It may be a tad too late (or early, as some would put it), but I am slowly discovering places to chill, away from the mainstream wannabes Singaporeans. Overlooking the city's bright lights with a jazz singer in the background, I might...just perhaps feel like a vampire soaring above the city, in the dead of the night (not quite so dead, really).
The beauty of such places lies in the ambience, the peace and wonderful company. Very unfortunately, they have been discovered by the one or two odd wannabes, who strive to see and to be seen. More of the latter, these people attempt (note: attempt) to dress-walk-speak-act in the finer fashion. Of course, one can always take the man out of the village, but never the village out of the man.
On Thursday night, a couple walked in and took a seat next to me, sat down, poured through the menu and finally ordered...a pot of camomile tea and a glass of orange juice. The lady's handbag was gaping open and sat daintily behind her, with a packet of Laurier's 10-pack pad (with wings) grinning up at me. Minus points for a non-tampon user, minus more points for her outright display of Laurier's. Minus more points for dressing up, only to sit and order oh-so-boring orange juice. She eventually scored a grand total of 1/10 when she conversed in Chinese.
On Friday night, I was out with the bears and Kiat, enjoying one very nice platter of kickass caesar salad paired with some Spanish red wine, only to glance over to my right to take in the sight of a group of men and ladies who seem to have came straight from the office. It dawned upon me that office ladies look hot only in their office wear, simply because office wear is so safe that it acts like a uniform.
Think the standard blouse/some sleeveless top, paired with fitting pants and a jacket, with some killer heels (that are usually $10-$20 these days), and there, you have a pretty hot office babe. Put those ladies through Friday's dress-downs and true colours emerge - we get ah lians' version of glam wear in unsightly cotton tanks and spaghetti straps, topped with gray bra straps and whatever funky colours one could think of, denim skirts which are the wrong colour, wrong shade and wrong fit (imagine a denim skirt which doesn't shape the butt), and finally, strapped wedged thongs with a glittery bling-bling attached. Oh, and did I mention
about hideous make-up which seems a little too bright, too fake, and simply wrongly matched.
What do the men see in them?!