We left Justin’s place at about 3am, Sunday.

As the lift was descending, we heard a loud thump and it jerked to a stop between Levels 8 and 9.

Cruz:
Oh shit! I’ve gotta work tomorrow! I don’t wanna be stuck here for the rest of the night with you all!

Dunno who:
You think we wanna be stuck with you meh? Chey!

Everyone was amused. Not by the conversation, but at the fact that we were trapped.

Five seconds later, the lift elevated us to Level 9, where the eight of us scrambled out with minimal commotion and action in case the cranky lift decided to drop straight to the groundfloor and kill us all.

As we watched with bewilderment, at how the lift proceeded to descend smoothly to Level 1, someone pointed at the door next to the lift. #09-128! Maybe it was an indication that we should place bets for Sunday’s 4D ! 9128!

I was quick to answer, “Ok ok! Nah! Here’s my money. Who buy?”

“Who buy?”

“Who buy?”

“Who buy?”

“Ok, I buy.”

“Haiyah, don’t buy lah! Won’t win one lah!”

The last sentence came from Kitty, who was quick to inform me the same evening that 9128 wasn’t one of the winning combinations. Bleah.

The top prize number was 0009, by the way.

Maybe we took the wrong cue.

Or maybe because the foul mouthed Kitty was with us. Bleah.