It just so happened that everywhere I looked recently, I came across sights that have sexual connotations:
In addition, for the past several days, the media were bombarding me daily about the trial of a university don who was accused of giving false information to the authorities. (For the benefit of those of you who did not follow this case, the don
paid for sex had an affair with a China woman. Of course, the woman was young and pretty. And the don was indecently, filthy rich, successful and much much older. In return for regular sexual favours living in with him, she was paid handsomely by the handsome don. One day, the don found out that the woman was also living in with another man. Not only that, the woman was also married to yet another man. This led the don to think that the woman's marriage was a sham because no husband would let his wife prostitute herself sleep with another man for money. Furious and feeling cheated, the don reported the woman's suspected sham marriage to the authorities. The authorities investigated but found no evidence of wrongdoing. Instead, the authorities found that the accused had wilfully withheld or supplied wrong information to investigators to support his allegation of the woman's sham marriage.) So it looks like another case of commercial transaction gone terribly wrong followed by a revenge that backfired.
Today's New Paper also has two screaming headlines about sex on its coverpage:
1. Most Viet sex workers disappear after stringent checks in Joo Chiat. One says she fears getting caught because... "My S'pore boyfriend doesn't know I'm a prostitute."
2. 'Bra & panties' flasher strikes in Hougang. Teen in women's underwear picks on young girls. One victim flashed 3 times.
Of course, I know that quoting media reports alone does not prove that sex is all around us. My post usually comes with an anecdote. This one is no different.
Last Saturday at 3.50 pm, I was in the vicinity of Geylang Post Office. My wife wanted to buy an electric water jug from one of the shops. While she was negotiating the price (of the water jug) with the shopkeeper, I lingered outside in the five foot way. It was especially hot that afternoon and I am not talking about the weather. Two very attractive young women dressed in short tight skirts sashayed towards me. One was dressed in shocking pink and the other in green. Before they could reach me, the pink lady was accosted by a balding man
who was much older than me. It seemed like the old man much preferred pink colour to green for the green one walked on but kept looking back at the pink lady. After a few minutes of negotiating the price (not of the water jug), the pink lady walked off with the old man:
If you blow up this photo, you may be able to see the tiny image of the green lady looking back in the centre of the photo.
The odd couple was possibly heading towards this hotel where it had a sign outside advertising hourly rates of only $10:
Now who would want a hotel for only an hour and what can you do within an hour? Read a novel, take a bath or a short nap? Nah, unlikely. The two women were obviously ladies of the
I just hope that the old man didn't forget his two C's:
1. His CPF (which is actually meant for his old age, that is right now for him); and
2. His condom (if he didn't wear one then he might not need his CPF because he could die from AIDS).
After I took the photo, another attractive woman smiled at me.