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Lesson learnt.

This has been a rather long break for me since I took 2 days of leave since thursday. But still, Sunday arrives inevitably. It's a fact that I have to embrace. If there's no Sunday, how could a brand new week begin? But still, I dread the pre book-in feeling, even after like 1 years 6 months or so of the routine. Some feelings just don't fade.

This little break was a rather rocky one for me. Thursday actually started out pretty good. With the awe-ful(good) singing session with peng. But things went for a little awful(bad) turn on Friday. A friend of mine asked if I wanted to go to some ktv pubs to sing, drink and chill out. Since ktv-pub-hunting has been one of peng's agendas recently, I decided to ask him along. So we went to Clarke Quay where we went to Safra Town Club. There's a ktv pub on the 6th level. Peng and me reached there first so we were just looking around. When we were just there. The waitresses already approached us. Obviously they were China-Chinese and Chinese-Vietnamese waitresses. Just not a single local accent. Except for the waitresses who weren't that appealing, I thought the sound system and ambience of the pub was not bad. But my view would change later.

My friend came to meet us in a while and he offered to bring us to another pub just next door. This time round, the second pub was a fresh environment in that the ladies there were definitely more hotter and less bugging sort. They were just out to make business. But my friend claimed to know all of them and he was like openly flirting with them. I tried to keep my composure since I already had expectations of such places. But this second pub was considered rather decent. I think my friend was the only indecent one going around trying to talk to everyone. Sad to say. I mean, I understand what's going on. And that he was out to have fun and all that. But he just went a bit too far. So there were customers complaining that he was disrupting their moments. In the end, my friend almost got into a fight with the manager of the pub. My friend's reason was "he was talking to his friends". But then, this pretty waitress whom we got to know told us that he actually didn't know those people. I didn't really give it much thought cos I really couldn't bother much. I just thought of chilling out with a couple of drinks and sing. The situation took a nasty turn when my friend was literally chased out of the pub by one of the managers. And that manager was telling him that it was not the first time he was creating a din. My friend just appeared hostile and challenged the manager to a fight. All along, I was just standing by the side of the pavement with peng. I kept my cool, trying to understand the whole situation. And I realised my friend was at fault actually. But I didn't want to bring him down. I just urged him just to leave. And then we went back to the first pub.

A mistake.

When we went back, we were immediately approached by this woman in her 30s who reeked of alcohol and stale breath. And the worse thing was that she was trying to cling on to us, trying to be a little more than friendly. We ordered two "Shirley Temple". And just wanted to proceed on with the singing. But that woman was irritating!!! She saw the "minnie mouse" pendant I was wearing. And she kept pestering me that I should give it to her. I tried to ignore her but she came back another time. I was at a loss but I just thought that maybe giving it to her would shut her up and get rid of her. And besides, I already drank 2 bottles of hoegarrden earlier. I was a bit confused. I could have resisted by pushing her away. But the innate soft-natured character of mine gave in. After that, true enough, she just bugged off. And the furious thing was, she wore that pendant straightaway. I was flabberghasted.

I felt a deep sense of compunction. First of all, I should have listened to dearie not to visit such places. Not to hang out with bad company. I told her about what happened and she got very agitated. When I told my sisters as well, they all gave me a good lecture. I guess it was a lesson learnt alright.

Well, at least it was an eye-opening experience. Sometimes, when you stepped out of your good old comfort zone, you began to realise that things out there ain't as beautiful as they seemed. Glamorous places are sometimes ironically unglamorous.

But then, I believe that as long as you know who you are, stick to your morals, you can still stand your ground, be it in any environment.

There are really things to learn. Even outside the classroom. You just need to be your own teacher.