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Curtains For Yangtze Cinema: A Sticky End To Chinatown’S Last Public Wanking Den

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Singapore’s last standing soft-porn cinema is closing next month.

A new MRT line at Outram Park finally means curtains for the haggard old Pearls Centre shopping mall, and with it the famous Yangtze Cinema will call time on almost a quarter of a century giving horny old men a place to spank the monkey in public without getting arrested.

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The owner wants to extend the cinema’s stay for a few months before the bulldozers move in come February. But shopkeepers and restaurant owners in the Pearls Centre say that an exception won’t be made for the faded old uncle’s playground, which will tug off its geriatric hold on 31 August, when all the tenants must leave.

Yangtze Cinema is the last of Singapore’s great old R-rated cinemas, and follows Changi Theatre — which closed in 2000 and is now Bedok Point Shopping Mall — and Republic Theatre, which closed in the mid-80s, re-opened in 1988 before it closed again a few years later, fading into the history books.

The big blue box on Eu Tong Sen Street made a name for itself in the Seventies, showing kung-fu films. But when new cinemas started showing the same stuff — with comfier seats, better popcorn and smarter decor — Yangtze played a different hand. Skin flicks, of the lighthearted Asian variety. Art-house sauce from Hong Kong, Japan and Korea was gently introduced at first, became popular, and then that’s all they showed.

The punters kept coming, and the idea that men could relieve themselves while watching risqué content was quietly tolerated by the powers that be.

“The government did not clamp down because it was not pornography. It was soft porn — with an explicit content advisory provided,” says Tony Chow, a Singaporean filmmaker and producer, who remembers the cinema from when he was a kid and knows the owner. 

“The government knows about it, doesn’t want to talk about it, but knows it must cater for it. Like the red-light district,” he says.

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Then along came the Internet and multiplexes, and Yangtze has quickly come to resemble a museum where its customers are among its exhibits. Meanwhile, concern from parents and religious groups about porn polluting Singaporean minds, and a squeeze on sexual content by regulators, have made Yangtze stick out like an erection in a convent.

“The demise of the Yangtze was inevitable. We don’t seem to be able to acknowledge the older, unseen sides to Singapore. We have to be picture postcard, don’t we?” says Fiona Bartholomeusz, who runs her own ad agency.

It’s not like cinemas where men can watch blueys and indulge in self-worship are a common thing in Asia. But they are clinging on to existence elsewhere, and in unexpected places.


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In Bangkok, grubby old underground movie houses known as 'second-class' cinemas, from the same era as the Yangtze, some even earlier, show soft- and hard-core porn to men who prefer not to sit down to enjoy the performance, but hang around by the toilets for 'extra' services from other men and transgender women.

The story is similar in Manila. Police raids are common on dodgy old cinemas that are not only places for men to chafe the sausage, but are a front for the gay sex trade. A few years ago, the city’s mayor ordered the closure of Dilson Theater on the unfortunately named Recto Avenue and arrested everyone inside it. But even in a place where church and state go hand in hand, Manila’s grotty wank dens limp on. 

Even in Pakistan, where it is illegal to watch porn and religious extremists have attacked Internet cafes, music stores and women’s fashion shops for being too liberal, adult movie theatres remain popular, and cinema owners keep going by paying fat back-handers to the local authorities.

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Can the Yangtze start afresh elsewhere when the Pearls Centre is knocked down? There’s talk of a plan, but finding a place where R21 films can be shown, away from neighbourhood areas, and where the rent isn’t eye-watering (Yangtze’s rent in the Pearls Centre is around $30,000 a month) probably means it’s curtains, finally, for a 26-year-old institution.

“It’s just not commercially viable,” Chow remarks. “Show’s over.”

And that’s sad.

Horny old men will now have to go elsewhere to dance with the one-eyed sailor. Or get introduced to the Internet. 

The existence of the Yangtze until now “just goes to show that people have a need for intimacy, whatever their age, and will find ways to fulfil it,” says Doris Low, a spokeswoman from Tsao Foundation, a charity that helps the elderly in Singapore.

It’s also sad because the Yangtze is a faded relic of a bygone era and it would be a shame not to remember, if only in a sort of Jesus, really, in Singapore? Sort of way. 

And now the building that Yangtze has called home — a glorious monument to sticky-carpeted Seventies seediness — is going to be replaced by yet another bland station-mall with less personality than an airport.

