(music: A Thousand Years - Christina Perri)

Last Saturday, my extended family and I were headed for Sunway Lagoon in Petaling Jaya, Malaysia. I'd had two hours of sleep that night/morning before an uncle drove my family to Golden Mile Complex in Bugis, but my brain was still more functional than Lyssa's.

We were all drinking hot teh and I was sharing a cup with my uncle Cik Sang. I didn't wanna drink any more so I was gonna pass the cup to him, but he had to move his car from the parking space 'cos some security guy told him to, and Lyssa, out of the blue, pushes my hand away from giving the cup to Cik Sang, and says "dia kerja, dia kerja!" (he's working, he's working)

So I'm like "uh, okay, dia kerja" so I didn't give him the cup, even though i) Cik Sang was just going to move the car and was not going to work, and ii) what the hell does drinking a cup of hot teh have to do with him going to work?!


My eldest aunt, Wak Misah and my youngest uncle, Cik Sang, who wasn't following us to Malaysia.

I must tell him off on his geek/hipster spectacles, he's too old for such stuff. Seriously, I'm the only one who calls him out on such stuff, the last time it was him trying to be experimental with his beard. Hai, Cik Sang, when will you be an adult?!


Typically, the first photo I took in Malaysia was a typo/English mistake. I think once you step out of Singapore into the surrounding countries, it's easy to expect butchered English.


Look ma! They're doing stunts!



My family's hotel room had a view of the theme parks.


My favwut part of hotels. (^-^)v

Sunway Hotel (I assume that's what our hotel was called, till now IDEK for sure) was even better than Marriott, along with providing an iron and ironing board in each room's wardrobe, there was an ironing room  along the corridors.



It's like a secret hideout. Where people do drugs and.... starch their clothes.


Got hanger. Hi hanger.


My stepgrandmother bought a hairband for each of my sisters and I. Mine is pink! I think I shall wear this when I meet the Tasties to count down to 2012, so they can't lose sight of me. Unless.... everybody else is also wearing lit-up hairbands, LOL.

We freshened up before going for dinner at the mall. Freshening up equates to slapping on loads of makeup primer onto Lyssa's face and then kinda spoiling my foundation and the powder puff on her face. I should really buy her a separate set of powder/foundation so my skin won't get affected. :/


With the wonders of makeup, she does not look like she has an acne problem. Makeup is miraculous. I don't look as nice though. It's my hair. My hair spoils it all the time. If only I had tamer hair, sigh.



Wae Lyssa so pretty. Daebak! ;P


Hazwani, her brother Izat, Nabilah, Lyssa and I had dinner at Sushi King, where the sushi was so good and Halal and still cheap. Malaysia is DAEBAK! (I think that's Korean for best, I think only ah.)



I envy my sister. Anyway I'm glad she knows she's lucky to have a sister like me, 'cos she wears my clothes and I let her use my makeup (I apply it on her, no less) and IDK why she even looks up to me for my brains. *shrugs* I'm not exceptionally smart, but overall she even inherited my bookworm/geek/grammar Nazi genes.

I think she learns from both my achievements and the mistakes I've made. Sigh. I wish I had an elder sibling too. Unfortunately I don't so, as Nabilah says, all the pressure's on us eldest sisters!

Bilah, Oni, Lyssa and I walked to the street opposite the hotel.



The Christmas decorations were quite pretty.

We went into 7-11 and were looking at boxes of stuff, with flavours like electrode something or other, and it was suspiciously like condoms, but as it turned out, they were just chewing gum! Packaging gimmicks. And then... we saw real boxes of condoms with numbers on them.


Bilah and Oni were wondering what the numbers were for, whether it was the sizing etc, and I said very logically it was just the number accorded to each product/flavour/type of condom sold, like when you buy lipstick, you have 15 rose and 23 mauve or whatever.

I was just being logical but Oni said "oh yah, trust the most experienced one!" *COUGHCOUGHBATUKSAMPAIMATI* whuttttt. Who says I'm the most experienced one, we can't say for sure! *angelface* (^-^)v

In any case, I got so surprised every time Oni had something slightly mischievous or dirty to say, I always feel that way whenever a girl wearing tudung says such stuff! It's like you expect their minds to be completely decent and pure but then I think of Huda and I realise, they can be just as obscene as anyone else. ;P


Malaysia is so enthusiastic about their culture and heritage, there was a congkak on the wall of our hotel room.

