Friday, February 20, 2009

brothel

no i'm not promoting a madam's house (guys should probably know what i mean *wink wink*, not that i'm making generalisation about guys out there)...i'm not planning to list the names of infamous houses around here or any other places for that matter...i haven't even seen the interior of one...though have been curious about it...hehehe....


anyway the thing is, i am a pretty clueless person...you know, someone when you crack a joke, and responded with 'oh wow, really?i didn't know that?wow!'...n you will probably develop a tendency to bash her head to the nearest wall n yell 'hey wake up!i'm making a J.O.K.E here!!!', thus learning that ur nasty caveman tendency has not been weaned out of u during evolution...this year i volunteered to be a person to aid new first year students a.k.a newbies at my school...the main reason of my sudden burst of goodwill is that i thought that i will make my CV looks interesting and thus makes me look like a all-rounder (good impression people)....very mercenary...well, i do have some nice gene people, ye have no faith...


the story behind the long tedious introduction of me becoming a nice person (or not) is that today, during my second training day of being a uniguide, i passed down this building...what's so interesting about this house, you ask?ah this goes a long, long way back (3 years way back) when i was young and innocent....n green...someone i met (don't remember who) told me that there's this house near the clock tower which used to be a high class bordello back then...n yes, being the green goose that i am, i believed him/her...i think i also might have spinned the story a bit...i told some of my other friends that the house right next to hyde park, the one across clock tower, was a whorehouse and now it's still running healthy...it is so high-class that you have to be super rich to be a customer....see how convoluted the story has turned into (it's not a real story in the first place)?


a few years later, i realised my mistake...there is a big sign upfront of the house that announced 'some important house related to uni or something'...the next building is a preschool, for goodness sake!will people ever build a whorehouse next to a preschool (sending all the wrong messages to toddlers out there)?not that i ever check my facts first...now, how did i missed that before?my obliviousness has made me a laughingstock of my nice small group of friends (not that i know whether they believe me or not, probably some of them seriously believed it's true)....


coming back on track, i told this to my friend i met in uniguide, ian...man, he blew his top off lauging...he said it'll be a good story to tell my little sheeps a.k.a noobs (the newbies people)...he made me realised (i told a lot of my uni experience anecdotes) that i do have a lot of stories...he said i will probably make a great uniguide (show some appreciation here, clap you hands please?hahaha)...telling stories will make them relate to me, make the situation less tense and awkward and make them relax...ahhh...his words made me feel warm all over...


come to think of it, you never see what other people see in you...i'm not boasting here...it's true that we have a lot of good qualities or bad traits that we never realise we have...in my case, i do realised that i do talk a lot...most of the time, a bit too much (okay, not a bit, but a lot too much)...i sometimes feel that i make too much effort to share, or i share too much to others' liking...some of them will probably feel so but some of them are happy to talk to me or just listening (as they claim)....


lastly, brothels n bordellos...not my place...but good introduction...grabbed ur attention didn't it?hehehe...

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