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Going by the number of punters your correspondent saw over eight visits to the Yangtze (purely for research purposes, of course) over the last few weeks, its time had indeed come. It would soon have run out of customers, who are no spring chickens.

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Paying $7 to sit in a room where men are jerking off really is as unappealing as it sounds. And it’s hard to think how the Yangtze’s R-rated fodder, which seems like watching Mary Poppins compared to what’s on the Internet, could be a sustainable business model. 

Here’s the first film I watched.

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This writer has a fairly open mind after 10 years in Asia. But it’s hard to prepare anyone for the Yangtze experience.

The lobby where the ticket desk is feels like the loser’s lounge in a casino. Joyless. No one talks to anyone else. Everyone is alone here. Sat like remote islands drinking coffee in silence.

A long escalator leads up to the cinema. I worry that I’ll see someone I know. Like my boss. What if I see my dad sitting in the back row? Ugh.

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Before entering the cinema, a stream of men come out of the auditorium, sweating and adjusting their belts. Everyone’s carrying something.

I sat about halfway back in the auditorium for the 3pm viewing of Due West: A Sexual Journey, on the end of the row — in case I needed to dash for the exit. I had taken a bag with a notebook in it. God knows why. I didn’t get it out and start scribbling. What if it looked like I was knocking one out?

Men were sat as far as they could get from one another scattered around the room hunched into carefully constructed wanking dens made from bags, overcoats, scarves and what not. No umbrellas though. Maybe word had got out it looks a little too obvious. 

There were wet splodges on the linoleum floor in the aisles. The air reeked of semen and loneliness.  

I found myself clutching my bag to my chest. Like a sort of shield. My body shrunk with physical and mental discomfort into a flip-down seat that looked, felt and smelt like crime. I felt itchy.  

I hoped they turned the lights on. Or the projector didn't work. Or there was a fire alarm. Or they put on Ferris Bueller’s Day Off on by mistake. Anything to stop these men from wanking. I wondered if any of these men had ever wanked over Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Probably.

I can’t believe that anyone would go to a cinema to beat one out. Not turning my head, which had retreated into my neck, I scanned the room. Men definitely old enough not to have heard of the Internet. I wondered how any of them could get an erection. It would surely kill them.

I gave them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe they’d come because they’ve heard the film is critically acclaimed. I can’t remember Due West winning many awards when it came out in 2012, but then I know little about Asian films. I just didn’t know. Maybe.

I became aware of a man sat immediately behind me. I immediately wondered how I would react if he ejaculated on my head. I wonder if that happens a lot in this cinema, and what the code of conduct is. This is Singapore — there must be some rules. I didn’t notice anything on the notice board outside, which just said KEEP CLEAN.

There is a rustling of fabric somewhere at the back. A belt buckle. Some fidgeting. A cough. But mostly the room was gripped with a tense, horrible stillness. The man behind me belches and shifts in his seat. I wait with dread for any sort of wanking noise. Any sort of flapping, panting, grunting or short intake of breath near me and I’m leaving, I decide. A story for Coconuts is not worth being literally wanked on.

I felt something land on my shoulder. Turned out it was a fly. Not jizz.


The only thing that stopped me from making for the exit is the film. Which is funny. A Hong Kong kid get his rocks off in Shenzhen. Mild titillation in parts — ooo, a teenage girl puts a banana between her boobs — but definitely not porn. The raunchiest bit was when a vibrator was inserted into the leading man's ass by a Shenzhen masseuse. The look on the man’s face was worth the entrance fee. 

I felt the opposite of arousal throughout the film, which ran for one hour and 46 long minutes. Apart from momentarily perhaps, when the masseuse, who had a magnificent pair of breasts, administered a boob massage. But a grunt from the rear of the room reminded me of what I was. Back to being basically scared. 

I watched another film the next day. A Korean movie about a suicidal teen who is saved by sex. But again, not porn. Harder core stuff is given out free with newspapers where I’m from. This was just about the only NSFW bit in the film:

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Curtains for showgirls too

Almost as tragic as the demise of the cinema is the end of the KTV bar and showgirl carry-on downstairs, where men for whom a peek at a nipple doesn’t do the job can get the real thing. Sort of.

But first, they must descend the escalator of shame. Hur hur, yes the escalator shaft does look like a penis.

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From 7pm, just before the final film of the day is screened, the Yangtze KTV below spreads its legs to a trickle of party-papas in loud shirts and shiny suit trousers.