I went to Oni's room where she and I collectively taught Izat and Irfan to play bridge. I think I have converted at least 5 people in life to the bridge legacy, I am awesome.

The four of us had a laughfest because Irfan was saying that after the game session, both he and Izat would soak in the bathtub and unwind. Then he made a disclaimer that they'd be doing so in separate bathtubs, when Irfan had gotten back to his own room.

So I said, "oh, no obviously we were all imagining both of you in the same bathtub, and then you'd be like 'Izat, your toes are tickling mine!' or suddenly when both of you are silent, there'd be an air bubble in the middle of the bathtub."

It was all mixed with Malay because #everythingisfunnierinmalay.

But anyway that night, for maybe the fifth time this year, I had a bubble bath and soaked in it!



I only indulge in such things five times a year whereas other people waste air-con on a daily basis (I dislike sleeping in air-con, it's too cold and it dehydrates my skin), soooo I'm not thaaat bad, right? ;S



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Saturday morning, we woke up and I had my other favwut part of hotels, buffet breakfast! (^-^)v





The spread was extensive so if you want more photos, you may view my 'everything and nothing' album on Facebook.


I started my day with a glass of pink (guava juice)! :)

The following plates of food, I ate with my cousin Nabilah!






Buffet breakfasts are the best. One day I will find a way to have different courses of breakfast served to me while I am having a bubble bath. FUCKING YEAH. I am jizzing at the idea. Buffet breakfast bubble bath BBBBBbBbbBBbbbBBbbbbBBBbbbB

And then began a fifteen-minute nightmare.

My extended family headed to the Sunway Lagoon theme park at 10am, where the entrance was crowded and packed like a popular nightclub on a Wednesday night. Even though my cousin Kak Dila had collected all our entrance tickets from the tour guide, apparently we still had to join the long and snaking ticket queue to get the colour-coded wristbands for access to different park areas and rides.

My family were getting upset because that defeated the point of having gotten the tickets in a package in advance, and the worst part was that there was no separate queue for just tickets and wristbands, so we'd just be wasting a whole of time waiting around.

Even though my family and most other families there were making noise and whining about the stupid system or lack thereof, nothing was progessing and I got really riled up because the place was really cramped and nothing was happening.

So... while my family was queueing, I squeezed my way to the front, at exactly the entrance gate, even though I had no wristband on, and I told the staff/security that I wanted to speak to their manager. The lady asked what I had an issue with, and I just said I wanted to speak with the manager.

Three times she asked my issue, and I said either you let me see someone in charge or you give me a feedback form and show it to higher management. I filled in with everybody's grievances and criticised the system and asked them to explain why there wasn't at least a different counter for the wristbands.

Then I wrote my address and contact number and wrote "I will be waiting for the management to get in touch with me to provide an explanation or I will publish a formal complaint" at the end of the form. I was like a rockstar, my family and even other families were looking at me with curiosity and reverence.

For about five minutes after my family entered the park, they all crowded around and asked what I had said and written, and apparently I was a "celebrity blogger" hahahaha.

Malaysia has a serious lack of systems. But oh well, thank goodness we only wasted about fifteen minutes. If we'd queued I'm prepared to bet we'd have waited another forty minutes outside.


This was the first ride some of us took!

We took some water log rides, a whitewater rafting simulation ride (during which Lyssa fell over and hit her knee, poor soul, aduh aduh), a rollercoaster which even Aqilah and some of my uncles and aunt Wak Misah took. Yay respek to my family!

And then.... We crossed a suspension bridge and came to the G-max bungy jumping point. Lyssa and I talked it over and she decided to do it.





Props and mad love to my baby sister for having the courage to do it first! She actually took 2 minutes at the ledge, before taking the plunge! Lyssa is the one who jumped, but my mother and I are the one making so much noise!





And then was Bilah's turn! Mad props to her too!





And here is my younger male cousin Fadli screaming like a girl. ;P

And this is obviously me. My entire family, sitting at a beach opposite, said I was the loudest and noisiest. "Kau ni, jumpnye sikit je, pekiknya banyak!" (The jump is a little, the screaming is a lot.)

