House on the Hill
With Tan Sri Lim Goh Tong just one week in the ground, I was already in Genting Highlands for a family trip. Mum had a free voucher for a deluxe room in First World Hotel, so we took the opportunity to go for a little family get together. The stupid voucher is only valid for weekdays, so my siblings and I took leave on Monday and Tuesday. It was such a bloody hassle trying to book the room with that voucher. My sister got so fed up that she nearly paid for the room. Sometimes we wonder where is the sincerity of these free-stay vouchers. After numerous irate phone calls, we succeeded in booking.
On Monday morning, bro and I woke up early to settle some chores first before heading for the hills. He went to get his MyKad at NRD (no denda!), Putrajaya, while I went to Immigration, Kajang to renew my passport (for conjugal visits to Sinagpore!). SK was kind enough to drive us there. My brother's stuff took less than 20 minutes, whereas I had to wait for 50 applicants. Took me 2 hours. While waiting, I had the most watered-down milo I've ever tasted at Station Kopitiam, Metro Kajang. The instant passport photos were really bad. I look like a anaemic vampire in the pic. :(. Should have went to use the kiosk at Pusat Bandar Damansara. And so after lunch, bro-in-law drove us all up to Genting Highlands.
My flu from the day before was really killing me. By the time we arrived, I had throbbing headache. And guess what? To check in, we had to wait for 200 f*cking numbers! This is what you get when you stay at the world's largest hotel. Heh. My first time there really. We practically rolled out the tikar mengkuang and had a picnic in front of the check-in desk. It took nearly an hour. The room is quite cozy-- but perhaps I was expecting much less. No view. The window opens up to windows on the other block. Peeping Tom heaven!
After settling down, mum, bro-in-law and bro headed for the casinos, whereas sis and I walked around the place. I hate the casinos. The smoke. The wild-eyed gamblers. The auntie's who count wads of cash under the table. Ugh. I didn't want to exarcebate my headache. It wasn't an aimless thing, we checked out the eateries to find a suitable place to dine. Checked out The Olive, touted as the Restaurant of the Year in Hospitality Asia Platinum Awards 2005-2006. Nice decor. And the price is even nicer. The prices are like those in Fabricca after currency conversion! A definite no.
Finally, we decided on Cofee Terrace for their dinner buffet at less than MYR50. Ala-carte elsewhere would be around that price for a decent dinner, so why nit fork out a little extra for a buffet in a comfortable setting. Western- finally tasted rattatouille, nothing special; Japanese- weird wasabi; Indian- fantastic mutton curry; Chinese- hot stir-fried food; Nyonya- my mum loves their spices fried fish; Local- had my fill of Teochew porridge. Dessert had a chocolate fountain and I especially liked their pancake wrap with fresh cream and peaches. Truth be told, this food review was solely done on very basic terms-- the flu had kinda dulled my sense of taste. Sweet. Salty. Bitter. No subtle flavours. I mostly enjoyed food based on texture that night! A new experience.
To let the food settle (I'm bloody averaging at 62kg now. Getting fat...), we went walking aimlessly around First World Plaza. Bro bought a couple of T-shirts from Plastic and I spied some new underwear ranges from Renoma, Skinxwear and Raw. Hehe. Time to overload the underwear drawer again. By 10:00pm, everyone was closing shop, so we called it a night. Back in our rooms, we had a little party with lemang and red wine. Hehe. Woke up with a bloody stiff shoulder. I really hate spring mattresses and soft pillows!
The next morning was a little more interesting-- my sister got locked out of her room. The front door security latch was on. She was in my room via the inter-room door. The door accidentally closed. We called the front desk to help but they were REALLY slow. My bro-in-law somehow saved he day with the plastic "Do Not Disturb" signs. Amazing. Breakfast was at the First World Cafe. A nice little refugee camp mess hall on the 8th floor. Not too shabby fare of nasi lemak, fried meehoon, eggs, sausages, toast and porridge. They also have a nice decor of dragon-headed fishies that n my opinion look like a cucur naga. Check it out in the pic. Hehe. Walking around the shops around the cafe, we found a MYR2000 kimono (looks like its worth MYR50) and a "Do Not Sit" sign placed on the replica of the Abu Simbel replica. I was half-expecting the pharoah to stand up!
Before leaving, we went to fatt choi at Magnum 4D. I find myself becoming an addict. o.O. Genting is really quite big. But I notice that I keep bumping into the same people. Mostly saccharine-sweet couples who wear the shortest of skirts but have thick coats on. I guess it's true, we love most of our body heat through our boobs. Another character worthy of mention is an auntie who wore a poncho with balls at the throat area. Makes her look like she's growing furry testicles beneath her chin. The rest are la la zhai, but some do have their worth. Hehe. Goodbye Uncle Lim...
