Gambling is so much a part of life here that it is ridiculous to see how much fuss has been made about building the two ‘Integrated Resorts’.
I’m game for a flutter once in a while too. So do my friends. We gamble on anything: the stockmarket, when to buy a car because of the COE prices, when not to put a parking coupon because we think the parking auntie is not rain-proof, any four-number combination that catches our eye (like the registration plates of an upside down car my friend saw at a road accident scene, which prompted him to buy 4D, but the winning number came out in reverse sequence, so he lost his money).
Once, we even caught an iguana, strung it up, and made it pick out 4D numbers from scraps of paper. (Also nair win, but we cooked the bugger and ate it).
When we were living in Sydney, my friends and I would go to Star City because the parking was the cheapest in town, go out and have dinner, then come back to the casino for a flutter, hoping to win back our parking fees. Then we’d go home. When we had a bit more time, we’d stay there longer, because if you gambled at the tables, they’d serve you free drinks and snacks like chicken wings and spring rolls. And when we had even more time, we’d drive the 10 hours to Melbourne’s Crown Casino, or the Gold Coast’s Jupiter’s or Canberra’s No-One-Comes-Here-Even-Though-It’s-Nearer-Than-Melbourne-or-Gold Coast Casino.
The point is, nothing will stop you gambling if you were so inclined. If you really needed a casino to gamble in, there’s Genting up north, which is, by all descriptions, an ‘Integrated Resort’, there’s Macau a couple of hours away, and there’s one in Manila as well. If there were an $100 entrance fee imposed, and if I were a gambler, I’d pay, go in, sit at the table and try to win back my $100 from the fuckers.
Singapore’s Last Resort Island (photo by Edgar320)