The Horrifying Pimple

OMG!

I have a pimple. Correction: Pimples.

It all happened because after recess I don’t wash my mouth. It’s unhygenic, I know, but it’s not like I chose NOT to wash liddat. Recess time is always so short, plus I have like 10 000 things to do in half-an-hour. Naturally, after I finish all these things, I weirdly have no time left to splash water on my mouth. Excuses, maybe, but the fact is Yau Pooi Har and Tan Chiou Yen throw fits if anybody is late for their apparently very interesting and phenomenal classes.

Can’t see it? Those two enormous things on my chin!

There! Can see? Big hor?

Gloat while you can okay.

Cause I’m gonna get some Biore Face Wash. (:

An update on my life

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!

Extremely displeased now. Stupid American Idol. Lisa Tucker was eliminated!!

Like, WTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I realized why I supported her so much. It’s the same reason why I supported Bryan Wong during Star Idol. She smiles A LOT!!!!! I like people who smile and are HAPPY!

OMG!!!! It’s like she has the most perfectomundo set of white teeth ever! Each time she smiles, I’m actually cheered up! So I cannot believe she was eliminated. I SOOO cannot believe it ok.

During the results show tonight, she was smiling throughout, even though freakin Katherine McPhee frowned and grumbled, blah blah. I’d rather she get eliminated than Lisa, though if I had my way, I’d have kicked Ace, Kellie, Elliott and Bucky back onto the first flight home.

So anyway, that’s that. Stupid Idol can’t even play cheat a little and keep the favorite on the show. I swear, ratings are gonna go down next ep.

This Saturday is Hallway to Runway rehearsals!!!! SOOOOO excited. I actually have gotten the dress in question ready, a beautiful Indie-Chinese cultural mix, a Bollywood-thing, very Ashley Isham. Gonna give it to Cheryann on 1st April Sat, and if possible, I’ll take a pic of the beautiful design and post it up for all you faithful readers to see!!!

Wahhahhaaa… I’m so happy today. Back to AI… Even though Lisa Tucker was gone, I actually liked the Shakira and Wyclef Jean performance. So they kinda cancelled each other out.

OKAY!!! I know I’m overdue for showing some photos of the SAFRA Photo Convention ‘06, which took place during the March Hols (the ENTIRE week, mind you, it was damn tiring and I fell sick halfway), and hence had to skip my CCA camp. NEVER MIND!!! I was compensated for the beautiful SAFRA Mount Faber, which is such a nice place, complete with bowling alley, arcade, pool (but only for SAFRA members)… I’m so hooked onto SAFRA okay. Plus they are the owners of my favorite radio station Power 98. Okay. Moving on…. Time to show you my very favorite…

TOP 10 PHOTOS! (in no particular order)

EXTRA! EXTRA! An 11th photo… My friend Pinhong… haha!

Okay. That’s about it. Good hor, my photos? (:

So excited about R Project, that RJC Opening Day fashion show thing. It’s for charity, for the Bone Marrow Association or something, and it’s gonna be so glam! Free Revlon Paris and Silkygirl Cosmetics goodie bags somemore! I’ve got 2 lucky places for 2 lucky gals! Apply quickly… First Come First Serve!!

P.S Toon Wei, I finally updated A Day in 2020. And Alaric, yes, I have amended that post you wanted me to amend.

The Poor Parents/ The Teenager Troubles

Before I start into my newest post…

Your theme song is Born to Be Wild!

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Very fun. Tickle.com’s ‘What Song Are You’ quiz. Took it, turns out I’m wild, and fun, and I just love the thrill of doing forbidden and dangerous stuff. I am not ashamed of talking to random strangers and asking them to dance. I’m free and full of my own opinion. I’m not afraid to speak my mind, and I’m very carefree and personal. I’m exciting and apparently, very unique. Can’t disagree much with that. (:

Anyway, I was very very very very pissed last night, okay. I tried blogging, and Blogger kept logging me out automatically, and then turns out stupid Starhub was unable to provide my server with proper connection, and because Blogger auto-logs out when it senses the user is not there (i.e lost Internet connection), so last night I LOST my PRECIOUS TWO-HOUR post in just 5 SECONDS!

WTH!!!!!!!! I was so pissed okay. But nvm. Time to get back into business.

A while ago, I read about how the life of parents is getting tougher and tougher (from Internet, all because of ERP Portfolio), and as the kids’ lives get worse, their lives get worse too.

And what really breaks my heart is that, even though the parents try so hard, some kids just don’t understand where their mom and dad are coming from. Some are so pressurised they just kill themselves. And their parents’ hearts break, and the funny thing is, the teenager is already dead, but his/her family is the one that is really suffering, and will keep suffering.

Living this life, being alive, is such a blessing. It’s beautiful, and wonderful. In the future, 70 years from now, when I die, I will look back and realized what a wonderful life I’ve led, and how I would not ever give it up for anything else.

