Wednesday, May 10, 2006
geylang amp
finally, finally, finally got an amp. so we can finally jam. result!
very-helpful yinghao and stephrene came round with me to try out the amp before i bought it (more accurately, yinghao talked ampy stuff with roger while steph and i played with the baby. each to his own eh) and managed to wiggle out a 20 dollar discount from the very nice roger and his daughter who turns one today--happy birthday sarah chan! :) which we promptly proceeded to spend on food in geylang. frogleg porridge was interesting, though i share the same view as steph: like it, but wouldnt go all the way to geylang to eat just that. beef horfun, on the other hand, was spectacular. tender beef, tasty sauce, and firm, fleshy noodles. well worth the walk from guillemard road (past 16 lorongs!!).
speaking of walking, there are a lot, and i really mean a lot of street walkers in geylang. the lanes are thick with them; you actually have to push your way past the girls and their buyers sometimes. you can see them loitering on every lorong entrance/exit, sitting at the coffeeshops eating, and (memorably) lined up behind a green stile/fence thing with their pimps standing approvingly by. amusing, and eye-opening. a lot of them are very well-dressed, not slutty at all. in fact its what most people would wear out clubbing.
ehh alright, so what ive always maintained (that girls are seriously getting sluttier and sluttier) is true. when even the sluts cant find anything more revelaing to wear, you know you're scraping the bottom of the decency barrel. ho hum.
besides general slatternspotting we happened to see 2 trannys (one looked scarily like kumar) and one exchange of cash. gross. a lot of ladies of the night looking bored at coffeeshop tables. the only thing that marks them out as prostitutes being the ugly (usually middle-aged to old) man trying desperately to make conversation, and not look like he's buying sex. pffft. doesnt work buddy. the hotels and brothels (complete with actual red lanterns outside! so quaint!) have a whole bunch of bored-looking but immaculate, pretty-chio ladies standing outside soliciting.
anyway due to the general thickness on the ground of harlots its pretty hard for a girl to walk in geylang. there are a lot of stares (which steph got the bulk of, unsurprisingly; or maybe im just not very observant) and some banglas actually shouted "pookie! pookie!" at us (which i realise is tamil for vagina. not a very nice way to solicit sex right). well basically there were eyes boring into cleavage and butt of every girl who walks by. disgusting.
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in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
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