It used to be a cinema too, but that made way for a stage for girls in tight long dresses who look 15 years younger from a distance and a long bar that seems barely noticeable in a space big enough to hide an Airbus A380. 

The room is vast. The ceiling is four storeys high. And it feels bigger because it’s basically empty. 

Three of the showgirls are sat at the end of a long New York-styled bar, giggling. Probably at some pictures their customers had sent them.

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A few men at the bar are unimpressed by the show about to start behind them. Turns out one of them is the manager. I am one of the only customers here.

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The show kicks off with a few individual performances. I make my way from the bar to an empty red lounger with a jug of beer. 

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The music is the sort of soft rock that would be popular in Germany. But she pulls it off.

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After a few more solos, all the ladies gather on stage, not looking too happy about it. Traditional Chinese music plays, and they wave their hands around slightly. But are otherwise motionless.

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A whistle blows. One of the beer wallers bounds on stage and attaches a sash to one of the girls. It has a number on it. I am told the number is the amount of money a customer has pledged to a performer for “encouragement”. 

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Here are the sashes. The amount ranged from $100 to $100,000. I didn’t notice anyone pledge over $500.

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Here is a clip of this happening, plus a hasty scan of the room.
 

 
 


The girls then shuffled around, looking a bit like they needed to go to the toilet, into a different position on stage according to who has the been given the most 'encouragement'.

The ladies then pay a visit to the table that tipped them. After being politely cajoled into doing so by the mamasan, I made a $50 tribute, the least generous amount that was acceptable, in the form of a wreath of flowers placed around the shoulders of a woman wearing an extraordinary yellow dress she’d told me earlier she made herself. 

Moments later, I got a jug of beer on the house. 

Then the mamasan, wearing a far-out pair of pantaloons and a huge smile, took centre stage and belted out an old classic. She was fabulous. 

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Here’s a poster of all the staff. The picture looked older than the wall it’s hanging on. The manager, a man now probably in his fifties and a real charmer, has worked at Yangtze for 11 years. His picture is the biggest of the collage, on the left.

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Out the back of the building is your familiar KTV fare, a network of deep red caves with the ambience of a smoker’s lung. The sort of place that might prompt Wong Kar Wai (or possibly David Lynch) to whip his camera out.

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Every 20 minutes or so, a lady old enough to be my mother came to sit next to me while I was singing ('Wonderwall' by Oasis — really butchering it) and rubbed my thigh for five minutes before fluttering off to do something similar next door.

It’s a relaxed sort of place. A friend told me he once smoked a joint in one of the KTV rooms here. Concerned, I asked him why he thought that could ever be a good idea in a public place in this country. He said that he forgot he was in Singapore. 

I sort of see what he means. The Yangtze is the twilight zone. An in-between place that seems out of reach to the modern world drifting by outside, oblivious.

It belongs to another generation, many of whom are sat around on their own. Often asleep. 

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Like the rest of this grand old arena of sleaze, it is a sad sort of place. 

And although the numbers are thinning faster than a man who lost his Regaine, the enduring appeal of one of the oldest cinemas shows that there’s still a market for ways to cope with what is probably Singapore’s biggest social ill — loneliness.

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Where will the umbrella uncles go now?

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My first RA movie (officially) - Nicholas Cage's Wild At Heart. It was a weird movie even by Cage's standard. Recalled an old man suddenly pushed his money to me when it was my turned in the ticketing booth, to get him a ticket. Saw another old man sitting right in front of the sparingly filled theater, his shoulder's movement definitely signaling some hand action he was doing, but being a Nic Cage movie, the sex scenes were disjointed, weird and painfully short. Think he gave up 2/3 into the movie and walked off....


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Really want to visit before it closed end of August final closing, but don't even know where it is.

 

Can anyone please tell me how to find it?

 

Thanks.

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Really want to visit before it closed end of August final closing, but don't even know where it is.

 

Can anyone please tell me how to find it?

 

Thanks.

 

Take MRT to Outram Station. Look for Pearl's Centre. The cinema is in that building.


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This cinema is no use nowadays.

Nowadays spend $10 to $15 can relax in saunas.

Can take time to relax and wank.

I already 60yo uncle, go some unfriendly saunas people see us no up.

I go friendly saunas like Hercules and Shogun.

