You need a blue sky Holiday

With Gerald and Ethan on this trip to KL, what possibly could have went wrong on this simple little vacation?



Everything






Let’s not talk about how I have to save Gerald from white shark’s deadly jaws…



And the time when towering books that came crashing down and buried the guys deep

And Ash to come to the rescue again, with her trusty spade and a loyal, sniffing dog…


It was truly embarrassing when Ethan was caught stealing from an old lady whom I just befriended on the streets…


And horny Gerald tried to take advantage of her when no one was looking….

What can I possibly say when people asked where we were from?Erm... I don't know them

To punish the guys for bad behavior, Lord of Bad Luck sentenced them to have dinner at this restaurant.

Look clean and good from outside… but it was in fact, a black shop along Jalan Bukit Bintang…
Extorting prices with food portions dished out sufficient only for mice’s consumption. Service worse than a toliet attendant.

Ethan and Gerald were pretty displeased about all, soon became aggressive and very much determined to take back the small change that was conveniently forgotten to return to us… (And it took 20 minutes of haggling and arguing to have our change)
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Over at Genting Highlands, we visited the amazing world of Ripley….(Ps: Don't bother going for the Haunted Adventure) The Ripley's Museum was truly enticing but it was such an extensive exhibition which took us over 3 hours to finish the tour.
We rested on the World's tallest man’s chair , like Goldilock on Papa Bear's chair..

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Clubbing night in KL…
3 vainpots were dressed up with zest plus a twinge of meticulous care, leaving the hotel room in thick fumes of FCUK and GUESS scents.
Finally, I have the chance to visit the club, Rum Jungle with much anticipation…. But it turned out to be a huge disappointment. The crowd was too old and ambience near-to sleazy. I almost fought with a scantily dressed auntie for a toilet cubicle. She merely dashed into an empty cubicle, ignoring the queue. I tried to pull her back but she was too quick for me. Feel like kicking her door down but managed to refrain from doing so as I remembered I was in Malaysia…. Can’t summon my Ah Lian gang from Singapore down in time….

We left the Old Citizen Club and headed to Zouk.

There again, we had a culture shock.. Most of the clubbers were Malays and they were sure, a mean dancer. The dance floor was bloody packed and everyone only have a cube of space to dance. Swayed a little to my left….. a little to your right. But a couple of Malays were so worked up in dancing~as if they were praticing for a die-hard chance to be featured in Madonna’s Hung Up music video… they seemed to be exploding into an earthbreaking breakdance performance at any moment…. I ganna elbowed and slapped by those snaking hands a few times… Decided to steer clear of the danger zone.. But turned out there was another lunatic on my left too… sigh… Sandwiched in the doom of suffering.

And strangely, the clubbers there seemed to enjoy having their neighbors’ sweat smeared over their bodies… Giving a sample tasting of their oily hair to the clubbers behind them (How does that taste, Ethan?)

Well, to be fair, the three of us did some pretty abnormal things too.
a) I guess for 1st time in the KL Zouk history… I am the 1st woman to stuff balls of tissue into my ears to prevent deafness.

b) Gerald gave fake enthusiastic high-fives to the guys up on the front podium which
was in front of the DJ console..
These people were totally irritable to look at. Having a “Oh.. Come and worship me” performance up there... prompting the clubbers below to clap, swing their arms and the Robbie William’s concert wild calls~ “I want to hear you…. Screammm!”
Their make-believe play were only made seemly convincing with the Guest DJ, Armin Van Burren, spinning music right behind them…. The crowd was reaching out for him... not the fakers (you suckers!!)
By the way, the clubbers were going crazy over him… (I mean total craziness) --------->
Ps: I have to stifle a few yawns while dancing.. That’s what my rating for his internationally acclaimed spinning

c) Ethan DID NOT DRINK MUCH that night. Muahahaha.. (All thanks to stinginess of liquor in the drinks..)

As usual, fights and riots broke out after the end of party…. A heavy metal bolt rolled passed me.. We were wondering where that came from.. All were revealed when we were out onto the main pavement outside Zouk. There was a small gang of Chinese hurling strings of abuse at no one in particular…
Quite a comical sight when one of the scrawny guys threw a metal piece into the Zouk’s compound, shouted vulgarity and turned to go into his friend’s car…
Then, the photo-worthy moment…. His expression of obvious panic and fear on his face when the car started to move off without him…

After such an unrewarding night, Gerald decided to console himself with late night supper... Room Service please!!

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Boy, I couldn’t really recall when was the last time I have such ball of the time.. We played like a bunch of rowdy children, ate like pigs and spent money like no one business (despite the fact I am JOBLESS…Kudos to the guys as they have been generously subsidizing some of the expenses for me)

I laughed so much and hard that I seriously suspected that I have a much-toned ads beneath the fresh layers of fat that were accumulated throughout this Gluttony trip.
Back in Singapore…. I was feeling kinda moody. Am so used to see the guys’ unsightly sleeping postures with mouths wide open, the cheeky and mad bantering and routine morning pillow fights for the past 4 days.
Surprisingly, I was the laziest of them all~ always wanting to be the last to wake up. But resorting to methods of legs kicking and bodies crushing down on me, just to get me out of the bed every morning… were pretty cruel and totally unnecessary.....

Sigh.... I wish that we would be back on the traveling road soon.

Next stop… Taiwan?