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Today went by much better than yesterday. The weather remained perfectly clear so the whole group of us headed for the Outdoor Theme Park. Jeremiah, Matthias and I had an extremely hard time coaxcing David to try out the Pirate Train, mainly because he had an extreme phobia to the ride. David was sitting by a nearby escalator and sobbing while Jeremiah reassured him that the ride wasn’t frightening at all. Somehow, I find David rather queer because I remeber exactly three years ago, David loved that ride so much and he had no problems when he went on that ride. I wonder what had made him change his opinions so drastically…

Since we couldn’t talk David over, we decided to head for other attractions instead. It’s always the same old thing whenever we go to Genting every 6 months so it somehow became our usual routine. First stop would be the Flying Dragon Roller Coaster Ride followed by the thrilling Spinner (which David also had a phobia to). So David just stood aside and watched forlornly as we ran off without him. Seriously, that boy has to learn to overgrow his fears sometime soon. He is already eleven years old and yet he is still so cowardly, as Jeremiah puts it. After the rides ended, Matthias spent the entire time calling David a “Scaredy Cat” while David just fumed and walked on.

Had a hearty lunch at the Resort Cafe before heading back to the Outdoor Theme Park again. This time, our first stop was the Bumper Boats, which we hadn’t tried out in almost two years. Since there were 5 of us, we decided to play a little game called “AIDS”. We had to select someone who would be known as the “AIDS Carrier” and as the ride progresses, this “carrier” would have to try to bump the rest of our boats, which would in turn “infect us with the virus”. The game was extremely enjoyable and just 1 minute after the ride started, Aunty Olive (Who happened to be the “AIDS” Carrier) had already infected each and every single one of us. So we just started to bump each other merrily on the boats just for the fun of it.

Just arrived home from First World Plaza and had spent the past two hours locked up in the Pavilon watching “Fantastica”. In my opinion, the starting was rather thrashy but the rest were rather nice. I was amazed by some of the stunts that were shown during the show, but sadly though they weren’t very original. Many of those acrobats were extremely young and they looked less than 15 to me. All throughout the time, I cannot help wondering about how much they are actually paid to put their lives at risk. Does this constitute child labour? How much intense training must they go through? To think that all these young performers are actually suffering backstage while the rest of us just sit aside and stare at their performances.

Leaving Genting and heading for Port Dickson tomorrow. Although I can’t wait to leave this cold weather into the warm sunshine, I must admit that I would miss Genting Highlands a lot. Although the past few days hadn’t been as enjoyable as I had expected, such an opportunity comes only once every 6 months and I intend to enjoy every moment of it, even though it is just 4 days.

One last thought. Sometimes, I wonder why Aunty Olive still treats me like a little girl. I feel so smothered by her and she has me feeling as though I just don’t know how to take care of myself. When I refuse to do something, she would stand there and start to scold me for no apparent reason and whenever I tell her I need to go somewhere, she would start firing questions at me such as, “Do you know where’s the place or not?” “Are you sure you won’t get lost?” and yadda yadda. Hello? This is the 24th time I am stepping foot into Genting Highlands and I know each and every single corner of the resort extremely well. Furthermore, I am already seventeen years old and going on to the second year of Junior College, and yet she still treats me as though I am just in the second year of Kindergarthen. Another thing I must mention is the way she just reaches over to zip up my jacket for me whenever we are outdoors, just because she thinks I am feeling cold. Words cannot express how small I felt when she does something like this, as though she doesn’t trust me to look after myself. Unfortunately for me, I just had to keep quiet or risk another round of endless scolding and nagging from Mrs “I don’t think Brenda knows how to take care of herself”.

This always happens when we are in Genting. Don’t ask me why, but I am extremely sick of it and it is high time I did something to combat this.