Slaves of Desire

Men have always been condemned as slaves to their lascivious natures, portrayed as thinking and acting with their other infamous 'brainless head'.
However, while the two heads don't frequently interact for men, women it seems, have their clits attached to their brains (unfortunately).

For men, more often than not, what happens down there, stays there.
Their skirt-chasing silly antics end once their job down there is done.
And then off they go again, on their merry ways, searching for new and greener pastures.

For women, a night of passion tends to create some dangerous illusions as the intimate physical act blurs the strict boundaries between pure sex and real love.
Confusion ensues and we end up enslaving ourselves un/subconsciously.

At times like these, I wonder who are the worse slaves of their sexual desires- men or women.
While it appears that a male frees himself from the bondage after slaking his wanton thirst, the fairer sex simply gets entangled in a crazy losing game.

Women, Thy Art Food!

It is pretty amazing how men can and do at times 'commodotize' women.
In a particular drinking session, a few male buddies had likened women to food.


DC, a veteran in the playing field, had apparently sampled a wide variety of 'cuisine'- from Fish &
Chips to Wanton Mee, Tandoori Chicken to Nasi Lemak, Sauerkraut to Masala Thosai...
(In particular, we noted his inclination towards European fare.)

As one could guess by now, each dish was indicative of a certain ethnicity.
It had been fun racking our brains for a representative chow.
But that was all the fun there was to it.

On a more sober note (after the alcohol effects wore off), I do not exactly appreciate the analogy.
Food is normally enjoyed and subsequently flushed out of the system via taking a dump.
Somehow I would like to think that I would be there to stay, in their (i.e. men) system, for a long long while...

(P.S. I happen to be on a strict Wanton Mee diet! =p)

Love's Paradox - So Near Yet So Far

Why is it that distance makes the heart grow fonder and yet nearness breeds detachment?

Since when has familiarity stopped being a comforting thing?
Is the excitement of the unknown more important that the reassuring regularity of life daily dozes?

I have long tire of the promise of the exhilarating uncertainties.
I yearn for the soothing conventional ordinariness.
But what about you?... When will you stop and will you ever stop for me?...