Show Girls: the Pings and the Pongs

The ping pong balls started popping out. Into water filled glasses.

Anyone wants a drink?

Luminous flower garlands and paper clips are pulled out by the multi-yards.


A living canary bird pulled out. Brings a whole new meaning of pussy letting the Tweetie bird go...

Turtles. Since when did humans give birth to turtles?

Whisle and horn blowing. Amusing.

Writing a celebratory note on white paper with a marker. (Neat hand writing too. Shame on many of us using our usual hands!)

Best of all, the weapon of choice, shooting balloons with needle-darts.

It's all about aim , precision and just being inexplicably amazing and capable.

These show girls are good. Unashamed. Professional. Interactive, commited and showmanship.

Although it kinda kills the excitement and anticipation to view the world famous shows when the hustlers go about promoting them like supermarket products.

Shouldn't a show of this nature be trully special and exclusive?

Q ... Makes you finally realise that 'being cheap/slutty' is more the attitude than what one does.

Of course it aint' all about projectiles.^^ There's still the a-go-go shows (pole dancing, really) and lesbian shows (need no intro here) too.

FU*k It and Loving it.

During the day, it's all about the sun ,sea and sand.

At night, it's all about the shopping, sleaze and the sex.
Here I am, typing from a computer in the lobby of my first hotel I've ever stayed in Phuket, Thailand, Coast Star Resort.

It's more , as my No-L puts it (or rather, bitch, about), a whore house. The type of budget hotel that you'd expect dirty and sexual things happening within its dingy bare-essentials-only rooms.

Anyway, I'm spending almost all waking moment doing my diving course (Yay! I'm getting fully certified this very afternoon, after 3 long exhausting day of relentless training and I've an excellent coach too, Meardach the Merman; I call him. A good looking Irish fella) and shopping and sight-seeing (you won't believe what I' ve been polluting my mind scape with...) , a room is just a place to put the bags down, take a shower and sleep (of which I've been surviving on nothing more that 4-5 hours max for the last 5 days .)

Well, I have to say, that Thailand, or at least Phuket, has impressed me lots. Unparalled hostpitality, amazingly good food, drop dead cheap goods and services ( ahem... you know....) and the generally relaxed way of life (may be because its a resort?) .

Will I be back?

Q .... Hell Yeah.

PS: I've joked about this place's name ^^.

How do you pronounce the 'ph'? ( Phone, Photosynthesis etc ; a 'f' sound. Then how do you pronounce 'uk'( duck, luck etc) ? How do you pronounce the 'et' sound? ( Let , get .etc)


Then, figure 'Phuket'.

'Fuck It ' .

LMAO.. Wat Da Phuk...... 'Ping Pong Show, Lesbian Show, A Gogo Show...'