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Saturday, May 15, 2010

A Movable Feast

Adepts of the lore of the Charisma Card and its sacred rites may already be on top of this, but E@L has been out of Singapore circulation for nigh on a month now. Things have happened, changed, altered; subtle shifts in the folds of dark matter contained within the fabric of the universe have scattered light into otherwise misty crevices of reality. Yada, yada...

Called out for catch-up beers in, of all the cheesy places, Boat Quay, E@L wandered into the milling throng of beer swilling bankers and their 50' Zombie Divorcee office managers desperate for a casual Friday Campari and lemonade, the latter under the impression that the guys care about them until that time when those lads tell them to fuck off and head en drunken masse to the 4FoWs.

E@L threaded his beer belly past their heaving beer bellies, like a camel through the eye of a couple dozen other camels, and weathered the gauntlet of leech-like touts screeching at him to try their chili-crab and a free beer in their BEST of all the indistinguishable rip-off slop Chinese food restaurants (one uses that word loosely) along the scintillating waters of the picturesque riverside, which, by the by, deserves better than this.  He made it to BQ Bar where another GFC of bankers milled.  His buddies (timorous non-bankers) hovered hesitantly at the periphery of the bully boys and sipped on THEIR Camparis and lemonades until E@L arrived and upped the ante to low-carb Pure Blonde beer.

At the periphery is where the action was, as it happened.

"Check this," said M@, and E@L turned to see a flock of Filipinas, flocked out in LBDs and high heels moving past them through the gauntlet, ignored by the restaurant touts,  along the block towards Harry's and Penny Black.

"They've wandered past here several times, up and back, while we've stood here waiting for you," said M@. "There were more..." and as he said this another gang of four in tight skirts did their best to effect a sashay past some prospective banker ATMs.

"Presumably they're on a recce from the new bars on Circular Rd," he said.  For you out-of-towners, Circular Rd is the curving stretch of partly gentrified old shop-houses behind the tourist friendly rip-off area, the notorious drinking hole Boat Quay.  This is the spot where rapscallions like Barings Bank bringer-downerer Nic Leeson once used to moon the barmaids and generally do British alcoholic things till the wee hours, bringing some notoriety to an otherwise boring Government approved socializing area for foreign talent.  E@L tries to avoid it as much as possible.

"Circular Rd?" queried E@L. "Since when?"

"Since they cracked down on the bars near Duxton Hill."

"Holy hell" opined the rather stunned E@L. "This going to cast a new light on the old 'Just going down to Boat Quay for a drink with boys' sort of excuse by the married lads."

Three groups of girls wandered by in the time it took to down two beers. 

One of the guys in E@L's group left, as his apron strings tugged from too close a range, so M@ called for the bill and he and E@L headed round the corner to grab a bite at their old standby, the Thai Smile Restaurant. As they walked under the verandahs of the narrow old shop-houses, they were eagerly waved at from across the road (see photo) and coquettishly grabbed by the crotch on this side of the road, as bar after of bar of swarming black-dressed Filipina hookers tried to entice, nay, drag them into their demonic lairs.  A door was opened and bodies lunged forward from out of the gloom, their faces lit by ultraviolet, their teeth long, sharp and blue... it was like a scene from a horror movie where blood-thirsty harpies descend to feed on the flesh of the living...

This is Circular Rd! This should not be happening here.


The usual scenario of the past is for a vaguely Chinese, laconically indifferent girl in a short skirt to look you over and dismiss you as she sits on a high chair in front of some Koreans-only club, or to sit similarly uninterested as you glance into the depths of a dim-lit drinking hole where several ah-bengs smash at a billiard balls on a sticky table and wait for the next drug deal to go down.

This is where the NORMAL ang-mohs go (or walk past I mean). Not the sex-tourists.

At least not until now.

They were there, now they are here, like the bubble of a string balloon. Press here, the bubble pops up there.

It is a movable, unstoppable, force of nature.

E@L

7 comments:

Anthony said...

Ahh so a good night was had by all?

loveforheels said...

gasp! I'd rather see ladyboys. They wear better shoes and no VPL.

Skippy-san said...

Damn! They did not have those bars during my last pilgrimage! All I saw was just whole in wall bars with no one in them. Must have hit the Boat Quay too early-probably had something to do with Australian football and some team from Geelong!

Somehow I found the strength to make it o 4FoWs though!

Coming back for another haj in two months. Find out the good bars to go to!

expat@large said...

Or you could avoid all the hassle of pretending to care what these desperate vixens say, while they pretend to like you and you pretend not to notice as they milk you for drink after drink with their well-honed multi-girl, cock-tease attack that can last, not till you think, but until your credit card maxes out, or you pass out, or you walk out in frustration and disgust depending upon how drunk you are once you realize that you haven't had much more than a feel of a small Asian breast or ten for $400 worth of "buy-me-myfriend-mamasan-drinks"... not that I've ever done that of course, it's only hypothetically I am talking here, maybe something Bruce complained to me about once.

Or, according to Bruce and others, you could instead drop into one of the many non-legit massage parlors not a million miles from where you are standing (if you are anywhere in Singapore) right now. There it's soooooo uncomplicated: $50 for this, $80 for that and $100 for the other. Cheers, cup of cha, thanks, next time...

expat@large said...

Ah the multifarious dimensions to the Assisted Ejacuation Industry.

knobby said...

not that new actually. maybe 6 months, give or take, maybe a bit more. have you seen the ladies and ladyboys at clarke quay too? with the occasional wide-eyed sailor, er 60-year old, whose face reads, "WOW, this broad is hawwwt!" that's the "classy" section, meaning no filipinas.

dh said...

It's the economy. Gulf States are cutting back on domestics. Great writing BTW!!

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