On Monday morning, bro and I woke up early to settle some chores first before heading for the hills. He went to get his MyKad at NRD (no denda!), Putrajaya, while I went to Immigration, Kajang to renew my passport (for conjugal visits to Sinagpore!). SK was kind enough to drive us there. My brother's stuff took less than 20 minutes, whereas I had to wait for 50 applicants. Took me 2 hours. While waiting, I had the most watered-down milo I've ever tasted at Station Kopitiam, Metro Kajang. The instant passport photos were really bad. I look like a anaemic vampire in the pic. :(. Should have went to use the kiosk at Pusat Bandar Damansara. And so after lunch, bro-in-law drove us all up to Genting Highlands.
My flu from the day before was really killing me. By the time we arrived, I had throbbing headache. And guess what? To check in, we had to wait for 200 f*cking numbers! This is what you get when you stay at the world's largest hotel. Heh. My first time there really. We practically rolled out the tikar mengkuang and had a picnic in front of the check-in desk. It took nearly an hour. The room is quite cozy-- but perhaps I was expecting much less. No view. The window opens up to windows on the other block. Peeping Tom heaven!
After settling down, mum, bro-in-law and bro headed for the casinos, whereas sis and I walked around the place. I hate the casinos. The smoke. The wild-eyed gamblers. The auntie's who count wads of cash under the table. Ugh. I didn't want to exarcebate my headache. It wasn't an aimless thing, we checked out the eateries to find a suitable place to dine. Checked out The Olive, touted as the Restaurant of the Year in Hospitality Asia Platinum Awards 2005-2006. Nice decor. And the price is even nicer. The prices are like those in Fabricca after currency conversion! A definite no.
Finally, we decided on Cofee Terrace for their dinner buffet at less than MYR50. Ala-carte elsewhere would be around that price for a decent dinner, so why nit fork out a little extra for a buffet in a comfortable setting. Western- finally tasted rattatouille, nothing special; Japanese- weird wasabi; Indian- fantastic mutton curry; Chinese- hot stir-fried food; Nyonya- my mum loves their spices fried fish; Local- had my fill of Teochew porridge. Dessert had a chocolate fountain and I especially liked their pancake wrap with fresh cream and peaches. Truth be told, this food review was solely done on very basic terms-- the flu had kinda dulled my sense of taste. Sweet. Salty. Bitter. No subtle flavours. I mostly enjoyed food based on texture that night! A new experience.
To let the food settle (I'm bloody averaging at 62kg now. Getting fat...), we went walking aimlessly around First World Plaza. Bro bought a couple of T-shirts from Plastic and I spied some new underwear ranges from Renoma, Skinxwear and Raw. Hehe. Time to overload the underwear drawer again. By 10:00pm, everyone was closing shop, so we called it a night. Back in our rooms, we had a little party with lemang and red wine. Hehe. Woke up with a bloody stiff shoulder. I really hate spring mattresses and soft pillows!
The next morning was a little more interesting-- my sister got locked out of her room. The front door security latch was on. She was in my room via the inter-room door. The door accidentally closed. We called the front desk to help but they were REALLY slow. My bro-in-law somehow saved he day with the plastic "Do Not Disturb" signs. Amazing. Breakfast was at the First World Cafe. A nice little refugee camp mess hall on the 8th floor. Not too shabby fare of nasi lemak, fried meehoon, eggs, sausages, toast and porridge. They also have a nice decor of dragon-headed fishies that n my opinion look like a cucur naga. Check it out in the pic. Hehe. Walking around the shops around the cafe, we found a MYR2000 kimono (looks like its worth MYR50) and a "Do Not Sit" sign placed on the replica of the Abu Simbel replica. I was half-expecting the pharoah to stand up!
Before leaving, we went to fatt choi at Magnum 4D. I find myself becoming an addict. o.O. Genting is really quite big. But I notice that I keep bumping into the same people. Mostly saccharine-sweet couples who wear the shortest of skirts but have thick coats on. I guess it's true, we love most of our body heat through our boobs. Another character worthy of mention is an auntie who wore a poncho with balls at the throat area. Makes her look like she's growing furry testicles beneath her chin. The rest are la la zhai, but some do have their worth. Hehe. Goodbye Uncle Lim...
Comments
Furry testicles?!
That would be a good intro for those who wish to visit Genting Highland in the near future, I gussed.
No monetary returns but I still get something in return right... quid pro quo... :P
@QueerR:
Seriously. Furry testicles.
@Alan:
Sammi! Hehe.
@Imeku:
Lonely Planet? Nolar... :P
@ConanC:
Such a coincidence! Must control.