HEHEHE I love thrills forever. 5000 points to anybody who deciphers what I'm screaming, my mouth is even looser when I'm hanging upside down from a suspension bridge! ;S


The fantastic four of the family. Hell to the yeahhhhhh. \o/


I don't know how this happened, it's like Fadli is trying to jump onto Izat or something.


I don't know how this happened either, Bilah is completely obscuring me when I am right behind her! I guess it's the horizon and perspective thing, I'm a bit smaller because I'm further off towards the horizon. Umm yeah whatever, I just pretend I know what I'm saying.



More jump shot photos in my Facebook album!


Izwan: "whatchu lookin' at?" or "tsktsk my elder cousins are so lame doing jumpshots."

The entire group of us: my stepdad, Aqilah, Arina, Lyssa, Bilah, Irfan, Oni, Izat, Kak Dila, Abang Faizal, Faiz, Fadli, played monkey in the big wave pool, and it was really fun! We had two watches and a three-second rule and it was simple but the fact that all of us were playing together was just so awesome.

It's been quite a long time since we had such a big group activity, usually we do it at chalets but somehow we haven't had a family chalet for a while.

Oh yeah, guess who was the sole survivor who never had to be monkey because she's just so awesome at the game. Rockstar, baby. \o/

HAHAHA. :)

Then we went back to the hotel, washed up and got ready for dinner at a place across the street, called Kandar.


More Manglish/Inglish for you? Tandoori "Born Less" Chicken HAHAHAHA! It's not boneless, it was born less but it was "born this way!" I kept making fun of the Indian accent, "eh, you want bornless chicken, no?"


I had nasi goreng chili api.

That night, I woke up at 4-5am and had the runs in the toilet, I was in such pain and agony I couldn't recall why and wondered whether I had eaten anything wrong then I remembered the chili padi hahahahaha karma for the "bornless chicken".

Besides my toilet activities, after dinner, we went bowling. We all did decently. I like bowling. I like that my family likes to bowl. I get tired quite easily though, after the first game my right arm will just turn to jelly.



The mall had a skating rink but unfortunately we didn't have time for a session.

After bowling, we went back to Oni's hotel room again. Oni fell asleep, so I played bridge with Izat, Fadli and Irfan. Fadli kept saying really funny things to make us laugh, like he and Izat would take turns to make jibes at Irfan being slow at the bridge game.

So I said "Fadli you are really funny!" and Fadli said "no, I think I'm really dumb" and I said, "but dumb is funny" and Irfan suddenly interjected "ya, you don't see Mr Bean doing smart do you, but he's still funny."

After all the potshots they'd taken at Irfan, that was the best comeback of the night, and for some reason, we were all howling with laughter. #everythingisfunnierat2am

Also, it is a bit unnerving to know that your younger male cousins are so obscene and.... oh dear, it just is disturbing despite knowing the fact that guys' minds are wired that way, and especially knowing my family members, I shouldn't be surprised. -.-


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Sunday morning sun is shining!





Breakfast was omelette, nasi lemak and fruits. :)

Then it was free and easy on our own.

Lyssa and I shopped together and got a wallet each (I love my new wallet, if you wanna see, ask me to show it to you if we meet up!), and we got accessories (separately, Mum also got us accessories and hairbands, yay love our mummy), and over the three days in KL, we also got a dress, a skirt, tops, etc.


We ate Pepper Lunch which was Halal!



Also got Krispy Kreme doughnuts which are delicious And Halal! Oh Malaysia, how you make it so easy to love/hate you!

Anyway, my mother bought such a pretty pink neck cushion for Arina!



It's got pink hearts all over, I love! Wish I had one too. ;(


Lyssa has a pink baby Disney one.


Mine is just plain old pink stripes.



Izwan being contented with his Angry Birds balloons. Oh such simple satisfactions when you're young.



Fadli and Nabilah with their respective "certificates" from G-Max bungy. It apparently is a "certificate of insanity".

I think that's it! I absolutely loved and enjoyed most of the trip! Family, food, fun thrills, all of it is love! I have two more posts for this year, the 30th will be about Christmas gifts from friends and what's happened since I've been back from Malaysia, and the 31st will be my 2011 wrap-up post. See you when I see you!

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