Since he and his friend planned to go up to Genting, we decided to meet there on Saturday night to have dinner.
So if go Genting only means one thing lo. Gambling is primary and dinner is secondary.
Go to genting but not visiting the casino?
To us it is like visiting a gorgeous and lonely woman's home and ended up playing monopoly.
So, there we go. We have the cash, we wore our long pants and smart suits, enter the casino lounge only to be stopped by the security guards.
The very first few thing that came to my mind:
1. I need to surrender my camera phone OR
2. It is just a random body check, just in case i carried a bomb with me OR
3. I looked like a Muslim who pray 5 times a day OR
4. I have been blacklisted by Genting because i have lose so much that the Casino is sympathy with me.
But i am wrong.
Guard: "Can i have a look at your ic please?"
Me: "*&&^%%$, bang, i am almost 30 yrs old already ler!!"
Guard: "Umur you berapa??Macam bawah umur saja?"
So needless to say, my dad was laughing so hard.
So hard that as if i have the face of a 30 yr old and a body of 5 yrs old.
I don't blame him.
But whether it is good or bad, i wouldn't know.
Unexpected things happened once in a while, like this moment.
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