ORCHARD TOWERS...

sitting at the beach, soaking in the salt water breeze, soothing sounds of continual waves breaking against the coastline is god's glory of creation.  however, another perspective on mother natures fruitful bounty and blessings on earth is from the 2nd floor balcony of harry's across the street from orchard towers.  a perfect place to sit, shoot the shit, and basque in the ambience of constant, raw, human instinct.  if u catch the last bits of happy hour, u get to see the first shifts waves of women pouring into what we describe as the "bomb shelter".  the viets, the thais, the chinese, the korean, the eastern europeans, and the she-he's all come dressed to impress, dressed to work.  hot or not, each hold their own value, and it's quite a site to see their clientele wheelin' to close the deal, octopus hands groping while bargaining, and heading for the taxi stand.  first wave is pricey, but apparently if dangle on that street corner post 12am, u're in for a "blue light special' rate. 

and so, after last night, i've increased my ozzie rolodex PLUS 3.  and i'll rescind my bashing comments from yesterdays post.  short sighted, prejudice, and only written for sake of blog marketing, lack of content, post.  and so after last nights fiasco, my new standpoint, is that ozzies (and these are ones living in oz, not spore) are the most perverted bunch o'blokes i've been around.  could easily be the shipping industry, however, i'd rather blame them down under.  wickedly fun dancing on table tops, hanging from the stripper pole, witnessing working women thrown on laps and dangerously avoiding one filipino woman stalking me. 

i can't remember anything after dancing on the table. i just know that i kept thinking about wrinkly noses and freckles all night.

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my aunt just told me i've aged and it's not just the wrinkles, it's the persona. FARKIN A!  i'm going for a facial tomorrow.

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does this scare u?

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Vietnam is having Paris Hilton moment

and thanks to the lop.....the video....