Finally Genting

Been a long long time since the last time I went out on a trip with my parents. Had to almost FORCE them to go to Genting over the Vesak holiday… and of course my gal went too!

What better way to wait for check-in than sip on a cuppa… or a few cuppas since it took about an hour before it was our turn.
We were on the 24th floor! My birth date too!


Senior citizens get it too! They got 50% just for their age! Genting has R-E-S-P-E-C-T for the senior folks! Our first buffet dinner there with an international spread… Mmmm…
The women of my life…

Teh?

The fake shroomies…

Didn’t see any shroomies growing here except for the fake ones and packed ones.My best shot of the trip. Nice chicky chick…What kinda farms have no farm animals. Huge doggies here that supposedly guard against the theft of kois at the mushroom farm we went to.
Fishies at the entrance of a casino. In the wise words a someone, it’s to thrash your luck just before you enter the casino! The science of fengshui…
Hamming it up a notch!
I love these doors! Something poetic about them…

And my must-have pic of the carousel. Nearly took the ride again…

My mum ate lots of stuff she won’t eat back here! Ice cream la, KFC la, and buttered corn!
Ah Yat dim sum! Our yam cha on the second day… Yums…

Sharpshooter Yeo at his best!

More trips to come!

Prison break

Those who know which accounts I work on will know which I prefer. And for some policy sake, I shan’t name the accounts. I often have the opportunity to enter highly secure premises for work. And I tell everyone who asks about my experience there that it’s always humbling to hear stories about regrets and promises.

I’m heading for my short holiday tomorrow with my parents and my gal. I think in a twisted sort of way, living in a prison is almost like a holiday. These folks are thrown into a completely different environment; so do travelers who experience new city/rural lifestyles when they get off the plane. And very often, a lot of these folks learn new things about themselves which they fail to realize when they were living in their comfort zones previously; similarly, travelers develop some sort of independence and culturally absorb as much as they can. More importantly, these people, who are like you and me, learn to treasure what they’ve been missing out on – discipline, routine, opportunities, freedom, family love; just like them, a lot of travelers start to miss home or how cushy they lead their lives back at home.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m totally looking forward to this short trip. It’s just that every time I speak with one these folks who share their stories of regret and how they have made the commitment to change, it warms my heart. These are real people with real tears and laughter each time they speak about their lives. I just hope they make the best of their holiday and go home after that inspired to do much more for themselves and people who care about them.