The Monkey Says: A Newfound Game

I was 100 metres away from the nearest Starbucks, besides having a hot cup of mocha (since it's blooody cold outside!) also to have wifi so I can blog from Genting Highlands but because of one remark from my mother,

"Oh, the three of you (Sissy, Cousin Jo and I) going to Starbucks? Erm, ok lah, I don't really fancy coffee. I'm going er ... 'upstairs'."

.. Starbucks was a failed mission.

Notice she did not say she was going up to the room, because she wasn't planning to!!!!! Upstairs was where the casino was -_-''''
But in the end, all four of us went 'upstairs' anyway -_-'''

Supper at Coffee Terrace.

On that Sunday night, all the ladies were figuring out ways to make me look older (like I don't already!!!!) to ensure entry to the casino because everyone else was old and I was the only pokpokchui one hoho! I had to put on my mother's shawl and carry my cousin's bag, auntie style. I looked so old that I scared myself. Really. *shudders*

No, it didn't occur to me at that point to take a picture because everyone else was in a hurry to gamble gamble gamble pffffft.

I lost in that stupid Three Picture game and after that Roulette was downhill for me. I was so sad that I didn't touch supper at all (even though capital was provided by the mother but what hurts the most wtf rascal flatts ok anyway yeah what hurts the most was that I won a 100% from my capital and in the end lost it all INCLUDING my damn capital *sniff). I was so sad that the father gave me 50 bucks to cheer me up. I was so sad that my aunt gave me another additional 20 bucks to further cheer me up.

=D

Foggy afternoon after the heavy rain the night before.

"It's God's will," I quote Cousin Joanna when the pathway we walked was leading us towards the casino. Note, this happened after supper and spending 15 miserable minutes in Club Safari. And this time, I was shawl-less and had my Hobo bag which I conveniently sling on my shoulders.
The fact that I managed a smooth entry was "God's will" too. Once again, quote unquote Cousin Joanna.

-_-'''

Is it me, or do all gamblers enjoy relating everything that happens to their ancestors or god? Like my Dad, he bought 22 on the roulette table and indeed 22 it was and off he went about how he had this voice in his head that his mother (my grandmother) was telling him to buy her birthdate.

-_-''''


Anyhoo. The second time I entered, there I was. Sitting at the roulette table, too afraid to play because I lost the damn capital the first time pffffft but in the end, took out that 20 bucks that my aunt gave me anyway and hoho, lucky lucky me because not only did I earn the capital I initially lost, I profited as well. Aaaah .. sweet old roulette.

All in all, this trip to Genting was none other than a gambling trip cos all we did was eat, sleep and gamble -_-'''


What la.