We (Prata, WM and myself) drove into Malaysia on a day trip to settle some business matters.
We should have known it was not going to be an ordinary day when things started to cock up early in the morning with Prata not receiving our SMS texts and was late in meeting us.
I had burnt a couple of CDs to entertain ourselves for the long hours of driving. But when we put on the first CD and Madonna's "4 Minutes" came on, WM and I noticed Prata's pained look while the two of us were bouncing our heads up and down.
Evidently he is not a fan of hip hop. We had to change CDs. Chinese songs and competitions to see who can hit the high notes kept us going till we reached our destination.
In the end, we waited 3 hours to process our work with the authorities. Half of the time was because Prata forgot to bring a receipt to the post-office and had to come back for it. One hour gone because of that.
We left the place around 4 plus, bought some stuff, had durians and embarked on the journey back.
We were reaching the first toll plaza when WM had a brilliant idea - play the hip hop CD, max out the volume and bass, andblast shock the toll employee with our "mobile disco" through the wound-down windows.
It was a perfect plan and our "mobile disco" was rocking with Black Eyed Peas' "My Humps" when we pulled into the toll plaza.
I was first disturbed when I first noticed that the toll booth had no visible windows. Nobody reached out a hand to hand us a toll ticket.
Squinting our eyes through the darkened glass, we picked out a bearded face looking at us with a look of resignation. Following his cue and up-pointing finger, we looked up and saw the sign "For Touch-N-Go only".
We had entered the wrong toll lane.
It was a gargantuan mistake. A car had already pulled in behind us by now.
Making signs to the other car to reverse back and let us out, the driver grudgingly did so, definitely cursing beneath his breath. Sheepishly, we waved thank you in return.
We entered the right toll lane this time but somehow "My Humps" never quite hit the right note again. After we cleared the toll plaza, we were rolling around in laughter and embarrassment! :D
That was not the last of it.
After averaging 140~150kph, we reached the other toll plaza in no time. The battle plan was the same - shock and awe, hip hop style.
"My Humps" was once again blasting to the max volume when we pulled up beside the toll booth. The rear windscreen was actually shaking with the vibration from the bass!
With a deadpan face and nonchalent look, I handed over the ticket and cash to the shell-shocked minah who was manning the booth.
While waiting for the receipt, I maintained my deadpan look. I chanced to turn my head around and observed WM and Prata with red faces about to explode with laughter. Hurridly, I swung my face to the minah again and maintained my Don Corleone facade with composure.
The minah was restraining her laughter when she passed me the receipt. I could tell she was about to explode with laughter. I gave her a this-happens-every-day shrug and we drove off coolly. Soon we were doubling up in laughter... great success!!!
We thought of pulling it off again at the Singapore Customs checkpoint but thought better of it. The long massive jam killed off all our moods in the end!
This might be my last trip to Malaysia with the boys (the bosses are making noise why so many people need to go together) but I fully enjoyed it and will remember the funny incidents for a good long time.
:D
We should have known it was not going to be an ordinary day when things started to cock up early in the morning with Prata not receiving our SMS texts and was late in meeting us.
I had burnt a couple of CDs to entertain ourselves for the long hours of driving. But when we put on the first CD and Madonna's "4 Minutes" came on, WM and I noticed Prata's pained look while the two of us were bouncing our heads up and down.
Evidently he is not a fan of hip hop. We had to change CDs. Chinese songs and competitions to see who can hit the high notes kept us going till we reached our destination.
In the end, we waited 3 hours to process our work with the authorities. Half of the time was because Prata forgot to bring a receipt to the post-office and had to come back for it. One hour gone because of that.
We left the place around 4 plus, bought some stuff, had durians and embarked on the journey back.
We were reaching the first toll plaza when WM had a brilliant idea - play the hip hop CD, max out the volume and bass, and
It was a perfect plan and our "mobile disco" was rocking with Black Eyed Peas' "My Humps" when we pulled into the toll plaza.
I was first disturbed when I first noticed that the toll booth had no visible windows. Nobody reached out a hand to hand us a toll ticket.
Squinting our eyes through the darkened glass, we picked out a bearded face looking at us with a look of resignation. Following his cue and up-pointing finger, we looked up and saw the sign "For Touch-N-Go only".
We had entered the wrong toll lane.
It was a gargantuan mistake. A car had already pulled in behind us by now.
Making signs to the other car to reverse back and let us out, the driver grudgingly did so, definitely cursing beneath his breath. Sheepishly, we waved thank you in return.
We entered the right toll lane this time but somehow "My Humps" never quite hit the right note again. After we cleared the toll plaza, we were rolling around in laughter and embarrassment! :D
That was not the last of it.
After averaging 140~150kph, we reached the other toll plaza in no time. The battle plan was the same - shock and awe, hip hop style.
"My Humps" was once again blasting to the max volume when we pulled up beside the toll booth. The rear windscreen was actually shaking with the vibration from the bass!
With a deadpan face and nonchalent look, I handed over the ticket and cash to the shell-shocked minah who was manning the booth.
While waiting for the receipt, I maintained my deadpan look. I chanced to turn my head around and observed WM and Prata with red faces about to explode with laughter. Hurridly, I swung my face to the minah again and maintained my Don Corleone facade with composure.
The minah was restraining her laughter when she passed me the receipt. I could tell she was about to explode with laughter. I gave her a this-happens-every-day shrug and we drove off coolly. Soon we were doubling up in laughter... great success!!!
We thought of pulling it off again at the Singapore Customs checkpoint but thought better of it. The long massive jam killed off all our moods in the end!
This might be my last trip to Malaysia with the boys (the bosses are making noise why so many people need to go together) but I fully enjoyed it and will remember the funny incidents for a good long time.
:D
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