CHC Sun Ho's Obsession with American Dream

If you dunno who is Sun Ho, she is the wife of City Harvest Church (CHC) Pastor Kong Hee. Both of them founded the CHC and she has big dreams. Her dream is not to devote her life to the church. Her dream was to be a superstar like Madonna, Janet Jackson, Beyonce or Lady Gaga. Unfortunately for her, she ended up like pretty messed up and now she is in a hot soup. Commercial Affairs Department investigates into CHC alleged misdeed and misuse of funds. I’m talking about millions of dollars here contributed by the CHC followers for her Crossover Project.

In Asia, there are many people like Sun Ho. She has identity issues, she fucks around with other men, she make use of people's weaknesses to benefit herself. 

Both Kong Hee and Sun Ho went through cosmetic surgeries. But i'm not interested in Kong Hee because he is a con-man drama mama preacher. Let's look at Sun Ho before and after transformation. And oh not forgetting her ultra famous China wine music video. 

People actually have the audacity to call SUN aka Geisha as Singapore's top international superstar, a multi-platinum Asian singer and a Billboard-charting dance star. Go click on the music video below to see for yourselves if she deserves to be called a multi-platinum Asian singer and dance star.

What do you think of it? She looks fuckable now? Do you think she looks like pastor's wife? And to think that she use people's money so she can look like some a star in US. She wants to look like ang moh with huge tits and sharper features. I wonder if she get to fuck the black dudes.

Firstly, Sun Ho is ugly. Admit it people, before her plastic surgery, she has a forgettable face. If you were to walk pass her on the street, you would not take a second look at her. She is plain and boring looking. Flat chested, pale and unattractive. Yucks. She would look ugly in anything expensive.

Secondly, she is Pastor's wife. That is one bloody huge responsibility. You need to take care of your image in public. You need to conduct yourself in a proper manner. As long as you are pastor's wife, you kinda feel pressured to look decent and wear decent attire. That's why in Singapore, she always looked trashy. Did you see the pictures taken outside the court? Her uncombed hair and mismatch attire. She looked like she just got gangbang by a bunch horny Malaysian bandits. 

Third, she can sing but she is still stuck with the church label. No matter where she goes, she will be remembered as the Pastor's wife, CHC founder, church singer. Ok lah not bad her voice is not the best. What can you expect from a Singaporean chinky? Only MALAYS CAN SING lah because they kept winning national singing competitions. Chinks cannot sing except for a few lucky ones. Even if you can sing, your voice will be like Sun Ho. Neither here nor there. 

But deep inside she has an ulterior motive. Her ambition is not to work for the church and forever seen as a church founder. She realised she is not pious. She realised she doesn't want to lead a mundane boring church life. She knows the church followers would die for her and her husband and the church. She knows stupid CHC followers have weaknesses and she played on their weaknesses. She is cunning. 

Sun Ho wants to be famous. She wants to live the American dream. Just like the Pinoys and lowly educated SPGs, Sun Ho and these stupid women felt that  ONLY America can liberate them.  Give them a sense of new identity, newfound life. A new beginning.

With the finances ready full steam, Sun Ho knows she is ugly like fuck. She knew she had to go through an extreme makeover to break into the US market. But no problem, plastic surgery can transform her neneh from xs to xl; make her nose as thin as pencil; freeze up her face so she has no laugh lines; make her face from human to a horse. Cosmetic surgeries can give her a new identity and a promise of a brand new life. She can alter her appearance to look nothing original. That is like erasing her previous identity. Next she changed her dressing to suit her new body and face. She looked like a goth grandma who tries too hard to be sexy and exotic. Sun Ho, Kong Hee and the church gang team up to make her dream come true – Singapore Chinky woman who thinks she dances like Beyonce but wants to look like Lady Gaga  – hopes to top the US music charts. Kong Hee is absolutely fine if she rubs her body against those white or black men. The church is not important anymore. Sun Ho’s American dream is more important.

When vanity motivates a person to undergo surgery, he or she has become his or her own idol. Somehow I thought the Bible warns believers not to be vain or conceited and emphasize on the need to use money that God has entrusted to people wisely.

And of course not forgetting Sun Ho has a sweet young toy boy bodyguard Mark Kwan to take care of her all this time when Kong Hee is not around. Her fuckbuddy cum dancer cum bodyguard cum chaperon cum to cum in her. Oh this Mark I’m sure he rocks her world and her bed. Anyway who doesn't want to fuck a rich goth wannabe grandma? Close the face, fuck the base.

The saddest part of all these saga is the stupid followers. CHC followers are the biggest fools because they funded them - SUN HO and KONG HEE. CHC followers only have themselves to blame and if they still believe in God, they would have to share the burden of sin. What a spectacular show.

It is far better to work on beautifying the person underneath.

I'd rather be seen as honest than a liar. 

