Star City
We were all, 4 carloads of siblings, spouses and kids, driving along Manila Bay for the sake of entertaining my visiting sister Vic, when a really silly idea hit upon me and we all ended up parking our vehicles at Star City, with the colorful, animated facade beckoning, that promised a night of chuckles (for retardedness) for us grown-ups, and heavenly fun, as carnivals never fail to do, for two little kids who were with us.
Star City is absolutely nothing like Disneyland, which for me remains as the happiest place on earth, but instead, a place converted into a covered airconditioned complex of many tiny shops leading to the old grounds that housed the rides I remember from the last time I was there, which was ages ago. 'Darn I'm gonna get wet!' I thought, as I imagined a romp through the Wild River which is similar to the Splash Mountain in Disney with one sharp vertical decline that ends you up in the bottom with a giant splash, wet clothing, and a bad case of giggles.
The first thing I wanted to do were the baby rides, and I happened to pick out one sorry execution of a Snow White track that had nothing much for sights and effects but was really a twice over protracted train ride that left you wondering 'What the ...?!' when you were abruptly stopped at the point where you got on. Anyway, my thoughts were confirmed when Arianna told me it was extremely sucky, so on to the next.
The Little Mermaid looked more promising from the outside, with a humongous Ursula evilly leering at you which would have made a scared little child say 'Sorry, I'll not do it again', but made one unthinking adult curios enough to get into one of the two most regretful rides of the night, like I did. It was an endless canal of drifting slowly afloat a 4-seater round tub that turned around in slow motion, for lack of something else to do, that ran the course of the looong, lifeless space that smelled really musty, is everything a ride shouldn't be, that made you dizzy which should just been reserved for a ride that's well worth it. Aaaa ... enough, and right then I decided to part ways with Yanna and my husband and joined up with my older, wilder sister Sheila as we happily set out for the Wild River.
Yay!!! The Wild River was just as I remembered it to be, that got my sister and I hysterically giggling, wet like flood victims, and all the more daring and fired up enough to consider the shiny yellow Zyklon Loop that was beginning to look good from a distance. Scream ride or vomit ride? 'Well. we'd be too scared to get dizzy', my sister declared in her infinite wisdom and to which I kind of disagreed, but was cajoled into, so we decided to do it and not let the innocent sight of a 360 degree loop get into the way of fun. The rest was, well, time spent in repentance and sweating buckets, waiting for the others in a park bench accross a really strong aircon vent, and I'm sure that's just about as much as my wise old sister remembers, except that she had to drive home and I didn't, which was for me, the best revenge.
Thank God I didn't have dinner.
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Star City is absolutely nothing like Disneyland, which for me remains as the happiest place on earth, but instead, a place converted into a covered airconditioned complex of many tiny shops leading to the old grounds that housed the rides I remember from the last time I was there, which was ages ago. 'Darn I'm gonna get wet!' I thought, as I imagined a romp through the Wild River which is similar to the Splash Mountain in Disney with one sharp vertical decline that ends you up in the bottom with a giant splash, wet clothing, and a bad case of giggles.
The first thing I wanted to do were the baby rides, and I happened to pick out one sorry execution of a Snow White track that had nothing much for sights and effects but was really a twice over protracted train ride that left you wondering 'What the ...?!' when you were abruptly stopped at the point where you got on. Anyway, my thoughts were confirmed when Arianna told me it was extremely sucky, so on to the next.
The Little Mermaid looked more promising from the outside, with a humongous Ursula evilly leering at you which would have made a scared little child say 'Sorry, I'll not do it again', but made one unthinking adult curios enough to get into one of the two most regretful rides of the night, like I did. It was an endless canal of drifting slowly afloat a 4-seater round tub that turned around in slow motion, for lack of something else to do, that ran the course of the looong, lifeless space that smelled really musty, is everything a ride shouldn't be, that made you dizzy which should just been reserved for a ride that's well worth it. Aaaa ... enough, and right then I decided to part ways with Yanna and my husband and joined up with my older, wilder sister Sheila as we happily set out for the Wild River.
Yay!!! The Wild River was just as I remembered it to be, that got my sister and I hysterically giggling, wet like flood victims, and all the more daring and fired up enough to consider the shiny yellow Zyklon Loop that was beginning to look good from a distance. Scream ride or vomit ride? 'Well. we'd be too scared to get dizzy', my sister declared in her infinite wisdom and to which I kind of disagreed, but was cajoled into, so we decided to do it and not let the innocent sight of a 360 degree loop get into the way of fun. The rest was, well, time spent in repentance and sweating buckets, waiting for the others in a park bench accross a really strong aircon vent, and I'm sure that's just about as much as my wise old sister remembers, except that she had to drive home and I didn't, which was for me, the best revenge.
Thank God I didn't have dinner.
Filed Under: Funnies
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