GROs and Prostitutes...

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I am not sure but today I felt pretty awkward as my fellow acquaintances in dropping by at Labuan and surely I am not the person who have been looking forward to party all night or what so ever indulgement. Got a call and gets up after a lazy day reading the welding standard for tomorrow inspection as I need to touch up some issues regarding Submerge Arc Welding. Uhh, pretty stressing to read when you are preparing for next week meeting. Screw it! I am happy I finished up my wacky gold theme park design but I did not manage to render it.

Meeting was scheduled for Tuesday. I was darn happy and I thought it is possible for me to go back for a weekend rest. Imagine being at Labuan for more than a month is pretty shitty. Nothing much here, except for beer tasting and a chicken rice shop opposite my office. Also not to forget the cheap Mamak stall I finally found near my house. Then I got a bad news and it took me a lot of time to reconcile my planned journey with my love one. I love her but then, what can I do. The previous month meeting was scheduled to this month and bad enough my Boss rescheduled her trip from Tuesday to Monday together with the Quantity Surveyor.

I managed to convince her but I cannot lie to myself on how much I really wanted to go back home to breath the air at my balcony situated at the foot a hill especially on the lazy Saturday. Not to say the shopping spree which I missed the most.

I slow down my pace as I have ample time to do other paperwork over the weekend and one particular attraction that really kept me at Labuan. Football match between Man Utd and Arsenal. I did pay my Astro bill, however the RM180 charge for connecting the astro decoder to the dish is yet to be paid to the installer. It is a rip off. I did tweaked with the cable but it is worthless. I assume they have another hidden switches around since my neighbour have yet to move in and install their Astro. I can watch it through the net with some Spanish duded as commentators. Damn it!

Then after a while slowing down and reading the articles, my acquaintance gave me a call. I promise to have dinner with him and a few others. I turn up at the restaurant and have a nice Chinese dinner. Food was not that great as at back home, Kuching. At least this was a completely different meal compare to the shit I have wreck for weeks.

Spoken and advising some the older friends legally and technically about some of their issues. An Oil & Gas consultant, another businessman and my acquaintances . Yeah, basically I am the main attraction since I like to talk and filled with ideas and stories. Alpha male? Nah! They indeed keen of my ideas and basically storming ideas with me. My advice seems to be precious to them. They almost got trap and submit themselves to a scandalous issue of installation at Oil rigs. It is mater of time they get sued.

After a pleasant dinner, we walk the consultant to the taxi stand as he nearly miss boarding his flight. We proceed to the nearest restaurant. To my great surprise, they actually plan to have beer at the pub instead of the coffee shop. Damn! I wish it was a coffee shop as I trust my gut in closing a few deals when I chat with any businessman. My thought was gone. Hope faded away. There we are, entering the pub. OK now, this is not they way I feel like to spend the whole night.

A pub is not a place for me as I cannot close deal with the sound of loud music. If I am in a bistro, I still could do some talking with the ambiance of Blues and Jazz. I told my acquaintance to sit at a table a little bit distance from the loud speaker. I am not under the influence of ecstasy pills so loud music do me more harm than good. I ordered for any draft beer or a Budweiser. As what I have predicted, they did not have any draft beer and Budweiser. I requested for an alternate choice, the Heineken. Cool, four small bottles and we are ready to go. I have a slow drink as I start to chat. I pointed some area which I really want to make clear for tomorrow inspection. I trust he would do as what I have pointed out and I leave the rest to be done accordingly at my site. My site, my territory and my law. No one encroach or else you get memo from me. It is equally a good roundhouse kick into your jaw several fashions as you are tied to a Rambutan tree infested with red ants.

The contractor's Boss is a cum-wet-bitch. He ignored my oral request as what stipulated in the contract document and being a sissy for talking through shit holes. He fired blanks and this time I slapped him with a thirty five pages worth of memo. This includes a copy of penalty which I extract out from the Local Authorities Act which actually resulted him doing time at jail and a Rm50k fine. Not to say the termination of his contract he hardly understood. I hate losers. I hate posers. I hate retards and I do hate lamer.

