2012 - The definition of crazy.

Phew, I never thought that my post-SPM schedule would be full of outings, gatherings and whatnot. There's that prom night that was so awesomely memorable, three outings to Pavilion (like seriously, what the hell), an outing to Sunway (ice skating ftw), a badminton outing, and well most importantly, that stupidly crazily fun trip to Hong Kong and two gatherings with S3.

I don't feel like writing a ten thousand-worded post, so I'll (try to) summarize it.

The trip to HK was just, crazy. All of us stayed overnight in Au Yong's house the night before our flight (I only slept for two hours wtf), and his dad fetched us to KLIA at six in the morning (damn that's early). It was a really beautiful car ride, for sleeping that is.

The rather short four-hour ride in the (admittedly, pretty decent) plane was extremely beautiful as well.

And the bus ride  to some unknown place miles away from our five-star hotel was just, wonderful (yay for free wifi).

Unsurprisingly, we were lost in the middle of some desert filled with people who only know Cantonese. And it was raining. Brilliant.

So the hotel staff somehow fell in love with all of us innocent kids and upgraded our room to a suite. I was so excited.

Oh, so the bathroom doesn't have opaque walls? Instead there's just a huge glass wall separating the place where people shit and the actual bedroom? Oh wow so they installed (switch-controlled) curtains to cover the glass in case someone does not like being photographed shitting in some blue-watered toilet. This is totally an architectural masterpiece. And there's an embedded LCD TV in front of the bathtub, totally high-tech. And we were all so satisfied that the bathroom door couldn't be locked, so peeking is highly recommended.

Seriously, I can't believe that each of us paid approximately RM600 just to wash ourselves in some stupid transparent bathroom for couples. I mean come on, they expect us to pay for some shitass coffee packs, and potato chips. What is a five-star hotel with no free coffee? Damn it.

Hey, the internet speed there is super fast, so whatever.

Before boarding the MTR (which is basically Hong Kong's MRT), each of us bought an Octopus Card (similar to a Touch-n-Go), which cost HKD150 (approx. RM60). Instead of touching the card at the card reader, Jer Shyan forced the card into the ticket reader, and the card got stuck inside (and the machine was unusable because of it), so he went to buy another card. We totally laughed our asses out.

The Peak was colder than a block of ice. Being Au Yong, he brought along a Malaysia flag and waved it at the top of the (oddly shaped) building; Malaysia should be proud of him. We even took a photo with it, and the people there were totally staring at us like we're from Pluto or something.

Anddddd we ate McDonalds for dinner. Wtf. Go HK still wanna eat American food. So fail lah. Well, at least the fries were good.

We (Me, Au Yong, Jer Shyan) had loads of fun discoing in our (connecting) rooms, effectively disturbing the other three (Au Yong dancing on their beds really helped a lot). Mission accomplished.

Went to Lantau Island the next day, and we had to ride a cable car (Ngong Ping 360) to the core (??) of the island. Since the ride took like forever, Au Yong started to dance, and Ting Jie was screaming and scolding him to stop, but he didn't, obviously. And we eventually got bored again and started waving at random people in the returning cable car that was heading towards the opposite direction.

Skipping past the rather average lunch and the supremely long stairways up to the huge Buddha statue, on the huge circular platform that supported the statue, Jer Shyan placed a bet with Au Yong that he'll give him HKD 50 (RM20) if he took off his shirt in public, and he did exactly so. I still can't really believe that he actually did that.

So after heading back to Hong Kong Island, we took the MTR and went to totally random places (since our schedule for the day basically ended already), and I just tagged along.

Ocean Park on the third day, and being me, I was anticipating it very much. Yeah, it ain't as picturesque as Disneyland, but it was still amazing. Went to the Aquarium first (I personally think that Malaysia's very own Aquaria is better), then we went so some kind of panda world, and brought some souvenirs there. Oh, and we saw two (very, very lonely) pandas there, and one of my friends said they bought them from China. Cool.

The real fun only started when we reached the Summit (which is actually the "extreme" part of Ocean Park) and instantly got on two different rides. The Flash was well, some huge spinning thingy that well, spins, and loops around. Hair Raiser (such a meaningful name) was a lot better, but the ride felt a little too "safe" to be scary.

Then we had some airline-quality lunch that cost more than a five-star meal; it isn't that bad, it's just well, a little too average.

Me and Jer Shyan rode The Eagle, the kind of ride that sends you all the way to some five hundred miles up in the air before dropping you to the ground. A mere two seconds of adrenaline rush will never be enough for me.

After descending from the Summit, we arrived at some place called "Old Hong Kong".

And the next day, with the others heading back to Malaysia, I resumed my HK trip with my family. Ivan told me that they boarded the 4.05pm flight at 4.02pm, and I didn't know whether to laugh or to pity them.

- End of Part 1