A Mind of My Own

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Friday nights are for partying. Thus, ES called for a last minute night out. We had dinner at Sakae Sushi. My craving, apologies. After dinner, the four of us went to Ink Bar but it was closed off for a private function till 9.30pm. Since it was just an hour’s wait, we made ourselves comfortably at the entrance.

The lady serving the drinks didn’t even give us a menu or asked if we would like to drink anything. Within 2 minutes after JC had returned from the restroom, we went to Introbar. Goodbye to poor service. We made ourselves comfortable at one corner of the club, the door where ES attempted to open but failed to try the other unlocked door. A really face palm moment.

We ordered our drinks and enjoyed the ambiance at the place. Poured our work woes and about the cruel world of why working and looking for jobs can be horrible for women at certain ages. The obnoxious people who refused to understand a problem at work and people who sing different tunes in meetings when a problem is still unresolved and why budget seems to be bugging everyone.

Mainly, we shared our stories of how to overcome them and releasing the stress. CD arrived nearly 10pm. This was where the fun started because she was all raring to go dancing her heart out. She spoke of her dancing experience in Boat Quay or was it Clarke Quay; this guy is a dancing instructor and asked her for a dance. She agreed after the bar owner said he is a dancing instructor. She twirled around in Salsa style half the night. Getting giddy was the end result.

Since she wanted to dance her stress away, HF accompanied her and they went to Equinox. At 12.30am, they returned to the table and spoke of this guy dancing near CD and unbuttoning his jeans. He was dancing very close and was really excited about CD. His friend started to dance in front of CD and got pushed away.

I didn’t realise that guys just got hot under while dancing and needed to strip. I would have crushed the balls so that he can’t use them to bang any more. CD said her hands would have been dirtied. How unfortunate, it would have been good to crush those balls.

It is unfortunate that discos and dance clubs can’t screen people for stripping-compulsive-disorders-in-public. If anyone can come up with a clamp device for crushing balls, do share.

I have a slave. For 2 days. This was because Cris, the Young Businessman decided to test my knowledge of him. He promised to be my slave for 2 days if I can guess his age. What an easy guess. It was all over the blog. And just in case you are thinking that I hopped over to his blog, I did. But that guess wasn’t during my blog hopping. I was testing out my themes. I had remembered during my final guess (3 guesses) to correctly guess his age.

Now, he’s my slave. He will be doing the following:

1. Get more traffic for my blog.
2. Get more RSS subscribers for my blog.
3. Troubleshoot a theme.
4. Serve me some tea and cheesecakes whenever I like
5. Get me some good masseur.
6. Design a logo for this blog.
7. Find me some sexy dancers.
8. Show me a pole dance with him dressed up as a sexy male dancer.

That should be all for these 2 days to keep him busy. Ah, being served by a slave sure is cool.

After years of trying to find what the song for the mass dance that I learnt during poly days, I found the song title. I thought it was “Marigold” but it’s actually “New Age Girl” -_-’ Strangely, the girl in the song is a vegetarian. Hmm.

Which also goes to say I’m old.

Video embedded.

Sung by Dead Eye Dick

I’ve got a New Age girl (tell us what she’s like)
Environmentalist girl (does she ride a bike)
She has a crystal necklace (does she spend a lot of cash)
Though her vibes are rather reckless (she’s heading for a crash)

Oh her flowing skirt is blowing in a transcendental wind
And she wonders without knowing where did we begin

Mary Moon, she’s a vegetarian
(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)
Mary Moon will outlive all the septaugenarians
(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)
Oh she loves me so, she hates to be alone
She don’t eat meat but she sure like the bone

You know, she drives wind car (how does she like it)
It doesn’t get her far (why she doesn’t bike it)
But it gets her to where she’s going
I don’t know, I don’t know where that is
I wish I knew
I don’t know where she’s going and I don’t know where she’s been
All I know that lovin’ her has got to be a sin

Mary Moon, she’s a vegetarian
(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)
Mary Moon will outlive all the septaugenarians
(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)
Oh she loves me so, she hates to be alone
She don’t eat meat but she sure like the bone

Mary Moon, will you hesitate
Don’t segregate your thoughts from your emotions
(Mary Moon)
I know devotion isn’t way up high

Mary Moon, she’s a vegetarian
(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)
Mary Moon will outlive all the septaugenarians
(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)
Mary Moon, she’s an intellectual
(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)
Mary Moon despite that fact remains quite sexual
(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)

Mary Moon (Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)
Oh, Mary Moon (Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)
Mary Moon (Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)

She’s the one for me, me oh (Mary Moon, Mary Moon

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