I'm learning a few chords on my guitar now so that I can play Puressence's songs. Was quite hung up on them a year or 2 back but my sensory capacity dwindled with age.......don't feel that strongly now. It's a band I swore by, like how I swore by Catcher in the Rye, cos they are great at producing carthartic music.
Guess a lot of fella bloggerblokes use this as mean of cartharsis.....I guess I'll pursue a similar but more literary style aka confessional writing. But it's really hard to explicate your emotions and inner demons to unwitting eyes who unwillingly and unfortunately stumble upon the page.

Hi. This is WanTing from the tiny island of Singapore.
Yesterday was probably the "funkiest" clubbing experience I ever had. Two girls dressed up in 2 distinct styles: Biddy in her black, chic, goth top and pants and me in a kinky, purplish-pink, tie-dye nightie. First, we were at this new club in town but it was totally unhappening on a Wednesday. The crowd seemed more like the soccer-watching boozers in pubs, where stoning at the TV monitor was the most happening thing. Soon we moved to China Jump where the real meat market was. Expats dancing with their local one-night stands in a bonbon shaking, bottom groping manner. The women had their tits screaming out of their halters. Severely diluted drinks for the ladies cos they were free. Some loser expat "has-been" tried to be friendly with us though I thought he seemed pretty harmless. He danced like a bloke would. I am definitely a loser magnet.
We got away to sit at the steps outside the clubs and play with the kitten. Soon we became "pussies" playing with their pussy to those men who tried hilariously lame ways to pick us up. One drunk bastard tussled my hair from behind and he looked like those hopeless blokes in the club. There were were a couple of middle age Chinese men asking us to the clubs for drink. "You love cats don’t you? Care for a drink?" straighforward but no. One hunky, surfer type dude with streaked blonde hair was talking on his mobile on a nearby seat the whole time we were there and started cursing "oh shit" while he came up to us asking if we had Nokia phones. Lo-bat. Being anti-crowd, we went for less popular mobile names so we directed him to other chicks in the vicinity while we continued playing with our pussy. Some chick lent her battery and I heard him saying he would pay. Hmmm..........is Nokia phone a code for the flesh trade these days? Oh well, he continued his yakking away after he got the battery.
Some more losers came and went. We decided to do a tally to find out how many losers we scored for the day. I stared blankly at one of those who went "Are you girls ok?" cos my mind was pretty dead (as it usually is) and he that probably spooked him. Finally, one alright expat came up to us, squatted down like a prince. His pick up line was the least corny at least; he told us he was hopping to the next club and asked for our suggestions and if we would like to go with him. Tall suave man in his mid-thirties, casually well-groomed with a nice blue shirt but no. One ABC (American Born Chinese) asked us the best place to catch a cab with a bottle in his hand. That was his pick-up line. He wanted us to go out and show him the area. That was so bad that it couldn't get any better. Then Biddy started trying out her snide questions reserved for our proposed documentary making, then it became a political debate. Too bad he was a pro-US bigot, and a sickening slick one so that makes him the loser of the day despite that slang and namecard diplomacy. We met enough losers to make a documentary out of it. Definitely more fun than sweating in the clubs playing shitty muzak.
Finale. The hunky dude finally finished his blabbers and returned the battery to the lady. He exclaimed a big hearty thank-you before grabbing her head and giving her a big fat (wet?) kiss on her forehead as if he was some pope. The lady walked away after a while with her friend putting her arm around her shoulders in a concerned manner (as if she had just came back from the Iraqi war) and she was rubbing her forehead vigorously like Lady Macbeth would. Oh yeah, atypical pneumonia was on the rise. Must be a pretty traumatizing day for her. Culture shock.

heh heh. being out of the action can be real cool.... so the losers proclaims.

27/3/2003