It’s been a long time since I last visited Genting Highlands.
Haha, I guess I’ve felt too precious to go anywhere lately.
Just staying at home and relaxing instead.
I toss and turn on my mattress, hug my teddy bears tightly, and imagine myself as a silkworm. Lately, I’ve been feeling less and less motivated to get up and move.
No! This can’t be happening to me. I’m still too young and have so much left to experience.
My sister’s birthday gives me the perfect reason to step out of my messy room.
I can’t miss it.
I have no choice, or I’ll be nagged endlessly. Surprised?
It’s that serious. You bet, no kidding!
This is the most extreme form of torture ever devised.
Honestly, the nagging works.
I really need some quality rest, a breath of fresh, cool air to help clear up my skin, greenery to soothe my eyes, mist to keep my skin hydrated, and most importantly, time to be with my family.
I packed my bag about three hours before the trip.
Surprisingly, I think I ended up bringing almost a quarter of all the things in my room.
I was carrying a huge Santa Claus-like bag.
Don’t ask me what was in it. I still can’t figure out what I packed.
Yet, even with that huge bag, I somehow managed to forget things.
It’s a bit sad… I feel like I’m just getting older.
There’s a lot to share about my Genting trip, so I’ll finish the picture montage tomorrow and show you all the highlights.
p/s – Jimbo, please don’t be jealous if I write less about my own things but say much more when it comes to Andy. I’m a simple person living a simple life, so I don’t have much to write. I jot down a bit about myself every day, but I only write about Andy occasionally so I need to include all the details.
Don’t complain, okay? I promised you a really long Genting post. Haha!