I want some hot stuff baby this evenin'
So...um...I got free tickets to watch Thunder From Down Under.
And my first reaction was: YEEEEES! YEEEEEES! I WANT! I WANT!
Oh course lah. Which sane, hot blooded woman would say no?
There's a curious story how I managed to get the tickets too.
The very awesome woman that is my mother actually entered a lucky draw competition to win the tickets from some radio station, but she was too embarrassed to use her name, so she registered it under mine. And lo and behold! I won! Or rather she won! Okay, we both won! Because we decided to go together! ROTFLMAO.
Yes, you read that right. My mother and I went out for a gals night out to feast our eyes on hunky male dancers! Hahaha!
But for all the hype surrounding them, these glorified Chippendale wannabes sadly left much to the imagination. (Erm, would it be so wrong to say that I was more turned on watching Ninja Warriors last night?) The show was rather tame actually, though I suppose it's no fault of the beefcakes themselves. I blame our strict archaic close-minded laws against getting yer kit off in public (yes it erodes our moral values, i geddit *rolls eyes*).
I'm surprised that there are so many sex-starved nymphos in Singapore though. They were wilder than the performers methinks! They were screaming, wolf whistling, shamelessly throwing themselves at the beefcakes and trying to feel them up whenever the dudes pranced their way around the club after each song. It was quite funny actually.
Unfortunately, I didn't manage to take any pictures tonight, because we weren't allowed to. So technically I don't have any photographic proof I was at Zirca tonight. I think nobody's gonna believe me anyway, but you're just gonna have to take my word for it.
And my first reaction was: YEEEEES! YEEEEEES! I WANT! I WANT!
Oh course lah. Which sane, hot blooded woman would say no?
There's a curious story how I managed to get the tickets too.
The very awesome woman that is my mother actually entered a lucky draw competition to win the tickets from some radio station, but she was too embarrassed to use her name, so she registered it under mine. And lo and behold! I won! Or rather she won! Okay, we both won! Because we decided to go together! ROTFLMAO.
Yes, you read that right. My mother and I went out for a gals night out to feast our eyes on hunky male dancers! Hahaha!
But for all the hype surrounding them, these glorified Chippendale wannabes sadly left much to the imagination. (Erm, would it be so wrong to say that I was more turned on watching Ninja Warriors last night?) The show was rather tame actually, though I suppose it's no fault of the beefcakes themselves. I blame our strict archaic close-minded laws against getting yer kit off in public (yes it erodes our moral values, i geddit *rolls eyes*).
I'm surprised that there are so many sex-starved nymphos in Singapore though. They were wilder than the performers methinks! They were screaming, wolf whistling, shamelessly throwing themselves at the beefcakes and trying to feel them up whenever the dudes pranced their way around the club after each song. It was quite funny actually.
Unfortunately, I didn't manage to take any pictures tonight, because we weren't allowed to. So technically I don't have any photographic proof I was at Zirca tonight. I think nobody's gonna believe me anyway, but you're just gonna have to take my word for it.