TGIF,
G.S

Fuck for Benefit

Hello beautiful readers. I'm on off day today. So here I am sipping my coffee and I was inspired to write about a topic that I love most - sex. This was because all my girlfriends and gay friends are talking about the most scandalous topic that hit our country - the NUS Professor Tey Tsun Hang and his little pony Darinne Ko. Then there is another involving the RI teacher and her student. It got me thinking, what the fuck is happening to our good schools in Singapore?

Then again, I have heard so many stories involving students and lecturers usually in polytechnics and universities. I even know a few students who eventually married their lecturers because they found love in each other. Just like Rihanna found love in Chris Brown. Just like Jessica Biel found love in Justin Timberlake. Lecturer and students are ordinary people. Like seriously, teacher/lecturer-student sex is a common thing that happened in tertiary institutions, but after reading the article I recalled a similar event that happened to me many many years ago. 

Sometimes, the sex happens because you really like the other person and consequently both parties reap some benefits from the whole affair. Sometimes, you desperately want something in return so you come up with a brilliant plan to ensure that your journey in school with be a smooth sailing one such as sexual and resource benefits. 

Back when I was in school,  there was this teacher who was popular among the sweet young girls. You know, we girls like someone who is funny, friendly and witty. As I was a pretty girl in school, not surprisingly the teacher paid extra attention to me. He claimed that I was rebellious (yes I was a wild one) and refused to do any of his homework. Slept in his class, doodle penis, boobies and vaginas since they are my favourite images LOL. Just like Darinne, I was lucky that have been blessed with a good quality AAA-cell brain all thanks to my mom's religious routine in shoving gingko biloba nuts and black currants into my mouth everyday. But I must admit Darinne is not clever enough because she went around and tell her backstabber friends about her dirty little secret. For me, I kept my mouth shut. 

Let's just call the teacher WL. 

How it started was simple. WL asked if I got MSN account so we could do group chat with the rest of the classmates. Then we started by chatting in private and shared jokes and silly experiences with our exs. Then it naturally got into the topic of sex and BINGO! Once WL knew I'm open to share my sex positions, the size of my pink nipples and how my extraterrestrial skill in licking men dry, he cleverly dropped hints on sexcapade interest. 

The rest is history, we fuck like normal people fuck. We sneakily went to hotels just like horny bunnies. We used candies for safety reasons. We even rented costumes to spice up our sex. Once, I rented a sexy nurse uniform but no undies or bra underneath. I even shaved my pubic hair in the shape of heart (not easy!) so that I could surprise him. Silly and sweet right?!  If I'm not wrong, I ever forced him to wear an apron that we bought from Mustaffa Centre! It was almost usually fun-filled fuck feasts.

Meet for breakfast, checked-in, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Lunch time, took a short break with a light lunch and continued our fuck fest till dinner time.
After a heavy dinner, we took about an hour to digest and continued our fuck galore till midnight. Sleep, then next day, first thing after brushing my teeth, I would 'DICK' in when he had the morning wood. Awesome, I love when men have morning glory. Easy, fast-fuck to end the wonderful sexcapade before check out. Love!

I blew his whistle, he polished and waxed me. He screwed me, I unscrewed him. Finish. I didn't have to say or tell him what grades I wanted in school. It was almost automated. Somewhat like an obligation for his part to take care of me. To avoid suspicion, he ensured that I would pass above average but not to the extent of topping my class. He would notify me if I would be receiving any warning letters or getting in discipline problems. In short, he watched my back. We fuck till I graduated and never keep in touch again ever since. Not because I didn't like him. It was because I found out from one of his friends that he is married with 2 kiddos.  I couldn't forgive myself for sleeping with a married man. So I went MIA. There were no gifts exchanged or any Mont Blanc pen. I did not pay for his credit card bills. The whole affair was memorable, fun and pleasurable. No animal was harm in the process of our steamy love making sessions. 

Years later I heard rumours that he had tried similar stunts with other female students and next thing I know he left the institution. Now, he is doing well in another renowned institution in Singapore. 

Well, some people get away with shitty stuff while others don't. For Darinne, too bad you told the wrong person and that person is either plain jealous or an extremely righteous person who cannot stand the idea of injustice. 

One thing we know, this is an epic case and definitely going to leave a major imprint in Singapore. Let this be a lesson for those who are having a relationship with their students or teachers now. Either you stop the shit now or you continue with tact. I know it's hard to resist when the sex is good and you have a sweet young thing shagging you all day. But think twice about the repercussions on yourself. 

xoxo

How on earth I became an SPG

It started when I was a young girl. I had fantasized about marrying a prince charming who is tall, white and handsome. Just like the ones in Cinderella and Snow White fairy tales. I dreamt that I would grow up to be a beautiful woman (still beautiful) and I will give my first kiss to a handsome white male.

Then came history class where we learn about British occupation in Singapore. I went to the library and saw several books with pictures of white male with frisky moustaches. Not really my fancy but the desire still unabated. I was determined to kiss a white boy.

