Faded Fantasy
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Genting Highland used to be like a dream place to me, you know, like the land where Mickey Mouse lives in for his entire life alongside with his eternally unchanged girlfriend as well as his whole bunch of unbelievable animated blokes.
As a kid, whenever my parents spilled out the words "Genting Highland", and relate these two words which could stimulate every inch of my nerves with some other choices of words, for example, "we are going...", I would be jumping up and down the sofas or anything that I could make contact with both of my feet like one of the mascots of Genting Highland (there's a monkey among that bunch of animals, isn't it?)
Last week, I was experiencing a tormenting 7-day period. Out of no where, rare ulcers kept visiting my mouth, they all popped out out of the blue, and to top it all, their friendly neighbourhood, Mr. Fever came along to visit me at the same time.
That was a really rare event. I went to consult the doc and guess what the doc told me? She surprised me with an announcement that I was actually got infected with Coxakie virus (I'm not sure whether I spelt it all right), and I was infected with a very mild form of Hand, Foot & Mouth Disease.
I thought, wow, GREAT! I've got myself a baby disease! (Since babies, toddlers and older people who exceed 60 years old are the people who are most susceptible to Hand, Foot & Mouth Disease)
Then Friday came and we were on our way to Genting Highland. Perhaps it was because of the disturbance caused by the disgusting ulcers, I could not enjoy a nibble bit. (Or perhaps it was because of the fact that I went with my family members? I gotta admit hanging out with a bunch of friends would definitely make a different set of atmosphere)
But man, all the queues were terribly long. As if I was wanting to play a game so badly till all my legs became numb. Gosh, how have I grew old all these years? But I still screamed like hell with all angles of my mouth wide opened when I rode on the Pirate Ship and Space Shot, till a small portion of my lip (a minor part where a small ulcer actually enjoy growing on it) broke open, and some droplets of reddish liquor which almost resembles the famous cocktail, Bloody Mary, popped out from my openable organ which locates under my nostrils.
Very nice... Given that I went to join my dear coursemates for a KTV session the next day, with a very sexy voice, plus a mouth with biological landmines galore.
As a kid, whenever my parents spilled out the words "Genting Highland", and relate these two words which could stimulate every inch of my nerves with some other choices of words, for example, "we are going...", I would be jumping up and down the sofas or anything that I could make contact with both of my feet like one of the mascots of Genting Highland (there's a monkey among that bunch of animals, isn't it?)
Last week, I was experiencing a tormenting 7-day period. Out of no where, rare ulcers kept visiting my mouth, they all popped out out of the blue, and to top it all, their friendly neighbourhood, Mr. Fever came along to visit me at the same time.
That was a really rare event. I went to consult the doc and guess what the doc told me? She surprised me with an announcement that I was actually got infected with Coxakie virus (I'm not sure whether I spelt it all right), and I was infected with a very mild form of Hand, Foot & Mouth Disease.
I thought, wow, GREAT! I've got myself a baby disease! (Since babies, toddlers and older people who exceed 60 years old are the people who are most susceptible to Hand, Foot & Mouth Disease)
Then Friday came and we were on our way to Genting Highland. Perhaps it was because of the disturbance caused by the disgusting ulcers, I could not enjoy a nibble bit. (Or perhaps it was because of the fact that I went with my family members? I gotta admit hanging out with a bunch of friends would definitely make a different set of atmosphere)
But man, all the queues were terribly long. As if I was wanting to play a game so badly till all my legs became numb. Gosh, how have I grew old all these years? But I still screamed like hell with all angles of my mouth wide opened when I rode on the Pirate Ship and Space Shot, till a small portion of my lip (a minor part where a small ulcer actually enjoy growing on it) broke open, and some droplets of reddish liquor which almost resembles the famous cocktail, Bloody Mary, popped out from my openable organ which locates under my nostrils.
Very nice... Given that I went to join my dear coursemates for a KTV session the next day, with a very sexy voice, plus a mouth with biological landmines galore.
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