How to Live Life

Okay. My parents don’t like it. Well, it’s really more like this, My mom doesn’t care, but my dad doesn’t like it so she doesn’t like it. I hate the papers for writing about me so badly. For trying to find a scandal and dragging the mention of my parents into it. For making me nothing more then a ‘Naked Blogger’. Frankly, I don’t give a shit, but my parents do, and that kinda makes me need to give a shit. This was THE National Newspaper, and there is absolutely NO excuse that it should have produced such a clearly biased article. (Why didn't they quote Gabriel Seah in full? That should be revelation enough!)

My parents brought me up well, whatever the hell you think. They are contemporary, liberal and have certainly raised me up smart. I cannot see the point in this thing my mother continuously refers to as a ‘value system’ however. I do have a value system, and that is this, I will try to go through life hurting as few people as I possibly can while making a lot of money and having a lot of sex. (If you think hard about it, that’s really basically the recipe you need for a good life. A lot of money and a lot of sex. Jesus Christ had a pretty good life, and if he were all that remarkable, he would hardly have been poor. Talent and determination will always be rewarded with those two things.)

Actually, in my opinion, the reason for a good life is the freedom to do what you want to do. It is a very dangerous philosophy, but I generally like to believe that people would rather not hurt other people, if they knew they had a better choice. But really, freedom and independence are the most important things in life. I have met people that are dirt poor, with no family, who haven’t accomplished anything that can be measured by any existing social markers, traveling around with nothing more then a didgeridoo and are perfectly happy.

Anyway, my parents don’t want any recognizable nude pictures of myself in this ultra public place, so I have removed that photograph that caused the unnecessary stir. Whatever. If I stop getting publicity, no big friggin deal. I love the attention, but it’s come to the point where I am just god-damned irritated at being a caricature that’s nothing more than an extension of my breasts on the press.

What I cannot understand about my parents, and the rest of the world is this. Why is it that everyone is always trying to fucking fix everyone else? My value systems are different from theirs, but it is no less wrong or immoral. It’s just different. I don’t think twice of people who choose to lead conservative lifestyles, I don’t particularly think they are denying themselves anything, and that their value-systems are stupid. It’s just the way they are. If they find happiness in being conservative, that’s fine by me. I find excitement (and in most cases I love living frenetically) by living the way I do. By falling in love every other Tuesday, and thinking of ways to get where I want to go, by traveling, the list goes on.

Conservative people do not criticize people that are less conservative then them. It is the people that are trying to force themselves into a value system which doesn’t come naturally to them that criticize the ones that don’t punish themselves likewise.

Why is it more socially acceptable to say, ‘I think she’s living too recklessly’ over, ‘I think she’s living a life of absolute boredom’. Either way, both lifestyles are undesirable in the eyes of the other, yet all of society finds it easier to accept criticism of a an uncontrolled life as opposed to criticism of a boring one.

I am tired, frazzled, highly irritated, and very glad I will be leaving for NZ tomorrow. Hopefully when I’m back, things would have calmed down somewhat, and everyone that matters anything to me at all would have thought through things and attempted to understand what I am, instead of always looking at me as if I were living wrongly.

And I STILL don’t get the deal over the fuss with my naked body. Everyone has seen breasts before, everyone has seen porn online. If I had been wearing even a tear-drop bikini in that photo, it would have been allright. You know why? Because people in Singapore are weird. It’s all about the law and what in it that constitutes are being ‘covered up’ and what doesn’t.

For GOD’S SAKE, how can my naked butt possibly insult anyone? The only people I think it insults are the people that hate me because their opinion apparently doesn’t matter squat to me.

I am going to bed.

By the way, thank you for all the encouraging emails.

xoxox