OMG.

Apparently, I almost had a close lesbian encounter without even knowing it.

OK what happened was this :

I was really tired of meeting guys in HK (most of them are players and/or general fuckwitted pervs) so I really wanted to meet some nice female friends for a change. So when I bumped into my lovely friend N at Taz with a bevy of gorgeous women, I thought it might well be the beginning of some beautiful (pun unintended) friendships. What I had not bargained for however, was that one of them would have what I'm now beginning to suspect, bisexual tendencies.

P had been very friendly when we were first introduced and I didn't suspect a thing as everyone had been really friendly in HK so far. Besides, sometimes girls tend to bond quickly and rather easily over something as frivolous as similar tastes in shoes ... in the beginning anyway. We arranged to do dinner the following week followed by clubbing with a few boys ... and everything was OK until it was time to go home. She insisted on showing me " ... something really cool only two minutes away", and wouldn't tell me what it was. I didn't want to because I was really tired, but she was really persistent and I didn't want to piss her off so I thought, why not ... figuring it was prolly some after hours bar or supper place.

Well lo and behold, she brought me to her apartment, and kept making pointless conversation until I lost all patience and said I really had to go, whereupon she reluctantly saw me to the lobby.

Cue next day dinner with the crew :

Me : (after relating story) ... I cannot believe she lied to get me to walk her back to her apartment! That sneaky biatch! I mean, why couldn't she have been upfront and just SAID so?!
Friends : Er sweetie ... we think she wasn't lying to get you to walk her back ... we think she was trying to get into your pants.


Well well.

FML.

"L'enfer, c'est les autres." - Jean-Paul Sartre

Whoever said bookstores are a good place to meet decent men is a liar. J and I spent 45 minutes wandering around Borders pointing out books that would make good presents for each other and the only decent chap we found was Mr Darcy from Pride and Prejudice.

Anyway.

I should have said so earlier, but the reason for the title of this blog is such because yours truly is headed to HK to look for a job. Yes that's right, I'm sick and tired of Singapore with its passive aggressive policies and ridiculous campaigns and bloody immigrants and rude people with appalling social graces. I mean, Singaporeans are the only wankers I know who have the audacity to look appalled when they step on your foot as if it was your fault.

Also a lot of nosy types who poke their noses where it's not wanted. Case in point, I boarded the bus with a half eaten croissant, fully intending to discreetly finish it as quickly as I could. Granted, there was a no eating/drinking rule on public transport, but I was friggin' starving and it's not like a bowl of laksa or something that could potentially create some form of nuclear nasal assault now, is it? Anyhow, some moronic middle aged woman tapped me on the shoulder and informed me in a supremely bossy manner that I was not supposed to be eating on the bus. I mean, seriously, WTF? And it wasn't even the first time this has happened, and it's always some bloody kaypoh middle aged woman without authority doing the policing. I almost wanted to tell her being nosy is considered an offense too but decided not to sink to her level.

Anyway that pretty much set the mood for the day so I was really getting the GTFO of Singapore vibes.

Well not too long to wait I suppose. One more day and I'll be off. Woo! :)