He backed up for a while and now is trying to buy some more time before eventually get me what I actually wanted, a safety jacket. I do not like to work with pussies. It is irritating and it is tiring. It is stupid and it is a waste of time. You should never try to put me into a scenario of being agitated. That would be the last thing you can opt for when you are confronting a man with vast knowledge and legal know hows.

As I gulp my beer and almost engage into a fruitful conversation, GROs start to sit around. I actually reject it as I do not condone such activities. As a respect, I wish to finish my beer and walk off with good yet sarcastic excuses. It did not materialized. The girl sat beside me and I was looking up at the TV screen. I am not acting as if I am God. I just do not have the mood for all this as I really love my darling. All I want is to make more money and a yearly vacation trip to paradise. As I nearly empty my bottle, he ordered Chivas Regal. Duh! I have to go through the ordeal of a Chivas. He promised a Famous Groose the next round as this is quite spontaneous. I smile and told him I will be fine with Chivas. I start to sip neat whiskey. As I start to talk to them, they are already occupied by their girls. So I am left with a girl beside me. I am trying to buy my way out. No way Jose. I am stuck!

So, just go through it. Just being nice, say hello to her and just have a drink. I look at her. She is pretty and thank God she speaks good English. At least someone who can converse rather than a wall dressed up with laces. I was looking at her and I told her that I have a good friend at KK and he is from the Philippine as well. I got to know she is a Tagalog from Manila. As we chat and I asked general issues about Philippine such as the geography and race, she end up explaining the difference between Visayas and the Bisaya. Okay I did get it wrong when I think that Visayas only inhibit at Luzon. Hahhaa. I am being sincere in telling you my silly bumps and stupidity as well.

We conversed more about the Philippine and nothing really shows up except that I am repeating some of the older stories I heard from my friend and she reaffirming it. That is the best way to kill my time although it is a lame thing to do. What do you expect me to do? Fondle her and say love is all around and I see stars? No!

Suddenly, she told me that, somehow she can actually speaks Japanese. Wow, instead of ditching her as an unholy object of lust or so; I found myself amazed. I was trying to learn Japanese since I am eleven and I hardly read Chinese. There in front of me, a Tagalog who can actually converse in Japanese. This time, I pull myself and face her instead of glancing at her and talk. I know that is rude but I just do not want any unforeseen things to happen since we men are susceptible to sexual offers and pornycation. It is easier to turn down rather than to feel guilty after hours of reflection. I think she is different and I thought to myself, why not try to have a warmer conversation. After all, If Jesus did save a prostitute from being stoned to death; who am I to be rude and crude to a girl even though she had a very nasty job.

We continue to chat and we get more fond of each other and to my laughter we are gossiping like girls. Wow, I never thought I would do that. Actually, she is also a Catholic and that makes me feel that something is not right. I continued to talk to her as she exposed more of her stories. She told me about his Portuguese boyfriend at KL. I felt like I am talking to a lost friend except for the pushy mama-san, the grandmother of whore pimp. A tomboy who wear and dance like a man who keep of pushing me to gulp my whiskey. I hate people interfering with my whiskey as I enjoy to sip my whiskey and the after taste. I see people who do that to me as rude. Fuck you 50 years old retirement-golden-age pimp. You should enjoy cheaper passage offered by MAS and travel the world. Goddamn it!!

We continue to chat; unsure but I did end up with giving her quality advice which I deem as something for those who worthy and deserving enough to me. I do not give that quality of advice to my contractor's engineer as his boss is a big fucking acne between my balls. I actually persuade her to be a tourist guide at Kota Kinabalu. If you are living in KK, you know how many Japs and Korean are around. People with her ability are priceless in the tourism field. I told her to finish her contract which lasted another ten more months and move on with better prospect.

Ten months is actually a long, tormenting and aching period of time if you work in this nasty field. Considering it as the oldest profession in the world. I do not think her boyfriend could actually buy out her contract with the price tag of RM16k. I was shocked and actually partly angry. I mean a Chinese man can actually live by abusing girls into prostitution. I would die in starvation during a human rights rally rather hurting people. I hardly abuse animal except for block-headed flies who fly around my cabin. Sometime the sweaty contractors come into my cabin with extra ordinary guess, the flies.

