MunSTeR and The Tickets
1/22/2010 09:17:00 PMThe following is a very short story about a girl happy yet bek-chek moment. Enjoy.
Hey! Don't give me a roll-your-eyes-look puh-leese.
Once upon a time, there was this girl who wanted to have a chance to go to anybody somebody's concert. But unfortunately, all these concerts were only held in KL, which is far-far-away. She waited and hung on for years to fulfill her dreams.
Then one day, chance came. Her Idol-s decided to hold a concert in her country. So, this desperate hopeful girl was determined to get herself a ticket to be near with her stars by all means. (Even though it's still far-far-away...=.= )She tried everything possible. She had s... *some missing text*
Uh...I'll just cut the crap. Since you are so smart.
Yesh, that girl is Me. An ambitious-me a few years ago.
That was then.
Now:
*Hurrah!*
(embarrassed, embarrassed, so embarrassed)
Sorry, I guess I'm slightly drifted away. Just to clarify myself, that seldom happens you know.
Anyway, back to the story.
Before I (or rather dad b/c he's paying for them. Thanks, dad! You make my day.=) bought the tickets at this place called Red Box i.e. a karaoke pub or something, my dad asked for discount. The receptionist offered him the DotRed Card, which entitles us a 10% discount for the tickets. A total of RM30-something discount? Yes, that is a lot. So we went for it.
Then the bek-chek part came in. As you know, applying for a membership card involves a very tiring process. The receptionist brought me a few (and that's a lot? Yeah~!) application forms to be filled in with. Well, that's okay~ I can handle this. But what really unnerved me was this>>
(The receptionist handling me the application forms... )
MunSTeR: Thanks.
(MunSTeR started to fill the forms)
The Receptionist: Wait. You must be above 12 yrs old to apply for this card. Why don't you let your father apply since you are still under-age?
MunSTeR : Thank you for your concern But I'm 17 going 18 years-old.
The Receptionist: Oh I see. Can you please show me your ID?
([Only]The above line is fiction.)
MunSTeR : Sure.
(The Receptionist checked my ID number and those bla bla bla stuff)
The Receptionist: Thank you. Please continue.
*End of Conversation*
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