The PORNE SUPREMACY

What does the existence of a multi-billion-dollar pornography industry say about you?

Right or Wrong?
I may not be very religious, but I do believe in good and evil and I believe that both of those things are in all people. I believe in honesty , respect and fidelity, fidelity in mind, body and soul. I believe that we all have the free will to resist the things we know aren't moral or fair. We have a choice as to whether or not we hurt people.

I hold that if someone gets sexual gratification out of porn, it is a mental or visual adultery. If I look at someone with lust, I commit adultery in my heart. To me pornography will always be cheating, it is taking the special intimacy away from two people and introducing a third random stranger into the relationship. It is the deceit and dishonesty that it causes that upsets me so much.

What if you catch your husband using porn? (again?!)
If a man still wants to look at various naked females then simply in my opinion, he should not get married. Most women expect (and deserve) exclusivity and that includes sexual exclusivity.

If she gives you the gift of sharing her body yet you find that so meaningless that you're happy to take the same 'gift' from any random woman who was paid to offer it...then in her eyes, what she offers means little to you.

Holly Jean's revenge tip : For women who have husbands who still look at porn.... and insist it is a normal "guy thing". Let's try an experiment.

It's time to get even. Go online and find the most well hung guy of the same race as you and with a body that your husband would be jealous of. POSTER Print this out. BIG! Make a few copies and put them in drawers half open in the house. Let's see how long before he starts calling you a SLUT! The point is if it's good for one it's good for another. If it bothers him then hopefully he's adult enough to see that the porn IS a problem. (This step is merely getting even)

And men, if your wife takes such measures ... take my advice - Get off the porn dude, before those photos become 3D! (I call this Revenge!)

(for more information on getting even and revenge, view my previous post REVENGE IS A DISH BEST SERVED COLD )

Curiosity is very human
At its most basic level, pornography answers natural human curiosity. Adolescent boys want to know what sex is about, and porn certainly demonstrates the mechanics. This phase is transitional, like a rehearsal for the real thing. The problem with pornography begins when, instead of being a temporary stop on the way to full sexual relations, it becomes a full-time place of residence.

Porn vs Real Life
In pornography, unlike in real life, there is no criticism, real or imagined, of male performance. And real sex itself, of course, cannot possibly compare.

Pornography fills voids.

The only thing human beings get nourishment from is reality: real relationships. But Real Relationships are difficult. Intimacy, having a good relationship, loving your wife, loving your children, loving the responsibilities that you have towards them... involves work. In comparison to all that, pornography is a wonderful fantasy in place of reality.


The bottom line
Ok, granted.. you may not agree with everything I have said... you may even think that my perception of porn belongs in the middles ages. But very simply... at the most basic... the bottom line is.....What do you want to say when you get to the end of your life? That you wish you'd spent more time wanking on the Internet?

I hardly think so.

A Walk In The Park

The Jurong Bird park.

Was there when I was a kid, didn't like it much. Went there today(family outing) , still don't like it much.

Maybe I'm just a sad grouchy old woman who complains about everything. But I really don't see what's so great about our tourist attractions. I think they're all over hyped up and marketed to be something they're really not.

There is a strong possibility though that it really is just me... because the Japanese tourists were getting so excited about the macaws. I mean really excited. And I'm standing behind them wondering what all the fuss is about, it's just a parrot for God's sake! The amount of fuss they were making, you'd think it were an alien species or something.

Macaw Flies through a Hoop

Then it also occurs to me, that I'm lucky to be brought up in Singapore. Cos we pretty much have everything here. Big Ferris wheel along Thames, we're going to get one too. Animals from all round the world, you'd find them at our Zoo. Artificial snow's been done. You get what I mean? So maybe I've already been conditioned to be nonchalant about everything supposedly novel. That's probably why I don't gawk at colourful birds like some others do.

Well anyway, for the easier to please... here's some info for you. Knock yourself out.
Opening hours: 9am-6pm
Admission:$16 for adults and $4 to use the monorail.
You get a 20percent discount if you bring your boarding pass from SQ.

A rather large bird in its enclosure. (I'm not good with names, alright.)

An Ostrich!

Common sense would tell you to dress for the outdoors and wear comfy shoes.

I love the concept of having walk in aviaries. The one at the Jurong Bird Park had a lot of lush greenery and the world's largest man made waterfall. But the birds don't fly around you much. I'm guessing too little birds in too big a space. I suppose they have to consider the birds' well being and not overcrowd the place. But I remember going into a similar aviary in Australia (minus the huge waterfall of course) and the birds are just flying around, so close to you, and the parakeets come up to you, land on your outstretched arms... people feed them.. if you're me, you freak out cos you're afraid if they get too close they'd peck your eyes out. The walk in aviary at Jurong bird park was kind of similar to just walking through the Botanical Gardens in Singapore. The latter is free by the way...

