Happy New Year Sexy People!

Happy New Year 2013.

Gosh..when was the last time I really sat down and pen down my thoughts here. I miss writing and I'm effing glad to be back balls!

FYI, I went MIA to nurse a broken heart. And like many dejected creatures, the best place to seek tranquility and reflect is none other than Bali. Yes, I was alone. I spent most of December in Bali, in the hope to find peace within myself again; realigned myself. I want to be emotionally better for the upcoming new year, leave all those bad breakups, lousy men and heartaches behind. It's time to start afresh. I am a strong woman, although emotionally beaten time and again but I am a survivor. What doesn't kill me, makes me stronger. Hell yeah! I feel rejuvenated machiam reborn again. heh.

I always believe that if you want something so much, the entire universe will conspire to help you get what you want. Only if you believe in it. I would like to think I have a nice heart, a little bitter but sweet. just like Hershey's bitter sweet choco chips.

I tell you, if you are feeling down, you tend to spend more money. Well, it is a temporary measure for women. Retail therapy or whatever one may call it, it does work! But reality hits you harder when you see ur credit card bills and asked yourself why the fuck you spent your bonus on Rolex, Salvatore Ferragamo shoes, Goyard bag, and Rimowa luggage. Like seriously what was I thinking to spend 1000+ on a luggage????? Stooopid sia. Regrets but this kind of regret is okay because money we can earn back. But not our youth..so the clock is ticking and I have come up with a list of new year resolutions:

1) Have sex at least 5 times a week
2) Find an ang moh husband
3) Be on the cover of FHM Singapore
4) Earn lotsa money
5) Have lunch time quickie at least once a week
6) Give my man a BJ everyday eventhough I'm deadbeat and bored of his penis. Besides food, a way to man's heart is a good blowjob.
7) Hope that everyone in this world including lovely readers will be sextisfied with their partners
9) May all those men who raped women will be fed to the dogs.
10) Quit shopping (errr...try lah)

How? Okay or not my NY resolution?

Give a man a fuck, and you will ease his lust for a day; give him a blowjob, and he will lust for you for a lifetime - Grumpy Spinster

I fucking love this quote. Genius or what. hahaha

More happenings coming up. Stay tune..

Angst

The rain didn't help with how I feel..weary, bleak, uncertain, small and dented...

I'm feeling a little depressed these two days. Maybe it's my menses that usually comes uninvited. Maybe it's my hormonal change. Maybe it's me..

I met a couple of old primary schoolmates for dinner on Tuesday night. We went to Margharita's at Dempsey. These are not my usual hang out friends, but they are decent bunch we grew up together and we try to meet up at least once a year to catch up and share gossips and most times problems.

As I'm the only SINGLE woman in the group, the rest are either married with kids or they are divorced with kids, so they tend to talk about their children and their problems raising their children. Life is great and dandy, what a happy family...oh fuck that bullshit!

Okay I get it. I'm a SPINSTER. Whenever you guys look at me with that sneaky grins and evil smirks, it kinda make me feel small and SHITTY. I feel like an entrapped, helpless princess and you are all the evil witches who enjoy seeing me feel miserable and hopeless in love. Because I'm not like you all who have naughty children and have 'doting' husbands.

I'm not the mute kind of friend. I will laugh as loud as I can at anything funny and I'm jovial. But when they realised that I turned mute, they joined forces to bombard me with pricking questions: When will I want to find a steady boyfriend and quickly get married and give birth and have many offprings. One of them even said "WHEN WILL YOU BE LIKE US??".

WTF.

I hate these questions and remarks. We are world's apart and my taste in men are unlike those fat husband of yours who enjoy simply plonk themselves on the sofa and watch TV while you guys start your nagging marathon. I'd rather remain spinster than living a life filled with worries. Besides, I have my own goals and getting married is NOT in the top 10 of my to-do list.

I don't want to be like them because they have adopted the 'aunty' look. NO WAY.
Grow sideways minimum L size. Losing hair, stretch marks. NO no NOOO!
Rush, rush, mad rush.

AGING gracefully is my top priority!

But these shenanigans didn't stop there.

Go to auntie's house during Chinese New Year, relatives asked when I want to get married.
Go to distant cousin's house during Hari Raya to eat lontong and rendang, they asked when I will get married and must quickly give birth because my age is plumping.
Go to weddings, the same people will look at me with disgust when I brought along different handsome looking white men every time. Like changing clothes...
End of year catch up, people start asking what happened to the last boyfriend I had. Fuck.

eh, STRESSS LAH!

