A Beautiful Friday Night

As is our custom, Chicken and I went out last Friday night to relax after a long and dreadful week. First we had holy meat and soup at our favourite slop house in Lavender. The soup was fantastic as always, and the moving scenery, as defined by the occasional sexily dressed broads prancing about in the vicinity, was as palatable as the pork we enjoyed. We noticed that a staircase leading up to a respectable establishment was just situated next to the slop stall. From the economic point of view, this is a complementary relationship. Blokes can have slop before going up for swill and boobs and even if you approach it from the reversed angle, broads who have had their fill of swill and boobs can come down and replenish their energies with some good slop. No wonder business is always brisk.

After our slop we decided to go to Illuma to catch a show. When we reached the nearby carpark, a high-end car turned in, and what emerged from it was a most delectable sight, worthy of the attention of the angelic hosts and the infernal powers. Dressed in a slinky black outfit which accentuated her feminine form, this slim and shapely beauty made her way down the sidewalks, her hip swaying delightful with each step she took in her stiletto heels. She had a Buddhist mantra tattooed prominently on her back – she was clearly Thai. Chicken and I mused about how much it took for the lucky whoreson to maintain such an exquisite beauty. Some animals just have all the luck.

We made our way into Illuma and purchased our tickets. I found that I quite like Illuma. There are not many shop; the floor space is very spacious, there is plenty of space for you to take a leisurely stroll and look at beautiful things from a bird’s eye view; and the crowd is sparse and prettier compared to the mobs found in horrible places like Jurong Point and West Mall. The aesthetics of the crowd could also be due to the fact that there is more cnspecs than Shitholers. Chicken and I asserted we should go there more often.

As there was still time, we had refreshments at the food court at Parco Bugis Junction. It was truly a beautiful night. There were quite a few good specs around. One nubile young thing sat beside us; two well-formed broads had slop at another table - from our position we enjoyed a very good view of them – and the best of the lot in my opinion, sat at the far end. In spite of my ogling, I could not ascertain her nationality or race. She had beautiful eyes and exotic facial features; she was slim and fleshly, yet no overly so, in the right areas; and her waist was gently formed and tantalizing. My friend and I praised the virtues of this magnificent creature and while we were at it, we denounced the low standards of our local specs.

We whiled away enough time for the movie to start. Taken was quite okay: lots of shooting and blowing people away. It was still no A-Team though. While leaving the cinema, we saw an ex-gulag mate and her girlfriend. I felt happy for her. She has finally found happiness and I think it is a beautiful thing. I did not manage to get a good look at her girlfriend but from the back she looked okay. Chicken told me he heard from the slackers in my ex-unit that the girlfriend was quite rich. Maybe it is time for me to contact my ex-gulag mate. Her girlfriend may have sisters who are heterosexual. I can do with a bit of money.

There was only one place to go and that was the Holy Land. We reached there soon enough, and although this iconic area was quiet by its usual standards, tits night scene was enchanting as always. The cnspecs were at their seductive best. Such ample were their assets that their filigree shifts came close to bursting at the seams. (What a sight that would have been!) A couple called out to us as we walked past. I think they have been seeing us so frequently that we are a part of their life as much as they are an irreplaceable feature of the red-light district.

Half an hour after our arrival, the alarm rang. As one, all the trollops dashed into the nearby hotel with a speed Usain Bolt would have admired. The evacuation was executed with almost military precision. The relations managers zipped about on their electric bicycles, their eyes watchful for any fuzz, plain-clothes or uniform. They communicated with one another using an electronic piece fixed to their ear. I was highly impressed by their professionalism. Our army should hire these managers as security consultants.

Across the road, some cnspecs continued to conduct their business. Now, these are different from the cnspecs mentioned earlier. These cnspecs are generally older and charge less for their service. They appeal to the MILF-lovers. I believe they offer superior services to that offered by the cnspecs in the vicinity of the Darlene Hotel. Experience always counts and their comparative lack of attractiveness may induce them to work harder at pleasing their customers so as to ensure customer loyalty.

As Chicken and I strolled around the vicinity of the CBD, we occasionally saw blokes and their girlfriends. I do not understand why some blokes have to walk their girlfriends next to the merchandise. Are they trying to imply to them the need to be as aesthetically pleasing as the merchandise? Still, I generally do not have a problem with couples walking around in certain districts. As long as they do not insult the cnspecs I am fine with them.

The alert was off after nearly an hour and the business scene, like the economy, began a gradual recovery. We went on our last round of ogling and made our way back home. It was an enchanting and enriching evening, and the sight of the bevy of beauties strengthened my resolve to be like the dying man in de Sade’s literary masterpiece The Dialogue Between a Priest and a Dying Man.