She actually could make it into tourism either in the hotel industry or being a tourist guide. She told me she understand basic and even write. Viola! She actually worth more than that chicken barn. She lamented she did the wrong decision and did not look up of her qualities. I smile and console her. After an eye-opening chat, we move to another topic.

She refused to tell me why she is very angry with her parents although she send almost RM2k a month to them. I told her we should not be living with grudge toward our parent. She confessed she is angry and will not return home. She have being very angry for the past two months. two months? I asked her why? Perhaps I can say something soothing and perhaps mend back they daughter-parents relationship.

She told me she was married. I am not surprised as I can see that from her body. The body of a married woman. Is not that she have yo-yo fats around her nor stretch marks, it is because of.. I am not sure but but instinct told me so. She is angry with her parent since signing the contract as a GRO at the pub and with all the tremendous amount of monies sent back home, her parent actually gave her son away to her ex-husband. I mean ex-boyfriend since they are not married. The parent did not like their relationship and if I am not wrong, her son is born out of wedlock.

As you all know and gone through, early adulthood is pretty challenging and people tends to do silly things. However, since her parent are strict Catholics and have a high hope on her; it is to their dismay to discover that she was pregnant. Philippine's education system is not a cheap education system. You have to pay for your offspring's education at a really high price therefore makes disappointed parents goes hay wired.

As she travel to Malaysia or got cheated in to our Boleh Land, her parent actually surrendered her son back to his boyfriend without her knowledge and her consent. Oh my God Lord. Another standard story of shitpileheads reappear.

I hate when peoples tend to punish the newly born due to their parent's mistake. I mean that is no sense. What grave mistake do that newborn did? That make us the so-called pious one actually a hypocrite. I felt for her misery and her angsts. I told her that I understand how she feel and do agrees that what her parent does was totally wrong constitutionally and morally. I pat her back and tell her not to worry rather than to fuel her up. There is no point to do so. I just wish that she could trace back and be reunited with her beloved son. I told her the story of my dog as well. Story of my dog Sumo would never be amiss when I relate a topic of compassionate love.

As we continued, we are briefly thwart by the mama-san. Last time it was about my drink and this time is about taking that girl home. I told the mama-san off. I said, "With all of my respect, I treat her like a friend. I have to call my wife later and will be busy with some reading". I did not even give any room for rain check possibilities. I hate assholes. She thanks me.

I see. When she thanks me, I know that she is probably a victim of a prostitution ring. I do not want to get involve. If she promised herself to refresh her Japanese at the library during the day, why should I be bothered. Sometimes, bad things do happened and it is best to let it be around in equilibrium rather than to get into any possibility of trouble.

As the time drawn near to midnight I told my acquaintance it is time for me to leave. The band is playing their last song for their second time slot. They say they would walk me home. I appreciate it as I do not want to get involve with any drunkard as well.

I hug her and tell her to remember my advice. (That hug is a hug you normally do at church between two different gender congregation or friends. It is a sign of warmness without having a body contact with her). I want her to feel that at least some people do understand her.

As I walk back home, my acquaintance actually reveal that these girls were tricked into this kind of work. They never wanted it but some bitches and dick heads actually making a living of their sins. I nodded and I told him that, that is life. At least there are possibilities of change within her after my advices.

Perhaps we are so often mistaken them as sexual objects or fantasy toys. Now, I realized that it is wrong to label them so as they can be warm just like your best friends. Please do understand that their condition and at most time, they themselves do not want you to pay for their service. They just want to do their time and get the hell out from that barnyard after being lured by some dick heads. Your ignorance of these dick heads modus operandi is the key to these events. If we can write a Bill in our constitution and our corrupt society do go hard against favor-with-conditions sexual service, we will find these beautiful peoples are doing decent jobs at the mall and offices. By the way, not all prostitutes are stupid and not worthy for a warm chat. They can be very bright but they are victims of their own struggle toward a better living as promised at our BOLEH LACUR country.

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May God be with you girls always, shower you with strength against evils and a light to walk you out from earthly hell. May God be merciful upon your grave mistake.

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