Me: Excuse me, do you know where I can watch the World Cup?
Staff: World Club? (Takes out brochure and points to it - World Club membership)
Me: World Cup! Football! Soccer! Pweet Pweet!
Staff: World Club here, this one.
Me: (muttered under breath) Malaysia, truly Asia.
In the end, I found out where to watch the World Cup, only to witness the Kings of Europe getting their asses handed back to them by a resolute Swiss side. And of course, after the match the Spanish blamed it on a sexy sideline reporter, the girlfriend of the goalkeeper Iker Casillas, who they said distracted him from making the crucial save.
The moment that made the whole pub groan in agony, especially me because I wasted money and sleeping time to watch the match.
Apparently, Iker was guilty of watching this girl, Sara Carbonero. Could you blame him?Anyway, to me that report is bullshit. If there were a reporter who looked like that watching me play, I would score a hat trick. Even as the goalkeeper.
I also did quite a variety of things other there, like archery, where I spent the better part of an hour shooting 40 arrows at a target and hitting anything but. I learnt two things from that experience. It's very tiring to shoot a bow and arrow, and if I were a caveman, I would starve to death. Give the caveman a bow and arrow, but give me a can opener. Thank you.
After that I gokarted, rollercoastered and bumperboated, and took just about every ride on offer at the theme park that spelt thrill. Pictured above was the corkscrew ride that I took, which was damn awesome, especially at the part where it spirals upside down like three times consecutively, and round it is the gokart track.The most memorable experience though was the Space Shot.
See that ridiculously high looking tower? Before I went up my cousin was daring me to do it. In the end, I decided to give it a shot. Heck, I mean, what's it anyway, just about 55 metres up right, no big deal, about 10 floors up only.Actually, I think the push factor was seeing little kids half my age going on that ride. At that moment I felt like if they could do it, what more me.
After queuing for about half an hour, it was my turn. I got myself strapped in with my brother and uncle, waved to my cousins, and up it was. Halfway up, I was like holy shit it really feels freaking high. And damn freaking cold. It was about six in the evening when I went up, and the winds were really strong.
Fuck.
OMG. Fuckkkk.At the top, it was just insane. If you think its bad enough being that high, imagine what its like to be that high on top of a mountain resort. I could virtually see the rest of the mountain below. Suddenly, I felt really alone and vulnerable. And anyone who has been on that ride will tell you the worst part is the waiting before the drop, knowing that you're about to experience something insane and being able to do nothing about it.
Then the drop. Apparently, you're strapped into a seat, but going down at 67km/h that's the last thing you feel. To me, it felt like I was sitting on a cushion of air plunging down into nowhere, and the rest of the feeling is simply indescribable.
The most glam picture taken mid drop.
The most unglam one. Check out my legs. Damn chio man. I have no idea why I didn't tuck them in but that's something you only ask after the event, when the pictures and video are already taken.I have to admit that I enjoyed the whole experience a lot, and I would say it actually looks scarier than it actually is. I would advise everyone to take it, because you only live once. If something happens to you, that's why you buy insurance.
Two more shots, just because I have a fascination with night and revolving carousels.