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A Trip to Kula Lumpur (I)
It was a trip made in a public holidy eve last year, a buddy invited me to join him so he could reduce the overhead cost of his business endeavour ( for two tickets with shared hotel room is cheaper) and there was no surprise that I was assigned the job of obatining visa from Malaysian High Commission since I have shown I could be taken advantage of .
After cruching apples in one morning after another , the visa was settled. And it was a clean evening that we were asked to stand beside a carpark entrance in order not to miss the chance of catching a minibus . The minibus finally arrived and we were fetched to the second causeway between Singapore and Maylaysia. It was pretty smooth to clear immigration procedure in the Singapore side, and, as it always was , in Big Day eve ,very crowd in the Malaysian side. It was a typical example of political tossle runing amuck: The Mayalysian immigration department expresses their hostility to singaporean by refusing to place more staff in the immigation gate, while residents in border state of Johor Baru ,who complain the shopping crowd from singapore causes high price of commodities, were most comfortable with this buff. It seems good to everybody, even wise people like me were not able to see wellfare loss. One thing is for sure, a two-hour waiting was apparenly a good test of patience for gamblers like my friend, who had so far received this test more than once.
Eventually the bus was on the way to Genting highland , a resort at a mountain height near Kuala Lumpur . The air-con on the bus was so efficient that my friend and I put on everthing we had, I use my extra pants ,still, there is no way to have a knock-off. So when the bus arrive at cable station I finally relieved that I need not make any attempt of pypnotising myself by counting numbers.
It was in the early morning when we finally get into a hotel room at Genting highland. After early breakfast I went to bed and my energetic friend went to casino immedately to have a test of his luck. When I woke up ,my friend was in the room and I was offered a lunch since he had won quite a lot. As you should know this was the only time of his showing generosity during the journey. After lunch he showed me around the internal facilities of the complex linked by underways as heavy mug seized the mountain height made any outdoor activity impossible. Finally he guided me to the entrance of casino, he lended a shirt at three Ringgit(malaysia money) , and I was permited to enter without changing my clothes. Later I recognised many colourful shirt like this when we took the cable car down the mount, I knew this is a gamblers’ shirt because I could see excitement, expectatation and desperation on faces of people dressing these colour shirts. Although this was my first time to see a big Casino like this, I was not excited because I was a very experienced gambler: once lost everything to my classmates and had a fasting of two days. My friend told me how to place a bid on different tables but I did not remembe most of them, but there was no regret as I learned how to play Black Jack as a bonus. Soon my friend dispeared in the crowd and I persuaded myself to buy fifty Ringit chips to try my luck in a Casino. I lost my last chip soon and went out of gamble house. I played some games and dispointed with my performance. I did not see my friend until I went to the hotel room at 9pm when he told me he would place a big bet on the night , and if he had gone back to the hotel room before mid-night he should have made big buck by then like what he had done in his last trip. BUT HE DID NOT SHOW UP UNTIL 7am IN THE MORNING. He told he lost everything later on and he had been waiting his luck all the night turning around but it had never been his “Feng”. He asked for loan from me for expense in Kula Lumpur. At 9am we were on a cable car descending to a bus station where we were to take a bus to Kula Lumpur.＜本文发表于: 相约加拿大:枫下论坛 www.rolia.net/f ＞