When I was in secondary school, I was into UK boy band craze. Boyzone, Take That, East17, PJ Duncan. You name it, Top of the Pops was my favourite magazine and I would starve during recess just to buy these magazines from the newstands. I even traveled to UK with my family just to watch their concerts. I was in love with these white guys. But my preference has always been honey-blonde or brunette.

Back then my secondary school was near an international school located in central part of Singapore.  Since we girls never really had proper contact with boys, we would watch these ang moh boys loiter around the area. As I was the prettiest among the six group of friends, naturally I got more attention from these boys.

One day I met Phil. He was a brunnete with green eyes just as I like it. I gave my first kiss to him. He taught me how to masturbate and also how to give him a hand job. At 14 I watched my first ang moh porn with Phil. Those were my first lessons. It got me more curious to explore the human reproductive system. Amazing how the penis can grow, somewhat magical. Before we could get on to the real works, his parents had to leave Singapore abruptly. The puppy love lasted for 3 months only.

Fast forward, I lost my virginity when I was 16 just after O levels. I gave it to a local guy name William Lim Ming Hui. He was tall, tan, sporty and was a school sprinter, but not good-looking. He has a typical Singaporean chinky man look. Luckily he has nice set of pearlies. He was 2 years  older and studied at NAFA, so kinda arty-farty type of fella. One day he asked if I had tried blowjob, I said no. He reached out a sourvenir baseball bat and started some stroking action. I told him it was unimaginable and weird because a penis cannot be that big. Haha I wasn’t that silly. So he went to the fridge, ransacked the vegetable compartment and took out two Japanese cucumbers. He instructed me to hold one of it while he held the other.  I clasped it tightly but he told me to stroke it gently. It was kinda weird moment for us but his effort was there.  I gave him A for effort. So I told him nope, I cannot imagine blowing a cucumber. Getting frustrated, he shoved the cucumber in his mouth and demonstrated to me how the motion and momentum should be like. I laughed. It was an unforgetable sight. Well we were still young and naive then, so we did silly things. I guess 2 years older doesnt make a person more mature than a 14 year old. Then, I finally confessed that I have watched porn when I was 14. He got angry and threw the victimised cucumber out of his window. Hilarious.

At that point I asked myself, what the hell just happened. I was thinking, wouldn't it easier for him to show me a porn with a BJ scene or just unleash the snake from his bermudas. Anti-climax, my fault. So to coax him, I slowly began to unbutton my floral blouse and revealed my cotton bra from Beedees. I still remember it was not underwired with faint pink small flower prints. As I was quite well-endowed, as usual he was always turned on to see my teeties. Prior to this we had petted several times at his place. I was always wet so I foresaw there will be no penetration issue on the day I will have sex for the first time.

Seeing this sight, he was no longer angry. He gave me a smirked and a playful laugh. His breathing got heavy and he couldn’t control himself. Knowing that I was prepared for this, I grabbed his penis and released it from the constipated environment. He gave a long moan. He suddenly grabbed me and threw me on his single bed.

As his room was on the second floor and tucked away in a corner, no one could hear us. Besides, no one was around except for his pug. We had the privacy we wanted.

I was ready for this day. I had psyched myself that I will give up my virginity to beloved, chinky prince charming William Lim Ming Hui whom I loved the most in this world. More than my brand new United Colours of Benetton bag and shoes.

Fast Forward. The sex was a failure and boring. It was not like what I had imagined. It wasn’t like in the porn. It sucked! His penis was okay, much smaller than Phil’s but I suppose it was an Asian size dick. No complains yet because I haven’t experimented other penises for comparison.

He was a 36:12 minute man.  I had timed him with my pink Baby G watch because I read in the Her World magazine that an average man should last AT LEAST  5 minutes for first time fuck. We were both virgins,  I had stained his bedsheet and he had sprayed his cum on my newly rebonded hair and my new UCB bag which was at the edge of the bed. Bad aim and ticked me off.  He came so much and it smelled bad. Lucky me I didn’t give him a BJ. If not I would regret it my whole life. Eversince then I gave him a nickname Stinky Tofu.

Fast forward, we had sex several more times, it got a bit better and timing improved. By the time we had our last fuck, his best time was 10 minutes plus.  Yawns. We kinda drifted after the first fuck, it was a nightmare for me. Everytime we fuck it was like a torture. By the 3^rd session I was loathing every second of it. We grew apart sex was less regular after I got into JC. We broke up on his 19^th birthday.

I was still traumatised by the stinky smell. Dunno what he had eaten all his life. All I know his favourite food was chicken rice or char siew rice. He ate those everyday. Apparently he had himself checked after I insisted, and the doctor told him there was nothing wrong. He has just bad genes I suppose. Oh well. I pity his future girlfriend though. Hope he had his problem fixed. Hope he still alive to enjoy good sex with the one he loves.

Fast forward, my subsequent encounters mostly have been with ang mohs and several good relationships with local men. The percentage would be roughly about 70:30. See.. not too bad right, I havent boycott our local men yet. Just lost faith that’s all. Maybe one day I will rediscover it with someone. Who knows.

Till our next sharing..TGIF.

Love, GS.