Snowboard, alcohol and a girls (drunk writing too...)

Alright, here’s another “what crazy thing happened to Mr.Franky in asia” entry.

Ao here it is… my plan for yesterday was to go snowboarding. yes… i know… i live in singapore but hey… you gotta know what you want…
so here’s where my journey “commenced”
http://www.snowcity.com.sg

Basically they have a building with a “big” slope in there where they make artificial snow and you can go there to make yourself part of the group of people who want to go snowboarding on a tropical sand island. (there has to be a few of us out there...)

The place is in Jurong East which is completely at the other end of the country from where I live but I had passion driving me! the district was quite nice. i swear if there’s a geek district in Singapore.... it’s the place! science center… big library… imax… big building with “informatic” written on it.... it goes on.

so i get there, make my way through the science center, dodging kids and dinosaurs in hope to find the infamous snowcity.

after asking directions to a bit everyone, i finally got there. apparently, there was only tubes going on at that time and snowboard only started at 8. (it would have been about 1-2 in the afternoon) so i chatted a bit with the dude over there and asked him if i could become a snowboard instructor. i didn’t give a shit how much it paid, i just wanted the experience (and being able to snowboard at the same time) . so after lots of loud talk, i went see a mummy exposition. now that was kinda cool altho the coffins were replicas (i think). as the time passed, i got more and more excited and really wanted to go riding. i figured that i couldn’t rent equipment without a photo ID, so i went back home to get that and then cabbed back around 8:30.

now here’s where the disappointment started. i get there at around 9 and the place is closed. nobody in there. FUCK! it must have been 8 am and not 8 pm… so anyway, i’m standing there in the science center car park on my own on the opposite side of the island and realized that the only thing to do is to go catch the train back home. so i jump on the train, sit on the ground and rest my head on the glass window.

About half way (around RedHill) through the east west line, i tell myself: “you know what? this is bull shit… i’m going out!”. i was quite bored as usual and needed something new so i jumped off at Tanjong Pagar.

i heard before that there were bars over there so i though that i would check it out. the place looked very chinese. so i start walking around and manage to find the main street where all the bars are located. after some thai dinner and a good look around, the place was definitely chinese. anyway, i heard some live music coming from some random bar so i decide to check it out since its what i’m usually out for.

so i stumbled into this bar which looked quite nice. a band playing all sort of rock songs from rolling stone, pink floyd, lynyrd skinyrd, etc. there was also an awesome girls vs boys ration. so here i am sitting quietly at the bar, drinking gin, watching the band, etc and then suddenly, i get this epiphany. “hang on… this is not only a good ratio… this is a very un-usual ratio. not only that, they’re all fuckin gorgeous!”. actually… I NEVER SEEN SO MANY BAR GIRLS IN ONE PLACE! and there were all the flavors… chinese, thai, Filipina, indian, etc. so anyway bar girls are not exactly my thing but i though i’d stay for the band. meanwhile i started getting “harassed”... girls started to get all over me. randomly rubbing my dick and trying to kiss me. sometime more than one at the time. kinda hard to tell them that i wasn’t interested. when they asked my name, i would answer them that I’m jesus (of the chris family...) and came from japan. they would answer me that they were the virgin mary from europe. (*sight*) then i would tell them that i can hear daddy joseph calling her “over there”.

so as tempting as the whole thing was, i wasn’t gonna be stupid. i went for a smoke with the waitress that i chatting up and actually asked her: “so… what is the shemale ratio around here?” and the reply…

*drum roll*

“about 70%”

yeap… 70%.... and most of them you wouldn’t have a fuckin clue. so now as i go back inside, it was kind of really fun to watch all those foreigner who came in the place for a “good time” and none of them had a clue that the person who was rubbing her ass against their crotch was actually a dude. definitely entertained me for a while. i was also amazed to see what some people will do for MONEY.

so when the band finished, i went outside and met some australian middle age women who had been living in singapore for about 9 years. i was kinda surprised to see them in that place but hey… whatever works for you. had a long chat with them about random stuff until some waitress tried to make me pay for a bill that i already paid. i left my glass on the ground, sneaked out and went hiding in some other bar.

the place was even worst. girls dancing in undies on the counters… lots and lots of girls…

so i went for a smoke and some guy says to me “hey you work at the signature don’t you” .... fuck! someone knows me!

it was apparently some guy from credit swisse on level 6 who i never actually noticed (they all look indian to me...) but he knew who i was because i’m always smoking on level 1. i had a chat with him and then went back dancing inside because they were playing Metallica. oh i forgot to say… those places had probably the best music in singapore. lots of poppy dance songs but also lots of rock music going around. i’m tempted to go back just for that reason.

then it kind of went all blurry from there… i kept bar hopping for a while. i fell into a gutter in some back alley while going smoking and hurt my thigh. chatted with lots of random people who i can’t exactly remember.... and then the bars shut down because it was 5 am

so now.... EVERYBODY is trying to get a girl (not too different from normal bars...). amazing time to be on the street. so i went for food and then jumped in a cab and went home

now all is left of that night is this text and a bad hung over.