Last weekend during the Hari Raya holidays, the brotherhood formed a 2 days 1 night trip to Genting, the city of entertainment.

So they say.

I feel that the tagline “City of Entertainment” only applies to kids, or any boy or girl who are not aged enough to enter the casino.

For the rest of us who are old enough to enter that place, it’s more logical for us to call it the “City of Empty-tainment”. Because everytime you go into the casino, more often than not you will end up like this.

How many of you will agree with me on this?

Going to the Genting Casino is like a never-ending cycle of the saga of Malaysian politics.

For instance, we always dress up really nicely, and walk into the casino full of confidence and style. And then we find a table which we hypothetically think that could pay us tons of cash, wait for a chair and sit there, looking very serious, very confident that we are going to Win big.

Like Balasubramaniam.

And then not even 24 hours later, we walk out of the casino looking like this.

Also like Balasubramaniam.

There is also another theory, saying that ever since the founder of Genting died, the casino has been “donating” a lot of wins to the gamblers as a sign of gratitude over their continuous support. They say that Uncle Lim (Lim Goh Tong’s nickname) is now the “God of Wealth” circling the casino everyday, donating money to gamblers in need of money to raise their kids.

Imagine.

Uncle Lim donating money to the poor through his casino. Helping us to lead better lives and to give better financial security to our families.

Bull Shit.

The truth is, WE are the Gods of Wealth who are the ones always donating money to Uncle Lim! We (the gamblers and the poor) are the ones who help him to lead a better life and to allow him to give better financial security to his families.

And today they are so successful they’re already building another casino in Singapore. A freaking big one too.

All because of Gods of Wealth like us to give him the financial means to do so.

During the trip, the brotherhood attempted the Napoleon Bonarparte stunt again. This time on Jiaye. However, their efforts came to no avail when Jiaye put up a strong defense and erm… wore a button shirt (Harder to strip).

We Came.

We Saw.

We Failed. Not the next time though.

But all in all it was a good trip. Get to spend some quality time with my buddies.

And I nearly stroked the Jackpot and nearly became an instant millionaire.

Looking forward for the next one.