.. then around 6.00pm.. start getting into the stadium..

took a glance at the ticket..

security check :

1. where is your ticket ?
— cut into half.. he took one half and return back to me another half.

2. what is in that plastic ? “baju ke ?”
— “owh..ya. baju shj”.he took a glance then let me pass.

3. pass through.. one person at one time for one spinning door…
— hehehe. (i found this at U.S embassy early this year)

passed.. and joined the other ‘inmates’.. hhehehe..

.. time to change the jersey.. haven’t found time to get to toilet.. asked around how to change ..
“ala.. tukar je kat sini.. sama2 kita je..”…within less 2 minute.. changed…

hehe.. now becoming red.

then.. let’s go in.. which gate to be ah? let try one of those..

get in.. wah..”this one is behind the goal.. no good.. let’s go to next gate. get the further most to the middle field for better view “..
… get out.. and get in through “Gate 2”.. and not much more space left… “took the one near to the stair..”hehe.. not too high.. not too low.”

then we wait.. some sort of “ombak manusia”.. waving again and again.. then people starting to coming in..

… suddenly saw two familiar face.. my high-school classmate since “PMR 1997”.. long lost friend.. ~ 12 years..~
joined him.. and talk a lil bit.. exchange business card.. and back to my seat again.. hehehe..