it's seriously a very bittersweet feeling feeling to be home again. like, i do miss my home... the comfy bed and the contanst bickering with my sister. but however, the freedom and the fun that i enjoyed at genting was also very... nice? my spending capacity was increased quite significantly. what esle but pure joy of shopping and actually buying stuff?
Day 1 LONG LONG bus ride. could have died of boredom? reach genting. weather was acceptable. damn excited. shopped? watched harry potter again at midnight. woot. no parents to nag at us or anything. slept at bout 4am...
Day 2 woke up after barely 4 hours of sleep. bought tickets to enter themepark. played corkscrew, spaceshot, cyclone, spinner and some indoor rides... note: DONT EVER TAKE MOTION*sickness*MASTER. the bloody ride sucks. i can assure you of instanteous headaches and giddyness. ruined pretty much of the afternoon. shopped around abit more.
Day 3 time to head home.last minute shopping and spurging. long bus ride back and i guess that's a pretty summarised way of putting the past three days.
i didnt bring a camera so no photos... yet i hope.
hm.i agree with michelle. i guess no one knows what tomorrow will bring and whether if our bonds of friendship are anle to withstand the strain of distance and well, new friends.
-imtootired.i'llcontinuetmr- ILOVEMYFRIENDS
FEMME
Spice& everything rhizomic
Positiveness attracts.
In memories& in time to come
Lit lessons; with the specfics
