Arriving in Geylang
The Girl From Malaysia – Arriving in Geylang, my thoughts drifted toward the urban tales of the Girl From Malaysia in Singapore. I wanted to get a drink before heading home. It was close to midnight when I found my way into the Only One Music bar. The place was empty, save for me and the bartender, who looked as old as the neighborhood she lived in—if not older. This was unusual for the red-light hot spot. Obviously, COVID had something to do with that.
Nervous to be alone but excited for some well-deserved R&R, I asked her what she had on tap. No answer came from her cherry-painted lips, just a vacant look behind those eyes, perpetually distant from their surroundings. She didn’t rush to take my order either, instead enjoying whatever occupied her behind the bar’s frosted glass walls while absently pouring my beer.
Eerie Atmosphere
I could tell she wasn’t listening, even though I stood right in front of her. She was on autopilot, so I just went to one of the few tables in the bar. Once my drink arrived and the bartender disappeared into the back, I sat there pondering what had just happened. It felt like time had stopped while my mind wandered aimlessly.
From what I’ve heard, this place is usually full at this time on a Saturday night, but tonight it seemed deserted, as if everyone was scared off. A scene from the Twilight Zone entered my head. She seemed almost inhuman, like something from a horror movie that used to scare me as a child. I wondered why she looked the way she did and what kind of place this was anyway.
Horror Movie Vibes
At first, I thought the place would be done up with white or neon lights, but it seemed like the only illumination came from some kind of neon light behind the bar. It left much to be desired as far as ambiance was concerned. The decor looked like it was straight out of an 80s B-movie. Everything seemed fake and grimy, except for her red lipstick, which really stood out in that light. The whole place felt like a horror movie, especially when it was so empty.
I started to get a little nervous, looking at the door behind me and my drink. I really wanted to leave, but thought if I stayed longer, maybe she might say something. I decided to wait a few more minutes. To my surprise, she came back, but still no words were exchanged between us. She placed another full bottle of beer on the table in front of me, as if too heavy to hold any longer. It fell on the table with a loud thud, spilling some of its contents over the edge and onto my pants.
Nervous Encounters
With a mouth full of beer, I could barely say, “Thank you.”
She seemed blasé about the whole thing and just walked away without offering a napkin to clean my pants or apologizing. I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat there, contemplating whether to stay for the second beer. The decision was made for me when she came back with a stack of plates in her time-worn hands. She put them on the bar and went off to the back room again. I heard a door slam, as if hitting the wall behind it.
By this point, I was getting really nervous, so much so that my hands trembled, making it hard to hold my beer bottle. Before long, I had drunk the second beer dry, but no one came out to clear the dishes or bill me for the second beer. It seemed like an eternity had passed, and finally, she came out again; glasses hanging down her face with a blank look. She reached for another beer for me. Like a scene from Groundhog Day, the same scene played out, but this time she didn’t seem as annoyed about spilling it on me, probably because my pants were already damp from the last one.
The Unexpected Visitor
Then I saw her—she was beautiful—walking in through the front door! All else forgotten, I finally managed to get a hold of myself. She looked like a normal person who just happened to be in this place. Her face seemed kind, but I knew what she was. This was Geylang, of course. That’s when the bar lights came on, and it wasn’t the neon behind the bar anymore; it was hard white light from the neon magnetic strip lighting overhead. With those thoughts in mind, her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped into an unfathomable “oh.”
It took me a moment to realize it too, then I looked down at myself and saw my pants were soaked from the beers that had spilled earlier. The truth was, I had gotten so drunk I wondered if the three beers were laced with something. I didn’t know why I was here anymore. The only thing I knew was this girl, who looked no older than 17, was amazingly hot. That’s when it hit me, and my face flushed red—she had noticed. I got up embarrassed, looking down at my soaking trousers. She lowered her head, looking away, then back at me before speaking in a voice like velvet.
“You don’t have to leave. Let me get you a dry pair of pants so you can stay until the bar closes.” “Ok,” I replied.
An Unexpected Offer
But then my thoughts returned to what had just happened; the look on her face when she spoke those words. I realized she wasn’t just a regular waitress; she was one of the Malaysia girls in Singapore I had heard about. I had been dreaming of meeting one, and now here I was, drunk, with wet pants, and her feeling sorry for me. This was not how it was supposed to happen. When she came back, I could feel my excitement rising, my embarrassment turning into desire. Then, to my surprise, she held not a pair of pants, but a pair of her own G-string panties—pink with little orange flowers.
“I’ve got nothing else to give you,” she said with sarcasm, a pout on her lips, and disappointment in her eyes. “And now I have no panties on.”
“Oh no! They’re okay—don’t worry about it. I’ll keep my pants on. Thank you,” I said, handing her the panties back.
She took them with a smile. A moment later, she returned with another beer and some folded paper towels from the bar’s counter.
She handed me a couple. “Clean yourself up. Make yourself look respectable if you’re going to be with me.”
There wasn’t much to clean aside from the beer on my pants. I walked to the public toilet and found a hand dryer. Though feeling like a contortionist, after a few minutes, I managed to dry my pants to a respectable condition.
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