Singapore Butter Fail.
Back from Singapore!
Those who follow me on Twitter or Facebook, would know by now that unfortunately, Team Malaysia didn’t win the Top 3 prizes of the Singapore Shopping Race (aww!).
I’m trying not to think about it, but according to my calculations, there’s a very high chance that we came in 4th place T__T but i don’t want to believe my calculations because it will make it cry.
It was a wild, tiring ride. My legs were aching so badly by the end of the trip, i was limping all over the place. David referred to me as his Grandmama once, gee thanks.
And the moment i touchdown in KL, i went straight for a foot reflexology, and passed out that night for a good 12 hours -
but it was all HEAPS of fun 
and i’d do it all over again. Will blog about it real soon!
During our trip, we even got to hit Universal Studios Singapore, the gorgeous Marina Bay Sands, and other recently-launched awesome places 
thank you, lucky stars.
But for now, i want to talk about something related to a night that, we girls now refer to as “Singapore Butter fail”.
A disclaimer note first and foremost; I am NOT generalizing all Singaporean guys.
I feel that this issue goes out to EVERYONE who enjoys a party or two, regardless of music genre (the infamous R&B vs. indie, etc), country, or gender. The title only depicts that unfortunate fail-incident that occurred to us in Butter Factory (nightclub), Singapore. But I’m sure this is happening everywhere, all the time.
I share this with you, not with the sole intention of amusing you, or to insult anyone. Just to warn you that such douchebaggery exists, and/or if you are one of them, well, cut it out!
So what happened was, the girls and I wanted to check out Butter Factory during our visit to Singapore last weekend. I stumbled into a friend outside the club (let’s call him Ryan) and we decided to hang together, share a table or something.
Ryan & his guy friends were very sweet with us! In that they bought whiskey bottles and poured drinks for us, making sure we were alright, etc etc etc.
Karen, Gwen and I, well, we appreciate the sweet gesture, but we are also perfectly comfortable with buying our own drinks, taking care of ourselves, etc etc. Furthermore, we only stumbled into Ryan & friends just that night, they shouldn’t feel obligated to provide us with drinks all night long!!
But anyway we accepted the 1st glass politely, and resumed back to our beers and such.
The earlier part of the night was great actually, Ryan & his friends really are a funny bunch 
Then came along *one* of Ryan’s friends, (let’s call him Bob)
So us girls went to the dance floor. All around us were girls dancing on the podium,
couples dancing closely, some were bump&grinding, others were making out violently.
Nothing wrong with all that, of course. Everyone’s just having their fun!
But Karen, Gwen and I were dancing to ourselves, layaning the music, having our own usual fun. :)
Bob came along and said this to us. “Are you girls lesbians?”
Karen, Gwen and I stood dumbstruck for a moment at this dude.
Karen: “Are you gay?”
If i were drinking at that moment i would’ve spewed everything out in a burst of laughter, preferably aimed at his face.
Bob: “Ha-ha, very funny. Of course not. But if you girls are not lesbians, why don’t you dance with other guys? You only dance to yourselves.”
I could tell that Karen and Gwen had no more patience for this ignorant fool, (hello can you blame us -_-). But i figured, out of respect for my friend Ryan, i’d be a little more patient with Bob. So later on, i sat Bob down for a little chat.
Me: “There’s a club in KL called Barsonic. Over there, we layan our friends, and the good music. Boys don’t really disturb girls there, or at least there’s no cheesy bump&grinding. Everyone there is a friend, and all for a good time.”
Bob replied with a simple, “Oh ok.”
He seemed to be trying to digest this new information, either that or he just doesn’t care.
Bob: “So, do you have a boyfriend?”
Me: “Yes.”
Bob: “DAMN!”
(oh my god i am not kidding you he said that. wait til you hear the rest)
Bob: “So, where is he tonight?”
Me: “I told you earlier, i am here for work over the weekend. He’s back home in KL.”
Bob: “You mean he lets you club by yourself???”
(-_-) Me: “Err, yes. And i let him club all by himself, too.”
Bob: “Aren’t you worried he will cheat behind your back?”
Me: “No.”
Bob: “How long have you been together?”
Me: “Not that it’s any of your business, but close to a year now.”
Bob: “Oh……” He nodded his head in stunned silence.
His shocked face tells me he’s never met anyone who’s in a relationship for longer than 2 months.
I kept telling myself, He’s Ryan’s friend, he’s Ryan’s friend, be nice, BE NICE.
Bob: “Ok just between you and me, ya. Have you cheated on him before??? TELL ME THE TRUTH!!”
*mental facepalm*
Me: “No.”
I swear my fingers were curling into a balled fist right about now.
Bob nods his head in silent contemplation again.
Bob: “So, you’re in love with him?”
Me: “Bob, it’s starting to get a bit personal now (like 10 questions ago) but…”
Bob: “Oh. So, what, you’re gonna MARRY him, is it?”
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is my limit of patience for educating idiots for the night.
I walked away from Bob and rejoined the rest. And let me tell you, THAT IS JUST THE GIST OF THE CONVERSATION.
There was a whole load more of really mindless, unrelated, IQ-reducing questions that i decided to spare you from.
I swear, i should have slapped him after the first 2 minutes of mind-boggling stupidity, but god has apparently cursed blessed me with a lot of patience.
