Rant & Raves

The other day I woke up at 535am. I had no idea why I woke up so early, but I couldn’t fall back to sleep to catch up with the sleep debt I am in. For the past many years, I have been sleeping less than 4 hours on daily basis, so I was deprive but there was nothing I could do about the situation.

So I washed up, went to McDonald’s for breakfast (yup, they are now open 24 hours a day, just in case you don’t know). Order a McMuffin Meal with coffee, and then enjoy the breakfast while I was reading the newspaper. Interesting news, but I am not going to write about those news because that will be out of topic.

After finishing the breakfast, I was bored to death. Then I decided to start the car and started my journey to Genting Highland, ALONE.

Yup, you read that right. I just went to Genting Highland.

All…..

by …..

myself…..

Nope, I am not a gambler. I mean, I gamble once in a while, especially during Chinese New Year. But going to casino for gambling is not exactly my thing. There are too many unknown variable and it depends too much on luck itself, so I just don’t really enjoy it.

But I gamble on other things, like starting a business. But that’s a different kind of gambling and I will write about it some other time (if I feel like writing about it).

So why did I go to Genting? Let’s just say that for the past few months, the only entertainment or fun I had were visiting customers. Sometimes I watched some movies on my laptop. Most of the time, I was surrounded by 4 walls and played some games on Facebook or reply comments on my blog. So I just feel like taking a breather and go somewhere, be spontaneous. So I went.

On the way to Genting, I saw that other cars were mostly packed with people, and I was the only car (at that moment) that didn’t have any passenger. Nice….

Of course, after reaching First World Hotel, my first stop is, naturally, Starbucks. Yup, enjoy a cuppa black coffee while observing and watching people.

I got some bad service from the staff of Genting Starbucks. When I ordered my coffee, the guy asked me, “with milk?” I answered him, “Yes, please leave room for milk.”

He then asked me, “So would you like caramel latte or mocha?”

I looked at him, and I said, “Black. Coffee.”

He said, “Oh okay.”

Niamah! Work at Starbucks and don’t understand simple English as “Black coffee with room for milk?”

Anyway, once I settle down onto a nice spot that has good view to the patrons, I started looking left and right for something interesting to see.

I noticed there were a few customers that looked disgruntled and haggard. They looked like they haven’t been sleeping for whole night. Oily face, messy hair, watery eyes, pale face, and appeared sleepy. Most probably some gamblers spending the whole night gambling and lost.

Then there was this one guy, haggard, but happy. Another gambler that has been gambling for whole night but won some money, I guessed.

But mostly, there were a lot of young people, sitting in groups with luggage besides them. Most likely siblings, just checked out from the hotel and waiting for their parents to be done from the casino, I thought.

Then there were some expatriates, wearing their business attire, attending their English muffins and coffee. Maybe they had a function at the convention center, or they are some suppliers to the Genting management, I thought.

After watching the people and drinking my coffee for 3 hours (yup, my coffee turned very cold at the end), I decided to watch the people inside the casino.

Woah! More disgruntled and haggard people. The reason why I said they had spent the whole night gambling was because by the time I reached Genting in the morning, it was barely 8am. And a lot of them were watching the table with full attention, thinking really hard on which number to buy, and how much to bet. I walked around, stood at some tables for a while, and decided that I don’t really understand the game. Like 3 Cards Poker. How about 3 Kings? Nope, don’t really understand them. So I continued walking, and saw the slot machine. Hmm.. a lot of people sitting there, hitting the “Reel” buttons, and looking at the screens.

Then I thought, “While I am at it, why not?”

So I took out 1 Ringgit (that’s about USD 0.29), feed it into the slot machine feeder.

The machine spat out my 1 Ringgit.

I tried again, and it spat my money out again.

Then I read the fine print on the machine. Apparently they only accept 10 Ringgit minimum.

Niamah!

So I put in 10 Ringgit, tried a few times, and lost it all.

Niamah! Now Genting is 10 Ringgit richer.

Right about noon time, I took off from Genting and went home.

Yup, that’s my life.