Ok, boys and girls.

It's a Sunday.
It's late.
I'm bored out of my skull.
I have nothing else better to do.

And it's only that very unique and specific combination of events, that will cause me... to blog. I space out, therefore i blog. Anyway, somewhere in the middle of the previous week, I went to dreamworld with Azam, Joe, Shane, and azam's sister, who is a whiny hyperactive tart who does not know the meaning of 'CIGARETTE BREAK.'

I woke up early. Very early. Too early. It was cold. I was rather upset about that. Met up with the guys at the pickup zone, where the coach that would deliver us to Dreamworld, was late. Anyway, cutting snippets of story aside due to the fact that i don't like typing out lengthy recounts, we arrived at Dreamworld.

It wasn't open yet. But there were still very long lines. People are very enthusiastic in this country. Ok, gonna fastforward a little, skip the walking around, skip some more stuff, ah ok. Went on some pretty funky rides, like the Wipeout (much larger version of Times Square's revolvotron), Tower of Terror (hyperspeed acceleration to backward drop), Giant Drop (like the solero space shot except this time i actually pissed my pants), and the Vortex (round room. spins very fast. then it spins faster. centrifugal force pushes you against the walls and simulates artificial gravity).