I genuinely cannot understand the mindset of these Gen Z / millennial-fringe YPs (Young Punks) who spend every weekend doing the exact same stupid thing.
They will save up their miserable basic salary, or worse, take GrabPay later/credit card debt, just to go to the exact same club or siamdiu. Then what do they do? Open bottles. Open tower. Buy sash.
They think they are some high-flying high roller, doing it all just to attract the attention of the Thai/Viet hostess or the main PR girl. They genuinely believe that if they spend $1,000 on a basic-ass Martell or Hennessy, the girl will suddenly look at them with true love in her eyes.
The Realistic Timeline of their “VIP” Night:
- The Flex: They post an IG story with the neon lights, the flashing bottle service sparklers, and the caption “Work hard, play harder 💸” or some cringe quote about loyalty.
- The Attention: The hostess comes over, pours their drink, laughs at their terrible jokes, and touches their shoulder for exactly 4.5 seconds. The YP’s ego instantly inflates. He thinks he’s the main character of Clarke Quay.
- The Reality Check: The moment another table opens a more expensive package or buys a bigger flower sash, the girl vanishes faster than my CPF savings.
- The End Result: Closing time hits. The lights come on. The girl leaves in a Mercedes with a real rich businessman (or just goes home to her actual boyfriend). The YP is left standing outside the club, smelling like vape juice and regret, waiting 45 minutes for a $45 Ryde/Grab home.
Money Gone, Girl No Get.
Every single time. It is a 100% failure rate. The “VIP fame” you think you have is entirely superficial. The bouncers don’t respect you; they just know you’re an easy target. The girls don’t like you; they just like your wallet. To them, you are not a boyfriend prospect, you are a KPI metric.
But the worst part? THEY STILL KEEP REPEATING IT.
Next Friday comes, salary credits into their POSB account, and the cycle repeats. “Bro, this week different, she texted me ‘good morning’ with a heart emoji.” Eh hello, wake up your idea lah! She sent that same template text to 50 other clients while having her morning ba mian.
If you want to throw money into a black hole, just go to Marina Bay Sands casino and put it all on black. At least there you have a 48.6% chance of getting your money back. In the disco? Your chance is exactly 0%.
Stop funding their BKK luxury shopping trips while you survive on Cai Fan (1 meat 1 veg, no fish because fish is expensive) for the rest of the month. Wake up please.