After talking to him and laughing and blushing incessantly, he shot my heart(he claimed he loved darts, i mean, dun throw it at me!) by saying that he actually is this guy.

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How would you have reacted??

Would you have like me, just ignore and tell him not to call again? Or woul you have told him that looks dun matter and you really want to get to know him, warts and all. I choose the former.

Go ahead and laugh. But I know there are mountains to climb and crocodile-infested rivers i have to swim across to find my Mr Right. And i am not giving up just yet. But a few more crocodiles like this would truly dampen my trust in net dating.*Sigh.

Anyway, the topic that i am going to talk about today is quite the interesting shit, ya know.

My father, before he passed away, said this,

"When you have money, spend!"

(No wonder!!)

He also said this, which is more relevant,

"In life, you have to try everything once"

My father was very open-minded, i was too young to remember but all my brothers and sisters said they admired the man, who held the poise and heck care attitude everybody felt comfortable with. Something i see so much in my brother.

So, i tried do this show. This dance gig.

All i did was dance like less vigorously and less as slutty as how me and shyanne and sha dances. *hehe..we rock.Around two songs and then intervals that straches to one whole hour with nothing to do but play with the straightening iron and smoke. All in all, we danced six songs.

Life Of A Show Girl

Our role was not as colourful as the show girls that had to adorn assortments of beautiful costumes, some revealing, some very normal, on their flawless and waif-like bodies. With a lil education, they could even be considered for some serious modelling career. They beat all the girls I have met in Singapore hands down. No questions asked.

Their shame thinned by the drudgery of doing this for five years, the minimum. But, rather, i see no shame in being the showgirls. Actually, i have seen more raunchy and daring behaviour being showcased in clubs for free. The most suprising thing is that, i thought that at least one of them would go home with a customer to indulge in more dough by servicing something special but all of them started wearing jackets and jeans and took cabs home. I found out all of them are mothers and happily married.

The experience i had totally changed the image i had of showgirls. I see much more modesty which added to the sexuality of these girls rather than some Malay girls who disgustingly show their pink vagina half-sticking out from their leopard print g-string caused by dancing high up the bar in a skirt, that would be raised up all the way to the chest. Come on, man.

It is true, you have to try everything once. As long as you got a strong head on your shoulders, no matter what people say does not matter. Instead, if you are lucky, you might even hear a hint of the green-eyed monster in them.

Even if my father said something like that, there are certain things that you do that totally ruins you and would never allow your life to be the same ever again. Like getting pregnant, yadaa yadaa. There are some boundaries i would not cross. A good example would be, there would be a wet dance in Momo on valentine's day where the girls would be wearing nothing but a white shirt and skirt, with nothing inside and would be drenced throughout the show. Some people say go, "It's just breasts!", eventually, it is a popular club and it is not just my breasts, it is also my pride and that is when what people say matter. I find it too wrong to do. Like what Hani said, "You are not just representing yourself but everyone that loves you who would not want you there, showing your ninnies"

(The speech has been altered to suit my style.)

Eventually, it boils down to taking care of yourself and that inner voice that is so important, especially the female whose sixth sense is sharper and less likely to be wrong.

Peace. Girl power.