It's like playing a broken record. Same old shit, same ding dongs, same tune. Yawns, boring.

JUST STOP ASKING ME WHEN I WILL FUCKING GET MARRIED ALREADY CAN OR NOT!

I heart inter-race-course

I am back!

Hello everybody! I am feeling great from my long vacation in beautiful Santorini and went a little further in Italy shopping to stock up on my make up and handbags. Oh c'mon, girls have to look good don't we?

Anyhow, right after I came back everyone was talking about Amy Cheong who became more famous than Annabel Chong for posting seditious remarks about our Malay mats and minahs. If I have been cornered to choose between the two, I would rather enjoy Annabel's glory. At least I get fucked by many men while Amy is going through drought season.

Like seriously, if there could be anyone that Singapore government would choose as a symbol of multiculturalism, it would definitely be ME. I love Singaporeans but as of the last 10 years, I prefer to fuck ang mohs. It's just a choice. Having said that, it means that I had several sexual encounters with Malay mats. They are nice easy-going, chillax people who enjoy sex, motorbikes, cigarettes, and alcohol when they are young. Once they are married with kids, those who have repented would be ultra pious like Mas Selamat Kastari. Unfortunately, those who are stubborn and still want to remain romeos will end up partying for the rest of their lives like those pakciks who drink Tiger at coffeeshop.

One such fella I met was Saiful, but his friends called him Epul. We met at RumRunners. I was invited to my friend's friend all girls birthday party. It was weird because I was the only non-Malay girl but luckily I blended in because of my beautiful golden tan skin.

Don't talk to me about dancing, because I am the master of grindin' yeah! I can grind a man like how I grind peppercorns. Uh huh..Slick, sexy and groovy.

Little did I know this mat Epul was stripping me with his bionic eyes at the bar counter as I furiously shook my booty and grooved to the song by Khia My Neck My Back (Lick it). He slowly drifted right beside me and started to sway his body, in sync with mine. He came closer to my perky ass and instantaneously we became prata plaster. We dance all night till 3am, then he asked what I wanted to do after clubbing. When I told him I had no plans, and he asked if I wanted to hang out with him after clubbing.

Like any other Malay blokes, Epul was not bad looking. Unlike our local chinkies' faces mostly flat like they have been ironed, our Malays mats, I noticed usually have decent and acceptable look, with a sense of style (skaters, hip hop, grunge or rockers). Not to mention they have acceptable size of cucumbers. Is it because of belachan? Well, I don't know..

So we arrived at his Circuit Road flat, and oh my.. his house got a distinct Malay smell. No one was at home because he said his mom worked night shift at factory and his minah sister worked as KTV hostess. Oh well, another dysfunctional Malay family, but this didn't bother me much as long as he was a good fuck.

I relish circumsized penises because they look pretty cute and something about the ripe dickhead that makes you want to pop it in your mouth. I must say that he has the most number of moles on his shaft and balls! If i remember correctly, I counted there were 19 moles of different sizes: 9 on his shaft, 3 on his left fig and 7 on his right fig. Epul's a spotty one down there and somewhat reminded me of 101 Dalmatians! I find it extremely strange. How the hell anyone can get so many moles on their private parts?!

As we were too tired from the grinding, and I cannot do my favourite reverse cowgirl that night, We decided on missionary and doggy to seal the deal. It was a decent fuck. I woke up in the morning, the Malay house smell lingered. Yucks.

Did I say he complimented how beautiful I looked in the morning? Haha, seriously smooth operators are dangerous creatures and they should be shot to death. Girls, pls don't ever believe when a men say you looked beautiful in the morning especially when you hair looked it got electrocuted. But I appreciated his nice gestures and I chose to believe that I looked great that morning. We met a couple more times and became short term fuck buddies and okay bye bye, he was gone as soon as I got my menses again that month.

So what's the moral of the story? No matter how you think Malay are useless and lazy, or their house got Malay distinct smell from frying fish and keropok everyday, they do make Singapore special. Yeah, they sing well and won many Singapore Idol already, they can play the guitar well, and they can draw very well too, but there are many other good niceties about this race that are worth exploring such as the food and culture. If you really cannot find anything nice, sex will be a good start to get acquainted with the race or in fact any race.

