Fractured Barbies
Another slow Saturday. I’m beginning to think that life is nothing but full of banal routines till the day we kick the bucket. Ok… maybe for some it’s darn exciting. After all, today is THE polling day for some.
Oh well, politics don’t interest me that much. Especially since someone said to me, “Remember, we do not bite the hands that feed us”. Suffice to say, that ingrained a particular imagine that completely engulfs whatever political leanings that I might have.
So there I was, sitting down at Coffee Bean reading ‘UNCUT’ when a young gazelle’s laughter attracted my attention. Now, I usually pay scant interest to my surroundings when am in public but this time it was different. It wasn’t because it sounded sexy, but because it sounded like a cacophony of forced sniggers interlaced with high pitched snorts. As my eyes started to focus, I realised that the sound was coming from a ‘Barbie’ sitting diagonally across my table.
Now, this ‘Barbie’ was a young pretty thing. Slim, lithe and sexy to boot. But something is just not right. When she opened that orifice of hers, only then it surfaced. She was local. As local as can be. However, each word that came out of her mouth was wrongly enunciated. It sounded so wrong. What is wrong with speaking simple proper English with local enunciation? Hmmm… yes, some of you might say, “She could be an ABC, thus that accent?” But, I’m very sure many of us are able to differentiate between an ABC and a wannabe. Oh well, she was most probably trying to impress the real ABC guy that was with her. But still…
Being in town on a Saturday night is really interesting. There is a plethora of people milling around doing just about everything and nothing.
Another thing I’ve observed, is this group of women who are always sitting at the bar at ‘Crossroads@Marriot’. Initially, I thought, most probably one of them, demimondes. But, if you go to town as often as I do, one would notice that this group of women (3 of them) are always dressed to kill with nowhere to go and chatting up with different groups of middle age Caucasian men. Slinky dresses, stilettos, long silky tresses and doe eyed makeup. The epitome of the submissive, subservient Asian females. When the clock strikes 2100h or so, these women will vanish; along with those men.
What greatly interests me is that, isn’t the management of that establishment doing something about it? From my point of view, I see them as canvassing for clients there. But then again I could be wrong. But, if they are indeed soliciting albeit subtly, isn’t it a crime? Or is it technically legal because prostitution is legal?
There are just so many grey areas to everything nowadays.
*sigh*
- ABC = American born Chinese
Oh well, politics don’t interest me that much. Especially since someone said to me, “Remember, we do not bite the hands that feed us”. Suffice to say, that ingrained a particular imagine that completely engulfs whatever political leanings that I might have.
So there I was, sitting down at Coffee Bean reading ‘UNCUT’ when a young gazelle’s laughter attracted my attention. Now, I usually pay scant interest to my surroundings when am in public but this time it was different. It wasn’t because it sounded sexy, but because it sounded like a cacophony of forced sniggers interlaced with high pitched snorts. As my eyes started to focus, I realised that the sound was coming from a ‘Barbie’ sitting diagonally across my table.
Now, this ‘Barbie’ was a young pretty thing. Slim, lithe and sexy to boot. But something is just not right. When she opened that orifice of hers, only then it surfaced. She was local. As local as can be. However, each word that came out of her mouth was wrongly enunciated. It sounded so wrong. What is wrong with speaking simple proper English with local enunciation? Hmmm… yes, some of you might say, “She could be an ABC, thus that accent?” But, I’m very sure many of us are able to differentiate between an ABC and a wannabe. Oh well, she was most probably trying to impress the real ABC guy that was with her. But still…
Being in town on a Saturday night is really interesting. There is a plethora of people milling around doing just about everything and nothing.
Another thing I’ve observed, is this group of women who are always sitting at the bar at ‘Crossroads@Marriot’. Initially, I thought, most probably one of them, demimondes. But, if you go to town as often as I do, one would notice that this group of women (3 of them) are always dressed to kill with nowhere to go and chatting up with different groups of middle age Caucasian men. Slinky dresses, stilettos, long silky tresses and doe eyed makeup. The epitome of the submissive, subservient Asian females. When the clock strikes 2100h or so, these women will vanish; along with those men.
What greatly interests me is that, isn’t the management of that establishment doing something about it? From my point of view, I see them as canvassing for clients there. But then again I could be wrong. But, if they are indeed soliciting albeit subtly, isn’t it a crime? Or is it technically legal because prostitution is legal?
There are just so many grey areas to everything nowadays.
*sigh*
- ABC = American born Chinese
posted by crofiend at 07:44
1 Comments:
hahaha... they are ABC ley... Angmokio lah.
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