But oh no, that’s not the end.
Later on, i was casually chatting with Ryan blablabla nothing important.
Bob, who was hovering nearby, decided to pipe in unwelcomed and said, “Aaah, don’t listen to the LESBIANS!”
o_O
You really shouldn’t be hovering too closely if you decide to say that to a girl, RIGHT after she went through great pains trying to talk some sense into you.
Otherwise, you WILL get what you deserve, which is a proper palm to your face.
Mind you, it was very crowded and there wasn’t enough arm-swinging space, so all he got was a light tap to the cheek. But still, not surprisingly, even that can send him into a frenzy of whining like a little b—
I hope my story has amused you, for that is the EXACT conversation that took place. Nothing was exaggerated.
But i also hope that this story gets some of you thinking. For those of you who THINK you can have absolutely zero manners not just once, or twice, or 123456789 times, THINK AGAIN.
Or at least do it from a safer distance.
But later it also got me wondering.
Considering the possibility that maybe JUST MAYBE he didn’t wake up that morning and think, Hmm let’s be a royal arsehole to somebody tonight,
Let’s say maybe he’s just *always* been that way.
What kind of girls would ALLOW him talk to them like that?
Can you imagine how little respect does he have for women, or how little self-respect do these women have for themselves??
These are questions that im not sure i want answered.
Lastly, i cannot stress enough that i am NOT generalizing on all Singaporean guys.
Im sure this breed of ignorant fools lurk in the corners of every country.
Unless, if Bob over there wants to generalize that all Malaysian girls are crazy, then im sorry Malaysian girls, i have done my best.
Currently listening to: MGMT - Flash Delirium ♫
(♫ genre: indie, psychedelic-rock)
June 2nd, 2010 at 9:52 pm
lesbians are sexy. we are sexy.
June 2nd, 2010 at 10:21 pm
word of the day: DOUCHEBAGGERY
LOL! sorry cynthia im not laughing at your misery, but the story is so funny! hahaha why got ppl still like that 1! hahaha thanks for sharing :p
June 2nd, 2010 at 10:43 pm
karen’s response “Are you gay?” is hilarious. wah this guy is a real piece of work, and im a guy myself
June 2nd, 2010 at 10:50 pm
All men should take note. If you are an arsehole, you will get a slap. Bob received a slap. Conclusion being? Bob is an arsehole.
June 2nd, 2010 at 11:34 pm
That “Bob” deserved what he got.
Some people just don’t know where to stick their noses.
But then again at this age of late, there’s so many people who claims to be in a relationship yet throws themselves at just about anybody. The title does not mean a thing to them. I’ve seen it with my bare eyes. Saddens me how some people can be cheap and serve themselves as early dinner.
What you have with David is called trust. That’s what every rock solid real relationship has and needs.
Trust gets you everywhere, insecurity gets you nowhere.
Good thing you stood up for yourself and your relationship.
xx
June 3rd, 2010 at 12:30 am
Gosh! That “Bob” has gotta be too fake or trying too hard or just typical…
That slap was a well deserving one for him!
P/S: I’m not gay. :P
June 3rd, 2010 at 9:23 am
if your “are you gay” retort didn’t take him down, nothing ever will.
-_-
June 3rd, 2010 at 11:45 am
Dumbasses like that give the rest of us a bad name. Sigh…
June 3rd, 2010 at 7:12 pm
haha i was totally nodding my head throughout the whole post :p
and I thought my friends and i were the only ones with terrible SG-boys experiences! i’ve been to a couple of clubs in SG and I always though ‘ok lah, maybe its the wrong club …’ … but its always almost the same :p
in zouk SG, there was this guy who would NOT leave us alone … and I even went to the extent of texting in front of him and standing beside the bouncer (hehe wtf) to get him off, but he kept following us everywhere to drag us back to their table -_- and he also asked if we were lesbians wtf.
and also, some of them are realllll full of themselves! spoke to this guy in barsonic and he kept going on about how they SGporeans like to stay at this or that posh hotel in KL, and he even introduced his friend to us like ‘hey, meet terence, he is an award-winning photographer and we work closely on a lot of successful projects’. :S braggy much! I gather from my msian friends who study there that a lot of them are mama’s boys, i guess. (but not all! there will always be the good ones and the bad)
June 4th, 2010 at 2:22 pm
cis! im glad i didn’t stay then. aching feet and fatigue coupled with dumbassery would’ve sent me over the edge! LOL!
June 6th, 2010 at 9:36 pm
to all: thanks for the funny comments, really made my week :)
gwen: hear hear!
yapthomas: you dont have to be gay to know that absolutely zero manners deserves one tight slap
justine: but alas, the obvious did not dawn upon me at the moment -_-
Liz: haha omg your encounter was abit worse than mine, did you add a punch to that slap he deserved!
nasa: oh hellz yea. actually i wish u came that night, i’d love to see your reaction actually Hahaha sure ganas gila!
June 8th, 2010 at 10:24 pm
yeaaa ignore the loser. when i went to singapore the problem in clubs were that there were like a 10 to 1 ratio of guys to girls..there’s just toooooooo many guys in the same club..when i was there i missed seeing girls around in the end i even ended up with 8 guys and my bf and just little ol me. so yea i bet he was just disappointed that the very little girls in the club dont even dance with guys.. get what i mean