Seized by the testosterone-driven urge to ogle at scantily-clad females, Bryan, Kun. Siang, Andy and myself decided to take a trip down to Sentosa on Saturday under the ill-disguised excuse that we needed to tan our tofu thighs. Having endured a long train ride, an hour’s wait cos of rain, and 2 packed bus rides, we finally arrived at Siloso Beach where the four of them promptly put on their sunglasses, leaving me the only exposed eye-wanderer. Asses.
But anyway, we proceeded to do what all guys do in the presence of such a flesh parade with only small triangular pieces of cloth preventing a full blown orgy. We decided to play soccer. And we had fun. Which, somehow, seems wrong.
Needless to say though, those testosterone-driven urges that brought us to this sun soaked island in the first place soon caught up and we found ourselves wandering up and down the beach, taking in whatever that was on display and groaning at the sight of the odd walrus or dugong. It was kinda like window-shopping where sometimes you just see a badly designed piece of something. Yes… shallow I know. But hey, we’re guys! However, as a testament to the depth of our character, we did eventually tire of all the roasting boobs and butts after maybe four hours or so.
The hour being early and all, we headed down to Prinsep Street to catch whatever soccer match was on. Arsenal v Birmingham as it turned out. Bleah. Sterile affair which ended goalless. Watching snails mate would’ve been more interesting. At least I got my first taste of Heineken. No more of that Tiger piss for me from now on. At $20 a jug at that Turkish place, it’s a little pricier but definitely worth it. Plus, Heineken’s got better ads. No crappy “loyal supporter” or “streaker” TVCs. Not that this is new to anyone out there I’m sure!
Next match on was Blackburn v Man U. Having guzzled all the beer, we ordered another round of drinks, going non-alcoholic this time. Got myself an apple tea which, instead of the usual reddish yellow, came to me green, complete with foam, cappuccino style. Was tasty and refreshing though pricey at $4.50. The match was another dull event with both sides lacking any sort of cutting edge. Andy Cole had a goal ruled out for offside though, which brought a smile to the faces of the 2 Man U (scum of the earth) fans in our group. Of course, those smiles turned to tears when they got home (we left at half time) when they found out that Blackburn had snatched the points with a late winner. Suckers!
But anyway, we proceeded to do what all guys do in the presence of such a flesh parade with only small triangular pieces of cloth preventing a full blown orgy. We decided to play soccer. And we had fun. Which, somehow, seems wrong.
Needless to say though, those testosterone-driven urges that brought us to this sun soaked island in the first place soon caught up and we found ourselves wandering up and down the beach, taking in whatever that was on display and groaning at the sight of the odd walrus or dugong. It was kinda like window-shopping where sometimes you just see a badly designed piece of something. Yes… shallow I know. But hey, we’re guys! However, as a testament to the depth of our character, we did eventually tire of all the roasting boobs and butts after maybe four hours or so.
The hour being early and all, we headed down to Prinsep Street to catch whatever soccer match was on. Arsenal v Birmingham as it turned out. Bleah. Sterile affair which ended goalless. Watching snails mate would’ve been more interesting. At least I got my first taste of Heineken. No more of that Tiger piss for me from now on. At $20 a jug at that Turkish place, it’s a little pricier but definitely worth it. Plus, Heineken’s got better ads. No crappy “loyal supporter” or “streaker” TVCs. Not that this is new to anyone out there I’m sure!
Next match on was Blackburn v Man U. Having guzzled all the beer, we ordered another round of drinks, going non-alcoholic this time. Got myself an apple tea which, instead of the usual reddish yellow, came to me green, complete with foam, cappuccino style. Was tasty and refreshing though pricey at $4.50. The match was another dull event with both sides lacking any sort of cutting edge. Andy Cole had a goal ruled out for offside though, which brought a smile to the faces of the 2 Man U (scum of the earth) fans in our group. Of course, those smiles turned to tears when they got home (we left at half time) when they found out that Blackburn had snatched the points with a late winner. Suckers!
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