Da Tower of Power?

This happened last year, had problems with the old shitty Friendster blog so i shelved this entry up till now. Ladies and Gentlemen, i give you, "Da Tower of Power"! Enjoy...

A Japanese customer of ours decided to bring his female companion, who was spending her last day in Singapore, to experience the sights and sounds of Orchard Tower. I was totally against it as i felt "Da Tower of Power" only gives power to "Da Ang Mors". Plus what's the point of spending money to see girls who used to be guys? Worst of all some of these "Half-Vegetables" are so ugly you can't look them in the face.

Being the obedient and hardworking employee that i am, i offered to clean up and close the pub while my Bosses accompany our Ex-Oppressors to Orchard Tower. Actually this was my trick to avoid going together with them but things don't always go as well as you plan them, so i ended up at Crazy Horse after i closed up.

Before i actually went into Orchard Tower, i paid a visit to my previous workplace as i found out my previous manager had decided to quit and it was his last day. Talk about coincidence! My first day at Crazy Horse = His last day at work.

The very first thought that came into my mind as i entered the Tower was "How can there be so many males squeezed into the same building at this ungodly hour?" I mean, 99% of the patrons are male and the "Lady-Boys" used to be males. Not much different from an army camp if you think about it. Thing is I’ve always thought of Orchard Tower as a place for the Ang Mors, wrong place for a Chinese brother to be man. An article in the papers quite some time ago reported that the “Lady-Boys” preferred the Foreign Talents because they were less demanding and more generous. The local boys were described as “Want cheap, want fresh, want big breast”.

I entered “Siao Beh” and true enough, no one even bothered to look at me, let alone serve me. I scanned the area and noticed that all the Foreign Talents had at least one, if not two companions by their side and some serious hanky panky was going on, but in the corner I noticed a table with 3 local brothers. Guess what? It was a good half hour before ONE of them got to “examine the goods”.

We couldn’t stand the place and nobody wanted to earn our money so our Japanese friend suggested we go to another joint. Reluctantly, we took the escalator down a level and entered another club called Club Romeo. This was a much nicer place and the “Lady-Boys” were of a substantially higher quality. As I once again scanned the area, I realized that once again, the Foreign Talents were well taken care of with a healthy ratio of about 2 : 1, and right at the very corner, guess what? A table with 3 local brothers! They seem to be enjoying the eye candy but I don’t see any “Lady-Boys” approaching them although there were more than enough to go around. The “Lady-Boys” would rather dance at the podium or just sit down and stone!

After a couple of beers my bladder decided that it was time, i got out thru the rear exit and guess who i saw? The "last day" manager! Drinking red wine with his buddy in what looked like a beauty salon. After finishing the beer, we decided that it was time to go home so we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.

Conclusion, Da Tower of Power is no place for a Chinese Brother like me...