Pls don't judge a book by its cover and if you must judge, please try to sift your words first and not hurl insensitive remarks at people. There is a difference between Fuck and Fuck you. Errr..whatever..

To Amy Cheong, I'm glad you left Singapore if not you bring shame to the SPGs community. I am sure even Babarella Posh Beckham have removed you from the SPGs pack.

Whatever it is, racial bigotry has no place in our tiny island. I wouldn’t want to offend my neighbours and friends who are of different race. I also wouldn’t want to offend my friends who have different sexual orientation. Just be tolerant okay, no more squabbles please?

May I suggest Amy Cheong do the following at down under:

1)   Smoke weed if you haven’t been a smoker. Try e-cigarette if you want an environmentally friendly one.

2)   If you haven’t gotten any sex from your hubby because you guys have been quarreling about the snoring he made, please go and masturbate so that it can make you relax. If you feel disgusted, just play with pit tap and spray at your clit, it also helps to give you some shiok feeling.

3)   Take up yoga...who knows you can do the boomerang style..and wow your hubby ...maybe you marriage will turn out better.

4)   Run to get out of your life. Exercise releases ‘happy hormones’. Just keep running whenever you feel angry... 

5) Invest in a 'rabbit'...heh 

To all my Muslim friends (gays, transvestites, lesbos, heteros) I would like to wish you Selamat Hari Raya Haji and Happy holidays!

Fuck for Benefit

Hello beautiful readers. I'm on off day today. So here I am sipping my coffee and I was inspired to write about a topic that I love most - sex. This was because all my girlfriends and gay friends are talking about the most scandalous topic that hit our country - the NUS Professor Tey Tsun Hang and his little pony Darinne Ko. Then there is another involving the RI teacher and her student. It got me thinking, what the fuck is happening to our good schools in Singapore?

Then again, I have heard so many stories involving students and lecturers usually in polytechnics and universities. I even know a few students who eventually married their lecturers because they found love in each other. Just like Rihanna found love in Chris Brown. Just like Jessica Biel found love in Justin Timberlake. Lecturer and students are ordinary people. Like seriously, teacher/lecturer-student sex is a common thing that happened in tertiary institutions, but after reading the article I recalled a similar event that happened to me many many years ago. 

Sometimes, the sex happens because you really like the other person and consequently both parties reap some benefits from the whole affair. Sometimes, you desperately want something in return so you come up with a brilliant plan to ensure that your journey in school with be a smooth sailing one such as sexual and resource benefits. 

Back when I was in school,  there was this teacher who was popular among the sweet young girls. You know, we girls like someone who is funny, friendly and witty. As I was a pretty girl in school, not surprisingly the teacher paid extra attention to me. He claimed that I was rebellious (yes I was a wild one) and refused to do any of his homework. Slept in his class, doodle penis, boobies and vaginas since they are my favourite images LOL. Just like Darinne, I was lucky that have been blessed with a good quality AAA-cell brain all thanks to my mom's religious routine in shoving gingko biloba nuts and black currants into my mouth everyday. But I must admit Darinne is not clever enough because she went around and tell her backstabber friends about her dirty little secret. For me, I kept my mouth shut. 

Let's just call the teacher WL. 

How it started was simple. WL asked if I got MSN account so we could do group chat with the rest of the classmates. Then we started by chatting in private and shared jokes and silly experiences with our exs. Then it naturally got into the topic of sex and BINGO! Once WL knew I'm open to share my sex positions, the size of my pink nipples and how my extraterrestrial skill in licking men dry, he cleverly dropped hints on sexcapade interest. 

The rest is history, we fuck like normal people fuck. We sneakily went to hotels just like horny bunnies. We used candies for safety reasons. We even rented costumes to spice up our sex. Once, I rented a sexy nurse uniform but no undies or bra underneath. I even shaved my pubic hair in the shape of heart (not easy!) so that I could surprise him. Silly and sweet right?!  If I'm not wrong, I ever forced him to wear an apron that we bought from Mustaffa Centre! It was almost usually fun-filled fuck feasts.

Meet for breakfast, checked-in, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Lunch time, took a short break with a light lunch and continued our fuck fest till dinner time.
After a heavy dinner, we took about an hour to digest and continued our fuck galore till midnight. Sleep, then next day, first thing after brushing my teeth, I would 'DICK' in when he had the morning wood. Awesome, I love when men have morning glory. Easy, fast-fuck to end the wonderful sexcapade before check out. Love!

