Kay-ell was two nights ending at Zeta
stumbling back into the hotel room
to pass out
and finding out
that Peter had stumbled in
and passed out
way before.
Though we went to KL together
Pete's and I
ended up doing completely different things
because we have different tastes
as to what good
music, food and drinking joints are
and I was basically a grouchy bitch
(he made me walk for god's sake)
in KL. Me, in heels)
I mean, if I am in London and the weather is cool and crisp
and there is a walking culture
I sure as hell don't mind
But the walking culture doesn't exist here
and it doesnt exist for a reason.
Anyways
Saturday night
Vans, Em, Ange and I
went out to Asian Heritage Row
with a mission to drink, dance and not be bothered
by any sleazy bastards.
We were obviously stupid to have our sights
set so high.
15 minutes in Savanh
and the old men had formed a ring around our table
other girls were throwing daggers with their
eyes
as the men started taking turns
to come and chat us up
We rolled our eyes and left.
What is it with this?
You know, that,
"girl, those girls are competition and we are going to stare them down"
thing that they got going...
If you have a complex, deal with it,
don't take it out on us.
Honey, you'd enjoy your night a lot more
if you'd just concentrate on your
friends and your fun,
or if you're trying to pick-up:smile
rather than staring green-eyed at
other girls who are having a good time
because you feel inadequate and
jealous of the attention they're getting.
The only reason we get the attention is because
We don't fucking give a shit
what anyone thinks
We go out
we drink
we do kooky dances(think spastic)
and we have a blast
just us
and thats the fact that draws people.
if you cared about what everyone
thought in this country
and wanted to let loose and have fun
at the same time
then you might as well do it
in a cardboard box.
Urg. I really don't mean to sound so arrogant,
but sometimes it's just too much
as if I want to steal your man
or potential suitors la?
Some confidence might be good eh?
So anyway, scooted to Ivy
na-uh
Then to Mojo
-dead
Didn't even contemplate the Ah Beng haven
called the Loft
Too much of Velvet
So, Zeta again!
There, I met a guy called Dick
his real name, nary a Richard in sight
There we danced like we were
Indians at Thaipusam
and laughed like hyenas
at ourselves
There we came to each other's rescue
when unwanted male attention
came a-knocking
There we stood aside
in respect and gladness
when desired male attention
came a-walking
There, we thanked each other
for being a friend
hugged and said "I love you"
There we celebrated
4 single, independent women
toasting with double-strength vodka martinis
stumbling back into the hotel room
to pass out
and finding out
that Peter had stumbled in
and passed out
way before.
Though we went to KL together
Pete's and I
ended up doing completely different things
because we have different tastes
as to what good
music, food and drinking joints are
and I was basically a grouchy bitch
(he made me walk for god's sake)
in KL. Me, in heels)
I mean, if I am in London and the weather is cool and crisp
and there is a walking culture
I sure as hell don't mind
But the walking culture doesn't exist here
and it doesnt exist for a reason.
Anyways
Saturday night
Vans, Em, Ange and I
went out to Asian Heritage Row
with a mission to drink, dance and not be bothered
by any sleazy bastards.
We were obviously stupid to have our sights
set so high.
15 minutes in Savanh
and the old men had formed a ring around our table
other girls were throwing daggers with their
eyes
as the men started taking turns
to come and chat us up
We rolled our eyes and left.
What is it with this?
You know, that,
"girl, those girls are competition and we are going to stare them down"
thing that they got going...
If you have a complex, deal with it,
don't take it out on us.
Honey, you'd enjoy your night a lot more
if you'd just concentrate on your
friends and your fun,
or if you're trying to pick-up:smile
rather than staring green-eyed at
other girls who are having a good time
because you feel inadequate and
jealous of the attention they're getting.
The only reason we get the attention is because
We don't fucking give a shit
what anyone thinks
We go out
we drink
we do kooky dances(think spastic)
and we have a blast
just us
and thats the fact that draws people.
if you cared about what everyone
thought in this country
and wanted to let loose and have fun
at the same time
then you might as well do it
in a cardboard box.
Urg. I really don't mean to sound so arrogant,
but sometimes it's just too much
as if I want to steal your man
or potential suitors la?
Some confidence might be good eh?
So anyway, scooted to Ivy
na-uh
Then to Mojo
-dead
Didn't even contemplate the Ah Beng haven
called the Loft
Too much of Velvet
So, Zeta again!
There, I met a guy called Dick
his real name, nary a Richard in sight
There we danced like we were
Indians at Thaipusam
and laughed like hyenas
at ourselves
There we came to each other's rescue
when unwanted male attention
came a-knocking
There we stood aside
in respect and gladness
when desired male attention
came a-walking
There, we thanked each other
for being a friend
hugged and said "I love you"
There we celebrated
4 single, independent women
toasting with double-strength vodka martinis
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