After constant bugging, I finally relented and gave in to Weilong’s ‘invitation’. To go into Malaysia for a day. When he first asked me, I gave him a firm NO and told him brutally, “I’m not about to go in there and be stripped off of my cash by some loony threatening me with a HIV-infected needle tip, pointing at my neck!”
Honestly, I was rather amazed by the fact that he does actually go in there. THIS, coming from a person, who is afraid of getting on a flight, for fear that it will explode ‘on-air’, getting under the rain, for fear that he would get sick… blah blah. I mean, going into Malaysia is even more dangerous isn’t it? He told me in a reassuring tone, “It only get dangerous in the night!”
…Yar! As if! When I’m lying in the big box, you will live in regret for bringing me in! -_-”
As we were making our payments and getting our passport authorised at the Malaysia Custom Check Point, I noticed that the person doing it is a Macik.I thought that it would be nice to say Terimah Kaseh, to show that I know their custom or something. However, my act of kindness was being thrown with a cold bucket of water at. As we left the place, WL told me, “Don’t Gey Kiang!”
We went to Hoilday Plaza. The thing is, we didn’t expect a full car park. WL had to go round and round the carpark just to look for a slot. While at it, he said, “Help me look for a slot, with a Singapore car next to it!”
“Why?” I asked and arched my eyebrow.
“That’s because that would lower the chances of my car being steal…”
I looked at him.
“Best if the car next to me is an expensive car like Mercs, the chances would even be lowered!” He said, beaming with pride.
I just looked at him. Again. -_-”
After going round in circles, we finally saw a slot, and there are a few cars just behind us. Deciding not to risk it, he stopped his car perpendicular to the slot and said, “I see how they can park in with my car just right in front!”
I told him, “FYI, if you are being cornered by Ah-Bengs, I’m just going to runaway!”
We go for our favourite fastfood chain, KFC, for lunch. I’m glad that I was born in the era where Singapore’s KFC was still using bottled chilli sauce and tomato ketchup. Stepping into the KFC in Malaysia is like going back into time. They still stick to that medieval practice.
Placing our order is quite a challenge because the cashier desn’t speak English and our Malay is as good as our Greek. We ended up having to point here and there. I’m surprised to see that they serve their 2 piece chicken meal, on a plate. In Singapore, they gave you paper tray, with the coleslaw and whipped potato already packed in a small plastic container. Over there, they gave you a scoop of each, onto the plate. I can’t help but feel that it’s like eating in a SAF Camp Cookhouse.
The main purpose of going into there, is to get some pirated Dvds out. That shopping center is like the then Sim Lim Square. Practically every other shop is selling pirated Dvds. They are more high class and smart in a sense that they didn’t display their loot under the broad daylight, but in their shop. Here’s the catch. Their shop is divided into half, with a secret door which is made to look like part of the wall, leding to the back. Upon stepping in, I don’t even know where to start first. I ended up buying my all time favourite, Ally Mcbeal Season 1.
WL was still deciding whether to buy Lust Caution while making out payments. He asked the boss, “Is this the clear, uncut version?”
“Oh, don’t worry! This is a very clear version…”
He nodded, making a ‘hmm’ sound.
“I’m against getting those taken in movies kind of quality…” The boss continued and while slipping our purchase into a plastic bag, he said, “You can even see Tony Leung’s butt clearly!”
I quickly look away and while turning, I heard WL said, “I’m a guy! I don’t need to see another man’s butt!” Haha…
Shopping in there is quite a relax affair. You don’t have slow walking people wearing constipated look. You don’t have Prudential Insurance Agent coming up to you with a harmless smile, asking you to do a stupid survey. And the things are damn CHEAP in there.
We stopped by a Car Washing service before returning to Singapore. They have 2 guys spraying foam water at the car and after when they are done, another 4 guys would be wiping the car clean for you. They even help you clean the interior too. All for a price of RM$8, when converted Sing dollars, it’s only $3+. Yet, they are happy wih what they are doing.
If you were to pay the car washing service people here in Singapore only that much, I think you will get a Finger as a ‘Soup of the day’. Followed by your mum’s vagina being cursed as an entree. And if you are lucky, they will end off with a spat as the desert.
Happy Days~~