I blew his whistle, he polished and waxed me. He screwed me, I unscrewed him. Finish. I didn't have to say or tell him what grades I wanted in school. It was almost automated. Somewhat like an obligation for his part to take care of me. To avoid suspicion, he ensured that I would pass above average but not to the extent of topping my class. He would notify me if I would be receiving any warning letters or getting in discipline problems. In short, he watched my back. We fuck till I graduated and never keep in touch again ever since. Not because I didn't like him. It was because I found out from one of his friends that he is married with 2 kiddos.  I couldn't forgive myself for sleeping with a married man. So I went MIA. There were no gifts exchanged or any Mont Blanc pen. I did not pay for his credit card bills. The whole affair was memorable, fun and pleasurable. No animal was harm in the process of our steamy love making sessions. 

Years later I heard rumours that he had tried similar stunts with other female students and next thing I know he left the institution. Now, he is doing well in another renowned institution in Singapore. 

Well, some people get away with shitty stuff while others don't. For Darinne, too bad you told the wrong person and that person is either plain jealous or an extremely righteous person who cannot stand the idea of injustice. 

One thing we know, this is an epic case and definitely going to leave a major imprint in Singapore. Let this be a lesson for those who are having a relationship with their students or teachers now. Either you stop the shit now or you continue with tact. I know it's hard to resist when the sex is good and you have a sweet young thing shagging you all day. But think twice about the repercussions on yourself. 

xoxo

Adventures with a Horse Jockey

Many moons ago, I was at the driving range hitting some golf balls with my 7 iron, when a short man booked the lane next to mine. The driving range was empty on a weekday mid-afternoon, so it was strange to find someone took up a bay next to an occupied one. But I ignored thinking that it could be his favourite spot although he doesn’t look local and he was an unfamiliar face at the country club.

Although I am not a good golfer, and so far have only managed to attain a PC, I was very well-dressed like a golf professional. I live my life by a motto. If you can’t play like Tiger Woods, might as well look good and confident. Back then I was crazy about Titleist because the logo is pretty. All my gears were fully self-sponsored by Tilteist from head to toe. A hefty price to pay to look good, but it felt great.

With my tight white mini skirt and baby pink polo top from Ralph Lauren, I sizzled up the entire driving range. Soon I noticed the short man robotically paced up and down to fetch the golf balls from the dispensing machine even though he already had 4 baskets of them.

Intentionally, I was on a stance which naturally revealed my perky ass, slightly lowered my upper body  and showed my cleavage. I confidently aimed for 200m.

I felt someone was staring at me. The cute short man. I looked up and he grinned at me. I stopped and looked at him and smiled. He returned the smile with a confrontation. He complimented my swing and thought it was perfect (BULLSHIT!) and my posture was excellent. Short men can get on your nerves but I don’t mind some fun. He was as tall as I was. So he felt comfortable taking on a petite Asian woman like me. Several short leading questions led to the real motive. He asked if I was interested to grab a drink at the Beer Garden. I agreed.

Dear readers, let me introduce my specimen number xxx^th. His name was Al*x*s residing in an ang moh country (cannot share his location!). He was a horse jockey at Singapore Turf Club. We chatted, half the time I couldn’t understand what he was talking about because his tongue twisted and curled liked barbecued squid. Five minutes into the conversation I began to fantasize about how it would be like to fuck a short man. No harm trying as long there is the handy-candy condom.

Most times, I love my life. I met so many men who yearn to jiggle with me, who lust for me. And every time it’s different and I’m tempted to try these new delicacies. 

He sounded Italian but of course he is NOT Italian. 

He asked for my number, I willingly gave. The next few days we exchanged smses. He asked me out, we went out several times before I gave him the indication I was ready for jiggle.  After a wet and wild tongue rolling action and groping session, I hinted that I was okay about getting laid.

One fateful night, Al*x*s picked me up in a Beemer. Fancy, I Likeee! He opened the car door for me. Very gentlemanly. I LIKE! We ended up at Clarke Quay before it was renovated. HAHA that was ages ago huh! I can't remember the name of the restaurant but I do remember the dinner was quick because we had a naughty plan that night. That year, on Friday the 13th, it was my first ever fuck with a short man who was horse jockey at Singapore Turf Club. How rare can that be!

