Once we pulled over, a sudden sense of tingling bells tells us that something is not right. Where in the world would a foodcourt throw in free entertainment while you eat? And this is not the kind of entertainment sane ppl our age would enjoy, for they are singing chinese oldies in a rather high pitch, off note and suspiciously seducing voice. Hmm..
But i was already dead hungry (rmb the limb?) .. so i dragged Kent in, disregarding his protests. hehe*
Once in... CONFIRMED.
Picture speaks a thousand words.
The entire foodcourt was filled with uncles- of all size and ages - mostly bald, hairy and perv looking. And you know the best thing? They were all sitting facing the stage. Each time a lady finished singing her song, another come up. There were a good 7-8 different ladies that night! (Notice my choice of word? Ladies instead of girls? or chicks? You know what i mean..)
Each table of uncles had 1 or at most 2 ladies accompanying them. Hmm.. talk about being dodgy!
There's also these 2 matured looking ladies selling flowers to the 'fans' for them to give it to the singer of their choice.. and they re-use them! wtf!! talk about being entrepreneurial! You buy 1 flower and you re-sell it for god knows how many times!
Tsk tsk tsk.. felt like being in a low cost, cheapo night club. Didn't get to see any 'actions' that night tho . Just some ladies shaking the hands of the uncles, introducing themselves each time they join a new table. sigh. Boring!
So half way eating, while surrounded by hum sup looking uncles, i stopped and ask Kent,
"They better not think i am 'accompanying' you huh?"
The smirk on his face was enough to make me want to knock the lights out of him. Then he replied, "Still wanna come here next time?"
WTF.
Damn, i hate it when i'm wrong. :/
1 comment:
haha you can see a lot of this in pudu area :P i laugh out loud reading your blog .. keep going
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