We uncles can play with uncles. Cocks not hard never mind can use hands and mouths.

My friend can give me so good prostate massage until better than get fucked. We know must keep sex organs in good oiling conditions if not can become rusty and unhealthy.

We uncles not shy one. If got uncle still can hard, I let him play my backside. We take slow time enjoy sex can keep our mind and body young.

I advise to all the uncles to keep enjoying sex to keep healthy very important. Don't bother finding younger men and waste time. Uncles can understand each other sex and use fingers and mouths.

Sex is not dirty, your body need sex to make your balls produce man juices to keep you living healthy. Most important is if you enjoy getting fucked is not dirty also. Your partner can help to check your prostate for cancer and your anal for warts and hemorrhoids. His cock or fingers can keep your anal firm and tight. His touching can keep your skin tighter less wrinkles. If you see old men give up sex they become whole day sit there like vegetables.

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I remember seeing the movie timings in the newspaper and kept looking at the ridiculous movie titles.

When I was 11, I passed the cinema with my dad and he just said the place was a cinema for perverts.


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Now I'm really confused....is this place still open till August 31st?

Or is it closed......

 

Please save me a wasted trip......who has recently been there?

 

THANKS!

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"Yangtze" cinema. Such a thoroughbred cheena name. What an insult to the biggest country on the planet, man. Haha

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Yangtze 长江 cinema is still in operation when i went there 1 week ago.

And may I ask.....how was the action?

Is it worth a trip?

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based on what i wrote previously

 

- 100% were men viewers
- most would usually came in after the movie start
- no one cares about the seat number, usually the behind few rolls were occupied
- like they had seen the movie Nth times, they would escape before the credits rolls
- they were afraid to be seen going into the cinema, but had no problem hanging around the cinema
- some were so shy that they asked us to buy tickets for them, even though they had been around the ticket booth before we arrived 


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This cinema is no use nowadays.

Nowadays spend $10 to $15 can relax in saunas.

 

you see different strokes for different folks, some prefer toilet action, some like open nude. Moreover not all uncles dare to go to a sauna. 

 

what i can say is, if you have not experienced Yangtze, do go with an open mind, and dont go in with the thought that there will be action definitely, you may end up just jerking off (yes it's kinda unofficially allow) inside the cinema....


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Just wanna share a post made by a friend of friend in response to this article. Copied and pasted word for word, pardon the grammatical errors.

"i read this online article about the impending closure of yangtze cinema last week and was a little upset because it felt to me largely like a collection of words pretending to be an article so that the author could make a heap of dick puns at the expense of elderly chinese uncles.

i tried to forget about it, but passing chinatown this week brought it to mind, and beyond that, i think the point that people miss or mis-make about the closure of pearls centre/yangtze is that of urban loneliness. the old men who go to pearls centre may be lonely, but it is precisely through the existence of a place like pearls centre, as their gentlemens' club of sorts (kopi drinking, softporn watching, desserts eating, 4d & horsebetting, prepaid phonecard buying), where they have settled into a routine, where they feel organically comfortable, that they become less lonely. so i don't think it's a sad place, but a happy one.

and if you sit around long enough and interact and bother to be more than a voyeur, you'll realize there is a community there that is more about the solidarity than the softporn: the elderly uncles hanging out at the kopitiam (both upstairs and downstairs), like a sewing circle (that is, gossipy yet supportive, i'll bitch you out but have your back), know precisely who has spent half his cpf money on a pretty young thing against their cautioning, who still sleeps in the same room as his wife and who doesn't, who is in hospital for a bad back and when he is due home they'll call him up for a kopi.

pearls centre is in the direct proximity of many older housing estates with one room flats catering to lower income senior citizens, and removing it as a community site from the urban fabric will impact this chinatown/bukit ho swee-slice of the pioneer generation the government is so eager to venerate—only in words. thank them for their blood, sweat and tears in a time of nation-building and then take away their hangout spot so we can have (yet another) new mrt station or mall right there. and yes, people are resilient and can adapt to their environs but not everything can be replaced, and not everyone has as much time and energy to change with their ever-evolving surroundings.

a building can grow to be more than a building. a once a week discounted movie treat or a regular kopi spot can be a reason for a pioneer-generation uncle to wake up, shower, iron his trousers, put a shiny pen in his breast pocket, brush his hair, lock the door to his one room flat that he will return to alone, and continue to try to keep active and seize the day in some little way, even if it's a cup of kopi siudai, or a c-grade softporn film where the only action is in fact a three second boob peak, in a ratty old hall that smells like cum."