We kissed non-stop as though we were in lip-locking competition. Our tongues were naturally glued with industrial adhesives. Once he opened his house door, he ran to bed room with his hands held to mine. I laid down on the luscious water bed with purple linens. So soft and silky. I had a tingling sensation when the linens brushed against my skin. For this, Al*x*s got my two thumbs up!

So, we fucked on the bed. He doesn't have long cock, just an average johnny. The deed was decent. After cleaning up myself, I put on his shirt and lured him will my sultry eyes. I did a sexy lap dance. He got super turned on. I made him sit on a chair. I took my silk scarf and tied up his hands. I took my G-string and covered his eyes. We didn't talk. I just let my lips and tongue did the talking. I started by kissing his lips, moved up to his cheeks, moved down again to his neck, moved up to lick his ears and gave a little moan. I unbuttoned the shirt that I put on earlier, exposed my pointy nipples and brushed those ripe cherries on his face and lips. I began to work my way down, move to kiss his neck again, then chest and nibbled gently on his nipples. I wanted it to be as sensuous as it can be.

I had to release him from his pain. Poor little guy, he was whimpy and begged me to stop torturing him. Of course I gladly untied his hands. In a jiffy, he grabbed my body, carried me to the living room and laid me on the couch. It was bright and I could see him clearly. He thrusted his hotdog inside and I felt a rush of adrenaline.  I came 11 times that night. Don't get me wrong. He wasn't good. I was just freaking horny. Every month, one week before my menses I will be transformed into a horny monstress. I'm always 'wetter' than usual and feel like a warm chocolate lava cake. On the couch alone I came 4 times. So far, the naughty night went well.

I love the kissing moment with my partners. When I kiss, I will naturally close my eyes. When I climax, I will naturally close my eyes. But when I accidentally opened my eyes for my fifth homecoming, I was shocked to see that Al*x*s eyes didn't blink. They were wide open. My fifth homecoming orgasm was stopped short because I was surprised and somewhat shocked to see his expression like this (see below).

So I stared back at him because he stared at me while he was fucking me. I supposed it was natural for him to have a shock expression when he fuck. I was not happy with what I saw. It lasted for good 15 minutes. He didn't blink. Not once. I waited and watched till I turned dry down south. Nope. No blink. For a while, I thought I was fucking an alien.

Before the deed, I had imagined Al*x*s to have a pleasant O-face. For the record, he had the ugliest O-face that I have EVER seen in my entire life! His eyes locked in place and froze. His mouth was distorted and his body twitched violently. Some say it was pure surrendering like sneezing, but how I wished it was more delectable.

I didn't enjoy the couch session. After he came, I became reserved and quiet. I left about 10 mins later with an excuse that I had to meet my friends for supper.

I ignored his phone calls and smses for follow up sessions.  Al*x*s confessed that he loved me and thought I was godsend. Wow! Whenever I think of it now, I feel nausea and will turn pale. Oh dear, what a sexperience.


teddy hugs,
G.S

The Art of Oral-sex

Over the weekend, me and girlfriends bunked in at one of our friend's apartment and had a discussion on oral-genital sex. Apparently and to my surprise, many of my friends are still uncertain about their sexual capabilities and possibilities despite plentiful encounters and exposure. While there are many who are experts in sexual reproductive system, a good number of Singaporeans are still 'blur blur' about oral sex. After flipping through chapter 14 of my vintage green paperback biology text book (ehemm, pure science student!), I have conjured a simplified, 5-minute worth on oral-sex specially dedicated to my friends and avid readers. Enjoy <3

Oral-genital sex can be one of the most enjoyable and sexually arousing options available to people who seek pleasure and fulfillment from a sexual relationship. Many people like to include oral sex as a special intimacy to aid arousal in their foreplay, but prefer to attain orgasmic satisfaction through coitus. 

A woman, who is more inclined to reach orgasm through clitoral and vulval stimulation rather than vaginal stimulation from the penis alone, finds it particularly beneficial to her arousal and subsequent sexual satisfaction. The soft moistness of the tongue suits the delicate clitoral area very well, and is more likely to excite her and less likely to irritate than having a dry finger rubbed against the area during manual stimulation. 

The majority of men take special pleasure in receiving fellatio from their partners. Depending on the particular stimulation, a man may enjoy it purely as a method of arousal and then want to proceed towards full penetrative intercourse, or he may hope that his woman uses her mouth to bring him to orgasm. Although oral sex is highly arousing, some men have a tendency to ejaculate prematurely find that oral stimulation gives them greater control over their orgasmic processes than if they had vaginal sex without it. 

