It was on short notice, Charles and I decided to dine in Holland V middle of the week, I chose this place as it is strategically located about in between our work places.
We roamed around the place and I was shocked to see so many good looking men and ladies around Holland V compare to Ang Mo Kio that is..
It was so vibrant and crowded with good looking, dressed up youngster if I still consider myself as one of them. The chatter in the background just somehow dilutes all the stress and things at work. It was a comfortable evening in Holland V.
After roamed for about few minutes, we quickly decided to dine in a Thai restaurant which my parents liked this particular franchise. It was reasonable and has got decent ambiance. Ok, before this post become a food post, I would like to go back to my subject of the day, Charles. .
We started our conversation off with something very light, as in relationship issues. His breakup, my breakup recently, how we cope with it, dealt with it and probably might have moved on. He asked me a few questions about Joann, which I don't think I answered directly. I decided to hold back some of the information which I personally think will not add value to their current state. But I was rather flattered when Charles told me that they were lucky to have me as a close friend of theirs. Hah!
I feel so important now. :)
At the moment, we both agreed that we need a companion to talk things through. Maybe the person we used to share our feelings and emotions with, is no longer present, accessible or maybe should I say convenient to share with any more. It is like we were not friends any more, like what I used to play with my friends when I was primary 7. We temporarily stop speaking to each other to show how angry we are.
The person whom we used to share our bed with, all in a sudden became not only just a stranger but someone whom we would like to avoid. To avoid the awkwardness, frustration, something we might have hoped to happen but fear when it doesn't or the need of clarification, confrontation, etc.
It is a feeling which I choose not to think about it at the moment.
It wasn't our 1st gathering in Singapore, but somehow the gap between our catch up has made it like is our 1st one. It seems that we have not met for ages, it seems he has grown older. I can see his weariness, he seems to be shorter than he normally is, maybe is the invisible concrete block weighing at least 20 tonnes on crushing him to the floor. His voice, is not as punchy. His language, is not as mean as before. Cold Jokes were out of the league already. He became so serious to an extent that for the 1st time I hold all my banters in front of him.
From someone who is utterly confident, bright and positive; to someone whom I barely recognise. Life must have been mistreating him. Having said that, I feel pain and respect at the same time. The mixed feelings which is unjustifiable is seeping into my mind, tinting my specs. Just like how Erdinger is creeping into my head. Fooling with my words, especially the ability to put them in a proper manner or maybe should I say, in a pleasant manner.
I found myself giving opinions and comments which I think are inappropriate, especially when I am a close friend to both parties of this separated couple. I do not want to choose a side nor do I want to be a referee.
I want to be their mate, someone they can speak to. Someone they can trust their feelings with.
Which I think a friend should be. :)
Friday, July 20, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Geylang Experience
5pm Friday. My asst.site manager,Leopard, called me and asked me to get ready to go for a drink in Geylang with our sub-contractor,Dragon. Geylang is well know for its food, drinks and sex workers. Heading off Geylang with this group of mates will somehow more for the latter.
Long fetched us from Boustead House, which is next to our site to Geylang in his Vios. The journey from Macpherson to Geylang took us about 20 minutes, which longer than usual due to peak hour and weekend. Inside the car, Leopard told us about some of the stories of his, when he started to go Geylang, etc etc.
We have had some random low grades banters and so far, it seems that I am adapting well.
During the journey, despite Leopard tried to break the ice amongst us with his jokes and banters, I was rather nervous. I fear the situation later, where everything would be out of control. However, I desire to experience the contractor's high life in Geylang. Many stories I have heard on site, which somehow related to Geylang. It has become a playground, or maybe a ritual which we shall practise once in a while to upkeep with the 'language' on site. Surely, I don't think I have got the guts to screw someone I barely know tonight. Which I cannot confirm myself. But If I did, I doubt I will be writing this post and show it to the public. It would probably be more like a private post which only Mr Google would know.
Geylang approaches, I looked towards the car window. immediately I could see ladies sitting on the bench along the roads. I wasn't listening to Leopard's banter any more and instead sunk into my own imagination. Wondering what would happen next.
We parked in Lorong 7 if I am not mistaken, very close to where we would like to go, new Shanghai.. A rather run down building. Surely I should not be wholly disappointed tonight, although I have had so many vivid and vibrant pictures of blondes surrounding me in my head. Perhaps, this is what I can disclose what was on my mind that particular time when we reached the area.
We had a light dinner, prawn mee, opposite new shanghai. Quick, easy and light. everything seems to be set perfectly. we went into the old building and started to climb a rather dirty and dark staircase.
I think I couldn't feel anything that time, don't really know what I am doing exactly. Blindly follow my manager, or should I call him buddy tonight, because he acted like 20 years younger than his age yesterday which is equal to my age. Even the tone and language that we normally use in the site office are no longer found.
We went in to a room, number 8, I remember. Inside this room, looks like a below average KTV room, with black leather chair, double tier square coffee table, huge screen, speakers and a remote control on the table. I find myself sitting on the sofa immediately and started to relax. 3 of us sat at such, there is a huge gap between us. Obviously, we were waiting for someone to fill in the gaps later.
Beers, snacks and laichee were almost served immediately. Everything is in order now. Except.... the gaps.