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Erm.... why would old men still have cum? Even if they have, can they even ejaculate? So many questionable articles around that begs questioning. I have seen those uncles before, the gay ones. They hang at pearl tower basement kopitiam lim kopi, ogle, gossip and leer at young guys. I can't even book my air ticket in peace. Quite the nuisance

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Hmm you mean by hanging around the kopitoam drinking Kopi, gossiping, etc, will hinder/obstruct you from getting your air ticket? That's also questionable..


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Hmm you mean by hanging around the kopitoam drinking Kopi, gossiping, etc, will hinder/obstruct you from getting your air ticket? That's also questionable..

I do hope you are not one of them.

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A few lusty old men get together to lim kopi at peal tower basement like they own that building. The earnest way they critique passer bys like they are horse breeders mulling over their next purchase confounds me. The building has various ongoing business setups that got nothing to do with horse breeding, or whatever. Place them at plaza singapura basement, and if they retain that same mettle to continue their monkey shine with, hats off to them. Ha ha

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Offense taken is when they, in one big group, openly and unabashedly stare, leer then proceed to critique, appraise, appreciate, condemn, whatsoever, in an open setting in public with people all around them. How else will you define oublic nuisance? I worry the closure of yangtse cinema will have more of them spilling onto the streets, kopitiams everywhere in chinatown. It will look reall ugly when the authorities clamp down on these pioneer generation. Unlike them, I will evade my eyes when that happens, out of veneration.

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Erm.... why would old men still have cum? Even if they have, can they even ejaculate? So many questionable articles around that begs questioning. I have seen those uncles before, the gay ones. They hang at pearl tower basement kopitiam lim kopi, ogle, gossip and leer at young guys. I can't even book my air ticket in peace. Quite the nuisance

Correction, those ain't uncles. They are grandpas. Shouldn't grandpas have more decent hobbies like tea drinking, playing chess, antique appreciation? Why must grandpas behave like renegades? Such poor example they are setting!

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A few lusty old men get together to lim kopi at peal tower basement like they own that building. The earnest way they critique passer bys like they are horse breeders mulling over their next purchase confounds me. The building has various ongoing business setups that got nothing to do with horse breeding, or whatever. Place them at plaza singapura basement, and if they retain that same mettle to continue their monkey shine with, hats off to them. Ha ha

Actually it is obvious they are there to solicit some 小鲜肉 with those lusty and lascivious stares. Very redlight district kind of behaviour. Kind of disappointing that they are doing it very openly. Very insulting, quite traumatising, disturbing and not at all flattering for passer bys like me to be treated like some prc gigolo. They can be sued for soliciting, harassing and disturbing the public. They need to be rounded up and re-educated like they do in north korea. When is lsl when we need him?

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It is a very informative article. I don't like the author's emphasis on the theme of loneliness as he actually used the word many times. Unfortunately, it's actually true. Older gay men who patronize these cinemas have no partners, no gay groups and no gay social events to go to. It's either because of low self esteem, lack of knowledge how to access the Internet or shunned by other gay men for just being 'old. This social phenomenon is not exclusive to Singapore, sad to say, but very interesting social behavior altogether.

 

I have never been to this cinema but I've always been curious. I will pop by (pardon the pun) before it closes and leave a stain for my contribution to this legendary place. LOL.

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Correction, those ain't uncles. They are grandpas. Shouldn't grandpas have more decent hobbies like tea drinking, playing chess, antique appreciation? Why must grandpas behave like renegades? Such poor example they are setting!

 

As sad as some of their lives are, the fact is that Spore's quality of people are quite low, especially the old chaps.

Don't get me wrong, what i mean is that these oldies did not have much education when they were young and could not develop any intelligent hobbies.  Many of them could only do simple things like 4d, drink beer and talk silly at this age.  But they are not to be blamed as Spore was a very different place then, when opportunites for education were far and few. 

 

It is the present generation which we should worry about.

Many youngsters (or even the older, some even graduates) are poorly-read despite having had an education. Many are not interested in current affairs or anything which can make them think or develop a serious hobby.  Many, one day, will get old and probably repeat the fate of these grandpas.

