Notice the "hot" specifier in the previous statement? That gave the most amount of trouble. Plenty were cute. Some were even pretty. Almost none were sexy/sultry/sophisticated-esque looking - the type I like. And since I'm he centre of this blog universe, they're the only ones that count. Also the streets were pretty empty (or I jus filtered the crap ones out). Being a very hot/humid/sticky/sweaty (sounds kinda... porno-is doesnt it?) country that S'pore is, not many people are out during the day, unless they're driving or are in shopping centres. Sadly I was told that uni holidays had ended a wk prior to our arrival. Sigh.
Lesson 2: When you have a lot of any given type of women, they seem less hot. This lesson came as a bit of a let down for me.
On a positive note, that meant that it was less queing for food. Did I mention the food before? Oh. Dear. God. There was soo much! And so cheap! Avg. meal price ranged from $3 to $3.50 SGD (multiply by 0.80 for AU$). Most of the food was also authentic Asian food. Well, it kinda had to be since, you know, we were in Asia.
In the evening Jimbo phone Yinnie, one of this g/f's friends who lived in S;pore. She's a cool chick, who took us to the clubs named Phuture (how cool are they, huh?) and Zouk. This was wednes night. Supposedly, there was a clubbing night every single night in Singapore! Did I mention that I love this country? Supposedly Thursdays are med student nights - free entry! On that note - that's where clubs in S'pore suck - entry is $25!!!
But the entry was worth it. The club was full of women. Asian women. It wasn't as great as I thought it'd be. Why? Well mainly because most talked with that stupid fobby accent that usually makes my testicles shrink like someones trying to snap freeze them. The second being the entire club felt like some wierd social event. Now let me explain that one: clubbing is a social event, but it has a hidden agenda- sex. It's not somewhere you go to catch up with friends and have a chat. It kinda felt like that in there. Not many were grinding into each others pelvises (pelvi?) and not many were making out. You gotta hate those nights.
Ahh well, at least our good friend Lexy had arrived from Kuching and met us in the club along with Deety - his ex-g/f. It was just fun to stand and follow some nerdy looking dude on the podium (yeah- you read that right - only in S'pore!) doing had actions to songs. I wish I had my phone to take a video of that...
Our night ended with drinks at Wine bar next door. Which was a nice venue and a good way to cap a 20hr day. It was hard to imagine that 1 day ago, I was 3500km away in Melbourne. Mabe I just have a shit imagination.
1 comment:
I've never tried snap freezing my testicles, but will have to give it a go in order to put myself in your shoes (or pants?) and truly understand from experience this feeling you described.
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