The bus was scheduled at 6am. We were to be at the pickup point, the taxi stand at BPP, by 5.30am. We woke up at 4.30am as planned. I had bread bcos I was already hungry during Mambo and still hungry in the morning. Dancing is hard work. We walked to the pickup point and arrived on time. It was easy to find the pickup point bcos there were already others waiting.
We got to sit together this time bcos we were allocated the last row.
Daddy Lim and Zaky were very pleased with the extra leg space. As for me… hmmm.. a bit too much, right?
I think I am the only one who was wearing a seat belt throughout the bus journey. I needed to sleep and I didn’t want to slide to my “leg space” in any occasions.
I lived the long bus journey philosophy very well - 上车睡觉, 下车尿尿. I really slept and my ability to sleep anywhere and quickly is really a blessing in this case.
The 1st stop was bfast at Yong Peng and we met the other 2 families, who took the bus from Punggol and set off 30 mins earlier. Before we barely said “hi”, they rushed off for the remaining journey. The bfast break was only 25 mins. We were rushing to buy ramly burgers and snacks.
Back on the bus, I stayed awake long enough to see Zaky’s performance.
The custom took longer than expected and there was a jam in KL. By the time we reached the Genting bus terminal, it was almost 2pm. I remembered it was about 12pm the last trip. The other 2 Punggol families only arrived slightly earlier. We were all staying in the same Skyworld hotel and requested for rooms near to one another.
The rooms weren’t ready for check-in. We did the pre-registration and headed off for lunch. We went to the same korea street food restaurant that we did the last trip for our 1st lunch. Apparently, Singaporeans have the same taste. We got no pictures bcos we got hungry people and we were all trying to under order bcos there are so much other good food in Genting.
This is proof. Right after lunch, we aimed for desserts.
lol.
The Chan family had arrived earlier and were waiting to check-in. We decided to roll away some money. It was a battle between the adults and the kids.
Of course the adults won. I also had the honor to obtain the lowest score. Bowling is not my sports.
We then took the cable car down to the premium outlet. The big kids intentionally took one car on their own.
We did shopping. Daddy Lim was eager to buy new t-shirts. It was like his holiday ritual bcos my holiday ritual is to make him throw his old t-shirts and he will need something to wear home. Hoho.
The big kids got bored and decided that they would do their own shopping, with their parents’ $$ of course. Their plan was to buy a same design T-shirt for the entire group. They were a lot more efficient than us and were done much earlier, opting to go for Ben & Jerry and then just chilled.
We had dinner at Ali, Muthu & Ah Hock.
Bcos we were hungry people, everything tasted yummy.
Despite my late mambo night, and everybody’s early morning, the night was still young. It is so rare for us to be on such a big group holiday and we just had to make full use of time.
We packed the kids back to the room. The kids organised themselves and self entertained. The parents went to look for a place for a late night drink and found a dinner/ drinking place with a live band.
We could only get a table outside bcos it was crowded. The band played and sang well. The only problem was that they were multi-lingual and sang way too many songs in languages that we don’t understand. In English, the most frequent sang song was “Happy Bdaay”. How come so many people have their bday on 9 March de?
We left soon after 12mn bcos we got bored. My Sunset Boulevard. Not too bad.
I tried to order something sweet bcos…
On the way back to the hotel, we headed up to the roof top to watch some clouds and do some dragon’s breath. Cold siol!
I seriously thought that the kids are strong and would still be awake but so was so wrong. They were both in lala land and I guessed the rest of the kids too.
I was super tired and with the alcohol, I was knocked out. Sleeping time.
Mummy Lim