 

 

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Erm.... why would old men still have cum? Even if they have, can they even ejaculate? So many questionable articles around that begs questioning. I have seen those uncles before, the gay ones. They hang at pearl tower basement kopitiam lim kopi, ogle, gossip and leer at young guys. I can't even book my air ticket in peace. Quite the nuisance

Sorry, i meant people's park centre basement kopitiam perimeter where there are plenty of tour agencies

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As sad as some of their lives are, the fact is that Spore's quality of people are quite low, especially the old chaps.

Don't get me wrong, what i mean is that these oldies did not have much education when they were young and could not develop any intelligent hobbies. Many of them could only do simple things like 4d, drink beer and talk silly at this age. But they are not to be blamed as Spore was a very different place then, when opportunites for education were far and few.

It is the present generation which we should worry about.

Many youngsters (or even the older, some even graduates) are poorly-read despite having had an education. Many are not interested in current affairs or anything which can make them think or develop a serious hobby. Many, one day, will get old and probably repeat the fate of these grandpas.

Singaporeans, from young always received mixed messages. On one hand, we were told to think out of the box. We were also told not to rock the boat, to toe the line, etc at the same time. As we grow up and venture into the real world, we find society full of ob markers that forced us to tread carefully. At the same time, the existence of red tape means many of our hopes and dreams can only remain so. These uncles were young once. They had probably felt let down by the system, so after they had withdrawn their cpf, in a bid to re-live their youthful aspirations, they probably threw all these societal rules they learnt from young away, resulting in their current renegade behaviour.

We should probably heed them as our warning. We probably will end up like them if we allow ourselves to work our lives away, without stopping to smell the roses and forging strong relationships with our close ones, and end up congregating with similar others who do not have nourishing bonds and solid anchors in their lives. We do not like what we see in their actions and behaviour, so probably start working on ourselves now to steer our future fates away from that direction.

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As sad as some of their lives are, the fact is that Spore's quality of people are quite low, especially the old chaps.

Don't get me wrong, what i mean is that these oldies did not have much education when they were young and could not develop any intelligent hobbies. Many of them could only do simple things like 4d, drink beer and talk silly at this age. But they are not to be blamed as Spore was a very different place then, when opportunites for education were far and few.

It is the present generation which we should worry about.

Many youngsters (or even the older, some even graduates) are poorly-read despite having had an education. Many are not interested in current affairs or anything which can make them think or develop a serious hobby. Many, one day, will get old and probably repeat the fate of these grandpas.

Some of them actually look like they were former school teachers, even principals when they were young. They actually look pretty middle class. Or is that the gay effect? Lol. From their 俗辣 antics and shifty eyes, they are definitely local!

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Yangtze 长江 cinema is still in operation when i went there 1 week ago.

The 长江 was probably refering to the cum that flow like a river down the cinema aisles when those softporn "plots" thicken to a climax

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As sad as some of their lives are, the fact is that Spore's quality of people are quite low, especially the old chaps.

Don't get me wrong, what i mean is that these oldies did not have much education when they were young and could not develop any intelligent hobbies. Many of them could only do simple things like 4d, drink beer and talk silly at this age. But they are not to be blamed as Spore was a very different place then, when opportunites for education were far and few.

It is the present generation which we should worry about.

Many youngsters (or even the older, some even graduates) are poorly-read despite having had an education. Many are not interested in current affairs or anything which can make them think or develop a serious hobby. Many, one day, will get old and probably repeat the fate of these grandpas.

develop a serious hobby? Wow. Like what? Dentistry?

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develop a serious hobby? Wow. Like what? Dentistry?

Keeping birds, feeding birds, bird watching, very very seriously.

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i like to see Blue Birds.

Why do birds suddenly appear, ev'ry time you are near?

Just like me, they long to be close to you.

Why do stars fall down from the sky, ev'ry time you walk by?

Just like me, they long to be close to you.

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Went to yang tze last night out of curiousity. It's open until Feb 2016 but it's very quiet. When I went there, there were only few uncles watching the movie. Maybe 3 or 4 of them only. In the middle of the screening, there's this middle aged chinese guy in his office attire who suddenly sat next to me. He had no hesitation to pleasure himself during the sex scenes. His manliness was too irresistible and so I lend him a hand. He agreed willingly and finished him at the toilet behind the cinema. He came a lot on the toilet floor. With no single word spoken, he left the cinema halfway the movie. I guess it's a good place to hunt for older married guys deprived of sex by their wives.

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