Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Day 1It all began with a yawn as we left Gimo's place for the boarding point at Boon Lay Shopping Centre on a cold March morning. We just had an entire night's worth of mahjong behind us and the fatigue was hanging heavily onto our bodies.
Anticipating that there'll be a MAJOR traffic jam ahead due to the recent manhunt for Mas Selamat, we wisely grab some breakfast at the coffee shop nearby.
The breakfast gang!
I'm picking my nose and shooting it into other people's food.
An overbridge climb later and we've boarded the bus. It was those spacious 3-seats-per-row-config kinda bus and we settled down into our inclined seats and prepare to hibernate for our LONG journey ahead.
I forgot to on the flash.
Funny face Dom.
Yuan Yuan Xing Bing Wei!
Gimo and me.
A incident worth mentioning(And laughing at.) again and again in years to come and serves as an excellent precautionary tale for all who's traveling abroad would be what happend to our Wanyi that very day. That lass never seem to cease amazing us with her silly exploits. She'll forever be caught pants down in any kinda akward and silly incident imaginable.
Figurative speaking of course!
Even now in retrospect, its hilarity never seem to fade in the slightest.
What happened was after she repeatedly berating Thomas for not having check and change his photo earlier as it was taken in what, Primary 1? The irony being that she herself upon reaching Singapore Custom, found out that her supposed passport was in fact, her mother's!!!
Truth be told, at that point in time we're at a dilema as to whether we should be angry or we should be laughing.
It took $20 SGD to placate the fuming bus driver who was gonna leave her behind and another 20 mins for her mum to drive down and pass her the correct passport.
Sheesh! Burden yes? HAHAHA...
The rest of the trip there was pretty much uneventful. As much as a sleeping Jerk could tell that is.
BANG!
5 tedious hours of stops, bumps and swerves later, we've reach our destination! The checking in went horrendously slow as we had like 200 people before us, so we went for some chow while we waited.
Tada! First World Hotel!
Me and Thomas and a whole shiteload of tourist at the back.
But before that, some tourist shots!
New boyband, The Lung Cancerers!
Without the cigs and 1 more friend.
With 1 burden more! Hahaha.
Points over at yonder.
First meal of the trip, KENNY RODGERS! Come to think of it, we always eat that upon our arrival to Genting.
Whatever!
A sated man is a happy man.
Gimo and his mum!
After a hearty meal and several loud burps later, we made our way to the check in counter and guess what? Just nice, its our number!
I derive joy from every small details in life. So sue me if you can't stand happy people.
Loser!
Our rooms were a disapointing sight. And I'm trying to be nice to the hotel here. See for yourself and tell me I'm wrong.
The cell.
The lack of furniture.
The shiteroom.
The view from the window. In this case, the lack of it.
Whats even more, if possible, disapointing happened when the door pivoted inwards and realised that the room has not even been made! GRRRR...
We've felt obligated to adhere to the Singaporean culture and COMPLAIN!
Then out of nowhere came this chap with a smile on his face and a trolley full of bedsheets, toiletries and whatever nonsense the hotels fill their rooms with.
He speedily went about his work with a smile even as his "entourage" of other guests in similar predicament as us, entrenched themselves outside our room and fire endless barrage of questions as to when was their room gonna be done.
He put a smile on my face as he answered calmly with that unfailing smile of his. I am a total sucker for such good people.
Ka-chink! There goes my first tip of the trip! 10 ringit wasn't really much to me, but from the further inclination of the edge of his smile I knew I've made his day.
After both our rooms were done, we literally dump our laggauge behind and began to launch our attack on the casino! Leave no table untouched!
Sorry for the lack of pictures as they're not allowed to be taken in the casino premises. Come to think about it, I'm not so sorry. LOL!
Upon arrival, our vanguard Gimo, has lost 100 ringit in even less than 1 mins at the game of 3 Pictures.
After the clear demostration of how formidable our enemies were, we cautiously fan out in smaller groups engaging different tables. I ended up with Dom at the roulete table and won abit betting on Odd and Even.
My interest with the casino ended somewhere after 1/2 and hour or so. I'm really not much of a gambler you see. And chicks for reasons beyond my comprehension totally digs risk-takers.
I'm doomed to be single and unattractive. Period.
The first day of battle was pretty much lost and we retreated, seeking a place for dinner. And we ended up at a coffeeshop. Again!
It's so cold!
Nah its just Thomas smoking.
Sam old group again.
My childhood favourite! The number 8 chocolate!
But he owes me money!
The food was suprisingly inexpensive and delicious, as is with all the food in Malaysia. We raped a plate horfun, fried rice and chee chong fan like a couple of Ethopians.
We decided to end our first night on a relaxing note(Not engaging in prostitution lar pervert!), thus with that notion guiding our action, we found ourselves a pub and watched ourselves a soccer match.
Band of losers!
Yes I watched it too. It was 'cause the liquor was too diluted and I really couldn't get drunk. LOL!
Anyway Man U trashed Liverpool 3 to 0. And me, Dominque and Thomas betted on the latter. It was a 12(11 Man U players and 1 referee) vs 10(1 Liverpool player got sent off) match and the ending was every bit as predictable as it was distasteful.
We called it a day as we made our way back with mouthfuls of grievance on the match and water down liqour in our system.
END OF DAY 1!
FUNKED IT ALL UP ON 9:37:00 AM