Ladies are flowing into the room from the doors, very lightly dressed, heavy make-ups, high heels and heavily scented. I was shocked by their aggressiveness. Maybe I would be more comfortable if a pimp or mummy would come into the room first. But it seems this is not the case, the ladies would just walk in the room inconspicuously and jump onto our laps. I can still vividly remember how I declined and pushed many hands, breasts and faces. I was like a sugar dropped in an ant's den, struggling...
Very quickly, I asked myself why am I here in the first place. Definitely not to push some ladies from China, Vietnam and Myanmar, etc....
I wanted to be here to experience. But with the girls pulling my hands so hard, I was turned off completely. No fun at all.
I drank jugs of beer, to get drunk, to show some respect to my buddy, and I.... collapsed on the sofa or maybe flesh.
By the time when I woke up, I was alone in the KTV room. The ladies are all gone. The party went somewhere else.
I grabbed my bag, walked passed the counter, didn't bother to check if the bill was paid as it would probably be unaffordable for me, and I walked out the building.
I was intoxicated and vomit along the main road. But I wandered around geylang, directionless, trying to look for the MRT sign. Or maybe just to breath some fresh air, to buy some time to be more sober. Or maybe to vomit a few more times.
My buddy called me, and asked me to go back to new Shanghai.
I made an U-turn and headed back Lorong 7. When I arrived, I saw my buddy's car parked nicely in front of New shanghai, he has got one cigg on his hand and he told me that his mate called him and told him that I was asleep in the room alone. I am so glad that my buddy came back for me and offered to fetch me home.
Long fetched us from Boustead House, which is next to our site to Geylang in his Vios. The journey from Macpherson to Geylang took us about 20 minutes, which longer than usual due to peak hour and weekend. Inside the car, Leopard told us about some of the stories of his, when he started to go Geylang, etc etc.
We have had some random low grades banters and so far, it seems that I am adapting well.
During the journey, despite Leopard tried to break the ice amongst us with his jokes and banters, I was rather nervous. I fear the situation later, where everything would be out of control. However, I desire to experience the contractor's high life in Geylang. Many stories I have heard on site, which somehow related to Geylang. It has become a playground, or maybe a ritual which we shall practise once in a while to upkeep with the 'language' on site. Surely, I don't think I have got the guts to screw someone I barely know tonight. Which I cannot confirm myself. But If I did, I doubt I will be writing this post and show it to the public. It would probably be more like a private post which only Mr Google would know.
Geylang approaches, I looked towards the car window. immediately I could see ladies sitting on the bench along the roads. I wasn't listening to Leopard's banter any more and instead sunk into my own imagination. Wondering what would happen next.
We parked in Lorong 7 if I am not mistaken, very close to where we would like to go, new Shanghai.. A rather run down building. Surely I should not be wholly disappointed tonight, although I have had so many vivid and vibrant pictures of blondes surrounding me in my head. Perhaps, this is what I can disclose what was on my mind that particular time when we reached the area.
We had a light dinner, prawn mee, opposite new shanghai. Quick, easy and light. everything seems to be set perfectly. we went into the old building and started to climb a rather dirty and dark staircase.
I think I couldn't feel anything that time, don't really know what I am doing exactly. Blindly follow my manager, or should I call him buddy tonight, because he acted like 20 years younger than his age yesterday which is equal to my age. Even the tone and language that we normally use in the site office are no longer found.
We went in to a room, number 8, I remember. Inside this room, looks like a below average KTV room, with black leather chair, double tier square coffee table, huge screen, speakers and a remote control on the table. I find myself sitting on the sofa immediately and started to relax. 3 of us sat at such, there is a huge gap between us. Obviously, we were waiting for someone to fill in the gaps later.
Beers, snacks and laichee were almost served immediately. Everything is in order now. Except.... the gaps.
Ladies are flowing into the room from the doors, very lightly dressed, heavy make-ups, high heels and heavily scented. I was shocked by their aggressiveness. Maybe I would be more comfortable if a pimp or mummy would come into the room first. But it seems this is not the case, the ladies would just walk in the room inconspicuously and jump onto our laps. I can still vividly remember how I declined and pushed many hands, breasts and faces. I was like a sugar dropped in an ant's den, struggling...
Very quickly, I asked myself why am I here in the first place. Definitely not to push some ladies from China, Vietnam and Myanmar, etc....
I wanted to be here to experience. But with the girls pulling my hands so hard, I was turned off completely. No fun at all.
I drank jugs of beer, to get drunk, to show some respect to my buddy, and I.... collapsed on the sofa or maybe flesh.
By the time when I woke up, I was alone in the KTV room. The ladies are all gone. The party went somewhere else.
I grabbed my bag, walked passed the counter, didn't bother to check if the bill was paid as it would probably be unaffordable for me, and I walked out the building.
I was intoxicated and vomit along the main road. But I wandered around geylang, directionless, trying to look for the MRT sign. Or maybe just to breath some fresh air, to buy some time to be more sober. Or maybe to vomit a few more times.
My buddy called me, and asked me to go back to new Shanghai.
I made an U-turn and headed back Lorong 7. When I arrived, I saw my buddy's car parked nicely in front of New shanghai, he has got one cigg on his hand and he told me that his mate called him and told him that I was asleep in the room alone. I am so glad that my buddy came back for me and offered to fetch me home.
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