Virgin Trip out

My girlfriends and I have been planning for a girls getaway for as long as we can remember. Last week we somehow fulfilled it. Yep, we went to Genting for a 2-day one night outing. Just the four of us but it almost spelled disaster at the very beginning because to pick everybody up and to get us to the cable car station, it took Zarina 5 hours! Yep! We could have driven to Penang and reach there in less time. It wasn’t her driving or anything remotely near that; it was the plain old traffic jam. Yep, on that particular day-a van, a car and a truck just happened to break down for no apparent reason in the middle of the road ( yep! I am exaggerating). First, we thought it was some cosmic intervention signaling us to stop and go back or maybe, just maybe it might be a sign from the Al mighty but Ida quickly interrupted our thoughts with her cliché laden phrase and I quote “they say bad things come in threes, so this is the third vehicle, so no more after this” and we ended that sentence with a prayer and an Amen. True enough, there were no more after that. We reached the cable car, took it up but before that, Zarina forced us into a mission of bringing a pack of Durian up to Genting.Yep! The king of fruits!Which are banned in all hotels because of it’s intoxicating smell.Hehe! We did it and I was the smell ‘detector’, I get to smell her and her surrounding to check if the durians smell is overwhelmingly there. I guess I am very good at the responsibility bestowed upon me and I smelt it every time, without fail. Okay, we took our luggages and the durian up to the hotel room. They didn’t stopped us or the durian. We requested for two attached rooms. I bunked in with Ida and they gave us a double bed. Zarina and Irene had singles in the other room and the overwhelmingly dominant smell of durian. We got in and rest for awhile then set out for our next mission- girlie outfit for Zarina. That girl’s definition of girlie is a pink long sleeve sports t-shirt with jeans. She never wears skirts or anything remotely girlish for that matter. Hmm…a difficult mission you say but we are women and we take the task given to us seriously especially anything that has ‘shop’ tagged on it.. A couple of hours (4 to be exact) and sore feet and after much haggling (no! not with the sales person but with the wearer-Zarina), we found an outfit that we like and she would wear them. Not my definition of girlie but it will do because my feet were killing me. Then we rushed back, hmm… exaggeration again, more or like dragged out sore legs back to the hotel for our Italian dinner and Irene’s surprise birthday celebration. We went back to the room, rest for a bit, showered and got dressed. I love dressing up especially with my girlfriends there. It was like playing dolls and house when we were small. Hmm…we didn’t actually play dolls and house because we got to know each other only when we were 13 years old but we did went to parties and shared our hue and cry over boys. But you know what I mean..Geez! Everyone looked beautiful and we had a nice dinner and Ida and I managed to sneak out for a bit to go buy the cake while Zarina kept Irene busy. But the waiters were a bit dungu (Blur), I told them only to take out the cake when I gave the signal. That was understood but after so many signals, they didn’t bring out the cake. And one of them came and asked me about the cake in front of Irene, Thank god for the music, she couldn’t hear much but still! We want it to be a surprise! After a couple of failed attempts, I took the matter into my own hands and went into the kitchen, and said my peace and then came out smiling. Irene asked me why did I go into the kitchen, I told her I was searching for the loo…hehe. Then the cake came out, they wheeled it out and it was kindda nice but the look on irene’s face was priceless. She looked as if she wanted to laugh out loud( very unlikely of the quiet compose-all-the-time Irene), scream and cry at the same time. But she only muttered a soft cry and smiled her biggest smile ever and I could see that she was genuinely surprised and happy. After that we practically gobbled up the ice-cream cake in seconds because we were rushing to our ‘Mysteria’ show. It was a magic show cum musical drama of ancient Greek cum a touch of circus cum Chinese acrobats show all rolled into one. Weird is not the word and interesting just do not cut it, it’s …it’s hmm…. Anyway it was all worthwhile when you see all the hunky half naked men. They were only clad with tiny loin cloths Egyptian style. The pharaoh in particular was so fine. The six packs abs and the fine muscles ..hmmmm. After the show we became kids and lined up to be photographed with the nameless and yet fine physique actors. I couldn’t sleep that night. Too much excitement? Not so…I get that way, every first night I am away in some new place. So it wasn’t a peaceful night for me but I had fun. I am glad to have sisters like them. I thanked my lucky stars for them, for without them life would be too lonely for me. The next day, we got up pretty early considering that, that was our vacation so to speak. Old habit dies hard I suppose. We had breakfast and talked about, hmm.. of all the things, we talked about the local air carrier ie how it sucks and our own terrifying experience when on it. But the conclusion of it when ask if you would ever board that airline again and a unanimously “yeah” filled the air and followed by a self-defending sentence “coz it’s cheap”. Overall, I think it has been an eventful and meaningful outing with the girls. We are still the same in some ways and different in other ways. We are similar when we talked about our physical insecurities, please mind you that we are beautiful attractive ladies but I don’t know, there is something about us ladies, that we cannot be satisfied about what we have especially when we talked about our physical appearance. Years and years of admiring beautiful men and ladies on TV have finally bore fruit and it’s not very sweet. But what’s amazing was that we can pick up where we left off everytime. It doesn’t have any effect on the friendship at all. Every encounter was like the first time, we can chat and laugh and be as intact as ever. I guess that’s the magic of a friendship that had lasted all this while and tested through time, ups and downs. It has become stronger than we ever thought it could be. Okay, enough of being mushy, I am beginning to sound and feel like today’s weather, cloudy, wet and mopy. The great news is that our next trip would be somewhere international! Yep! Dare I say it! It will be Bangkok. Hmm…four zany women in Bangkok! It does have a nice, wicked ring to it, don’t you think?Ta!