World's Largest MAN MADE waterfall
An Iguana along the path of the walk in aviary

The birds in the aviary stay high up in the trees.

These fowls were friendly

It was nice to spend the day with the family. Only wished Skye didn't have to work today :(

My Boyfriend's back

I've been looking forward to this day for the past 1 month. When you begin to rely on someone and make him a part of your life... you really feel the void when they're away.



I'm not going to get mushy on this blog... so that's all I'm going to say. :-)



Know what? Skye bought me a Sony T50.. in RED! so pretty!



Yay! NowI can take more pics for my blog!



LOOK AT MY PRETTY CAMSKERA!









Thank you very much Bubba!

Who's up for a big chunk of meat?

The Place- Gotham Penthouse

The Time- Last night

The Boys- Odyssey

When I initially heard about Men of Exotica last year and then Odyssey this year... I thought- WHOOPEE! The world is finally changing (well, my side of the world).

It has always been women (usually cheap and/or not highly educated) who have been strippers and exotic dancers here. Women have always been the objects. Men pay to see them. They own them (or are at least made to feel that way for a small sum).

For once it would be nice to have the tables turned. And what better way than with 5 hot South African men. An all male revue which sells on sex appeal.

I expected women to be whistling, taunting, cheering, and basically behaving like men. But it wasn't so. Yeah they clapped and cheered. But it all seemed so good natured... none of the "TAKE IT OFF!!!" type of degradation.

Where was I? I was at the bar, like 15 metres away from the stage. I didn't want to go up front and mosh with the rest of the women. Had this been on a Ladies night with only my girlfriends with me.. it might have been a different story. But it was a friday night, I had been awake since 5 plus in the morning and at work all the way till 6pm. And all i had was one beer and one vodka7up.

The boys first came on stage with black hats, black pants, crisp white shirts, pink ties and pink suspenders. Suspenders work well. So do the shiny gold thongs underneath it all. With their shirts off... I don't think anyone had any complaints. Tanned bodies, broad shoulders, biceps and Pecs galore.

Periodically, I found myself a little bored... the routine at times struck me as very mediacorp dancers kinda standard (know what I mean? Those extras dancing over enthusiastically on tv). But overall, it was a decent show. Very fun and energetic. (the bald guy is like the best dancer of the lot). He exposed his black g-string and then his bum to the ladies. Very cheeky. Had it been a flash of anything else, he would be in trouble I guess.

Would I go back there? If I were still 20, yes! Now that I'm 26 and have so many other things in life, then No. I left early, like at midnight, didn't stay for their final show at 1 plus am even though I know it would probably be raunchier.

To me, it's the kind of thing I only need to see once in my life. Don't have a penchant for it. Didn't find it particularly empowering either... maybe it's just in my genetic coding, not to be able to visualise men as meat. As objects.

Damn.

Time & Tide

I was out last night for a quick drink... it was after all, ladies night. I have not been out on a Ladies night for possibly a year and a half now. When I was younger ( read: 18 to 24 years young), the allure of free house pours and shots was enough to lure me out on a school night, every week.

But as I get older, it takes more than that. Sleep is too much of a luxury now.

Anyway... I was out on Wednesday night (yesterday), and walked around Clark Quay... looking for a suitable watering hole. Did not want to go into MOS or Clinic because I realise I only ever start having fun there only after I have drunk quite a lot. And I wasn't prepared to do that.

We came to realise we were only left with Attica (God Forbid!), so instead we thought it might be a good idea to go down to Mohd Sultan. St James was the other option, but Md Sultan was close by.

I was surprised at how it had changed. Only a few years ago, this place was the haunt for me and my girlfriends. We share many happy memories of club hopping (and later in the night stumbling... and then crawling) from one joint to the next, all free for girls on Wed nights. But these joints (I'm remembering Samsara, Mdm Wong, Cheeky Monkeys...) are no longer there. Double O is still there but very dead looking. The whole strip has been replaced by numerous Sushi restaurants, boutiques, manicure and massage parlours.

I settled for Vino Vino ( Where the old Siam Supper Club used to be)... and I ordered a beer ( yes, in a place with a wine list longer than my hair) (I like beer. I'm uncultured like that). Sat outside and just gazed down the street. I pictured the old crowd, people hanging around outside the pubs, crossing the road, parking by the street, people puking in drains... the works. And then it all disappeared, like the fuzzy distant memory it is.

I thought to myself. Life... it waits for no man. Life carries on whether you're there or not. Whether you move with it or just fade into the background. Life carries on.

Under Pressure

'You can measure a man's character by the choices he makes under pressure'
- Winston Churchill