One of the most delightful aspects of oral sex is that it provides the opportunity for lovers to take it in turns to surrender themselves totally to simply giving or receiving loving and highly erotic attention. 

Cunnilingus (not Cunninglingus)

Most women would prefer to be aroused through sensual play, loving strokes, kisses, and whole body attention before they receive any direct stimulation of the clitoral area. This gives a woman time to produce and secret her own love juices, so that her vulva becomes receptive, warm, wet and welcoming. 

Women often complain that men either neglect the clitoris or they zone in on it before they become aroused. Before men begin to perform cunnilingus, kiss and excite all the areas adjacent to her genitals, then gently nuzzle over her mons and vulva. 

When she is aroused, her vulva will swell, as will the lips of her vulva. You can gently part her lips, and begin to thrill her with your tongue. Change your strokes and pressures and pay special attention to the areas surrounding her clitoris as this can be more arousing. let your tongue playfully stroke around the vagina, even thrusting a little into it. Change the rhythm and action of your tongue, as too much sustained pressure can be irritating. You can also suck gently on her clitoris, flick your tongue over it from side to side. Cunnilingus can bring some women into multi-orgasmic state. 

Never blow air into her vagina as this can cause an air embolism and may be dangerous.

Fellatio 

If you are performing fellatio on your man, it is probably good idea to place one hand around the shaft of the penis so you can control the thrusting movements. In this way, you can overcome the fear that you might be inadvertently choke. Your man should always let you remain in control of the movements, and he should refrain you from thrusting deeply into your mouth, no matter how excited he is. 

Work your way slowly and sensuously down his body towards his genitals, bringing the whole surface of his skin alive with your breath, lips, tongue and touches. Linger over his belly, kissing tenderly around his pubic area and moving inch by inch closer to his genitals. 

Focus special attention on the underside of his penis as this part is particularly sensitive to stimulation. Many men love the sensation of having their scrotum gently stimulated by loving licks and kisses.Move his penis gently to one side and explore his the whole area with your tongue, while stroking his thighs and buttocks and perineal region with your other hand. 

Despite fellatio is commonly referred to blow job, never blow directly into the man's penis as this can be harmful - air embolus where an air bubble blocks the passage of blood in an artery or vein. In severe cases, if blood flow is completely obstructed, the tissue in that area will die. If the embolus were to travel up to the heart or lung, it  would cause death. 

So, what are you going to do tonight? Oral sex is the best option to drive away the Monday blues and heat up the oven for saucy sex grrrrrrrr ;) Besides, we need to produce more Singaporeans to beat the viral reproduction of Pinoys and Chinkies in our red dot island.


Lotsa love,
GS

Posh Club Ku De Ta is a prostitution joint?

Hey sweethearts,

How have you guys been doing? I'm sure many of you have been sexing up and painting the town red on weekends just like me. LOL

Talking about painting the town red on weekends, one reader became red recently when her ang moh male friends got "poached" by a "prostitute" in Ku De Ta, a renowned posh club at Marina Bay Sands (MBS). The lady known as 'SHE' had sent complaint letters to the management of MBS and the posh club Ku De Ta. Apparently, the Singapore Tourism Board (STB) was also informed of this incident but I'm not sure what was the outcome. The responses from MBS and Ku De Ta are below:

I recalled a similar observation when I went out with my cute Norwegian date named Erik S. about 3 months ago. We left shortly after we saw a woman who looked like she furiously tore her pink dress with scissors, revealed too much flabby skin and fats, paced up and down the club in a desperate hope to find a "customer". My judgment could be wrong, but I'm certain she looked and talked like a Pinoy. Although I don't like to see such posh clubs to be patronised by prostitutes, I honestly don't care much about it as long as those type of women doesn't approach my date. But reader 'SHE' got really pissed and I'm sure many have would have reacted the same way too if it happened to them.

Truthfully, I'm actually surprised and quite disappointed in Ku De Ta after reading Michael's response. What 'SHE' said was quite correct, given this lax approach, Ku De Ta is no better than those clubs along Duxton Rd.

STB should start doing something and step up their checks on tourist attractions and hotels. I'm sure the our Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong wouldn't like it if Singapore is famously unique for their foreign sex talents.


Love,
GS