why i took this cos i dont know either. This was after playing basketball at the arcade and beating the high score. Whoopee. Gosh its great to be back. Ive got a ton of stuff to unpack now, and some food to eat. So, I'll be seeing you. ao		the machiavellian ist Vanity isn't a sin, a little narcissm wouldn't hurt. The World would be a much lesser place without corndogs and pizzas. Facebook Andrew. Music. Food. People. 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