Monday, April 11, 2005
Sunday, April 10, 2005
working in a singapore backpackers
i am still in beautiful singapore, having survived this far. for how much longer i really dont know. i am living the life of an 18 year old, different women every week (this place is a fucking brothel),working for peanuts, sleeping on average about 4 hours a night. sooner or later i will get a heart attack, but who cares.
i am still not sure about singapore. people are more puritan and anal than a monkeys arse and are just so different to westerners, you might as well live on the moons of uranus. well toto. we are not in kansas anymore. singapore reminds me very much of STARSHIP TROOPERS, one of my favourite movies. just shut up and let the government decide whats good. you consume consume consume, make money money money and let us worry about the rest. all this subtle propaganda everywhere. be a good citizen. we protect the homeland (our sacred soil) for you. do not criticize the government. a modern germany under the nazis would have looked similar. you actually dont see much police during the day. only at night seem groups of them patrolling the streets of little india. but i have the suspicion there are plainclothes cops everywhere at anytime. then again one has to ask, whats better, a sterile boring fascist country like singapore or a corrupt shithole like the philippines?? depends what you are after i suppose.
i had a small interlude with one of the female staff for a week or 2. before i knew it i was involved into the politics of staff relations, shit coming from all sides. fucking hell why didnt anyone tell me that you never mix business with pleasure. now everything is back to the status quo and we are all nice to each other, bitching behind each others back.
besides working at the reception and doing the bar i am also in charge of bbqs (making yummy salads etc) and do once or twice a week JUNGLE BOBS TREE TOP TOUR, which takes us through a rain forest and over a hanging bridge, 25 metres high up over a canopy of tree tops, right in the centre of singapore. but as always on this beautiful island, rules and regulations everywhere. one of the highlights is to get the wild monkeys excited by feeding them right under a sign which says: DO NOT FEED THE MONKEYS. FINE $ 10 000. as you can see there is still fun to be had in singapore. one of the social highlights so far was our easter DEATH BY CHOCOLATE PARTY. included was chocolate punch, which i was able to master by raiding the owners stock of spirits. i even found some filipino rum which i had given to them a year before. so in went a bottle of vodka, rum, some strange looking sri lankan arak and thai mekong whisky, all refined with chocolate, sugar and a few litres of cream. a beautiful punch was made which got everyone totally sloshed. a few people vomited later and couples seemed to use the toilets and showers for a bit of bonking. but no one seemed to complain too much. in fact the place has been booked out ever since. the owners also suggested some easter egg colouring. hello!!! can you imagine hardened backpackers who just survived the perils of southeast asia to colour eggs?? instead i invented a game: beautiful coloured hard boiled eggs were mixed with beautiful coloured raw eggs. people smashed them on each others head. the winner with a whole egg left got a chocolate price, and the hostel made a fortune in doing laundry. so in the end everyone was happy...........
i am still not sure about singapore. people are more puritan and anal than a monkeys arse and are just so different to westerners, you might as well live on the moons of uranus. well toto. we are not in kansas anymore. singapore reminds me very much of STARSHIP TROOPERS, one of my favourite movies. just shut up and let the government decide whats good. you consume consume consume, make money money money and let us worry about the rest. all this subtle propaganda everywhere. be a good citizen. we protect the homeland (our sacred soil) for you. do not criticize the government. a modern germany under the nazis would have looked similar. you actually dont see much police during the day. only at night seem groups of them patrolling the streets of little india. but i have the suspicion there are plainclothes cops everywhere at anytime. then again one has to ask, whats better, a sterile boring fascist country like singapore or a corrupt shithole like the philippines?? depends what you are after i suppose.
i had a small interlude with one of the female staff for a week or 2. before i knew it i was involved into the politics of staff relations, shit coming from all sides. fucking hell why didnt anyone tell me that you never mix business with pleasure. now everything is back to the status quo and we are all nice to each other, bitching behind each others back.
besides working at the reception and doing the bar i am also in charge of bbqs (making yummy salads etc) and do once or twice a week JUNGLE BOBS TREE TOP TOUR, which takes us through a rain forest and over a hanging bridge, 25 metres high up over a canopy of tree tops, right in the centre of singapore. but as always on this beautiful island, rules and regulations everywhere. one of the highlights is to get the wild monkeys excited by feeding them right under a sign which says: DO NOT FEED THE MONKEYS. FINE $ 10 000. as you can see there is still fun to be had in singapore. one of the social highlights so far was our easter DEATH BY CHOCOLATE PARTY. included was chocolate punch, which i was able to master by raiding the owners stock of spirits. i even found some filipino rum which i had given to them a year before. so in went a bottle of vodka, rum, some strange looking sri lankan arak and thai mekong whisky, all refined with chocolate, sugar and a few litres of cream. a beautiful punch was made which got everyone totally sloshed. a few people vomited later and couples seemed to use the toilets and showers for a bit of bonking. but no one seemed to complain too much. in fact the place has been booked out ever since. the owners also suggested some easter egg colouring. hello!!! can you imagine hardened backpackers who just survived the perils of southeast asia to colour eggs?? instead i invented a game: beautiful coloured hard boiled eggs were mixed with beautiful coloured raw eggs. people smashed them on each others head. the winner with a whole egg left got a chocolate price, and the hostel made a fortune in doing laundry. so in the end everyone was happy...........