And yet I laugh, sardonically, sadly, when I see and hear of so many people, especially teens, actually voluntarily taking their lives. I, of course, have thought about suicide b4… any student in Singapore would have done so. Then I would feel ashamed. Because trying to voluntarily take away something given to you… something as majestic as life, is appalling. I immediately scold myself off in my head. Nothing on Earth could make me voluntarily give up my own life. Why some people, especially kids who have such a long way ahead of them, would do so, is truly beyond me.

Teenagers, like us, all have problems… some more than others, some less than others, but in common, all are problems that have answers. What makes each teenager so unique to their problem is that each teenager actually had the ability to control and prevent their problem.
Girls who get pregnant, teenagers who have lots of homework and stress, teenagers who run away from home and decide life is stupid, teenagers who commit theft or some crime and get thrown into boys’/girls’ home.

If you kill yourself when ur pregnant, you’re not only killing yourself, but also your baby. If you weren’t expecting a baby, then WHY IN THE WORLD would you have unprotected sex in the first place?! And also people who get thrown into Homes, WHY THE HELL DID you have to a) take drugs, b) steal, c) act foolish in the first place? Think about your parents! What the hell must they have been thinking when their girl comes back all big-tummied and their son apparently has been caught with stolen Billabong!

WHY?! It’s so freakin’ stupid!

And if you have lots of homework and stress, take some time to relax! Think of all the things that make u happy and more carefree! Ask for deadline extensions! Just chill! Watch some tv! Listen to music! Killing yourself is NOT the way to go. If anything, just forget about it and do something that helps you de-stress! Life has to be worth something!

And as for the kids who run away from home, I want to ask them, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?” Sure, parents don’t understand you. Parents expect highly of you. Parents compare. Parents scold. THEY ARE PARENTS, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! You don’t expect a mother to go, “Oh, you failed. Good for you.” If she DOES say that, I’d be more shocked! If anything, they scold for their kids’ own good, and they don’t scold for no rhyme or reason. There has to be some reason!

Unless they are idiots who murder and rape their own kids, I see no reason to leave home. Sure, arguing is okay… It’s a generation gap after all… but when I read abt kids leaving home, I feel so embarrassed for their parents. 10-years plus of hard work and unwavering love, and their properly-limbed offspring just leave them like that. I really want to laugh. And what can the kids do? Go work? Stay at a friends’ house? Go to some relative? Use some little savings to book some small hotel? And when the pocket money runs out, they have no choice but to go home to their worrying parents.

I really hope the parents will say, “Go to hell! I don’t recognise you! You think you very gung-ho is it? Fine lah! From now on, you stay out! You stay at whereever you want, I dont care! Since you think you can be independent, you go and earn money yourself, and buy your Gameboy with your $50 savings lah!”And then with that, they slam the door in their kids’ faces, leaving them sobbing.

SERVES THEM RIGHT.

Really ah, it’s a case of ’shen zai fu zhong, bu zhi fu’ (living in luxury but not knowing it). They left their parents with agony, and pain, and made them worried like siao, and now they come back with gusto, thinking they’ll be accepted back into their homes because they ARE THE CHILDREN.

Well, here’s something for you. IT DOESN’T WORK ANYMORE.

In the future, I swear this change will come about. Since the kids are so gung-ho and think they can do anything right? So let them lah. Let them go out and have fun, and let them leave house. When they come back, say “No admission after 10 pm.” Or something along the lines of, “I don’t care what you do liao, you can die also I don’t care.”

Because I find it’s damn unfair. Parents don’t owe you anything. Sure, they give birth to you, but they were hoping for someone understanding, nice and very very good, not like some demonic creature. If anything, I say these kids really don’t know how lucky they are to even have parents who give them money.

Some kids in Ethiopia, or Thailand, don’t even HAVE parents! They lost their parents to diseases, illnesses, rampant murder, famine, and other-such problems! And yet they live life as happy as they possibly could, smiling, laughing, because to them, they have not expected anything out of poverty before. To them, poverty is daily life. They ARE having daily life. They have no education. They have no com. They have no Gameboy Advanced. They have no I-pods. They have no X-Box, or TV, or handphone, or money to foolishly spend, or even proper writing materials. They’re really impoverished. Some have AIDS, some are going to die soon. Some don’t have proper meals, and some have never seen a cartoon in their entire life.

So when it comes to students living in Singapore, I say our problems are much less than the kids in poorer countries. Homework? Pfft. At least we don’t DIE from homework. Pregnancy? At least we have money. What else could we, living in a better country, having all the luxuries people in Africa cannot possibly dream of having, could possibly want more?

When I see teenagers claiming they want to kill themselves, and they want to jump, or slit their wrists, I want to say in their faces, “If you want to kill yourself, go ahead. Kill yourself, because if you don’t value your own life, then no one else will probably mourn for you either.”

See, that’s why I think teenagers are so immature. There is no problem that cannot be solved. All it takes is willpower, smarts and some proper hard work. And if teenagers want to kill themselves/run away/do foolish things/be stupid, then there is nothing the parents can do. They have to let their kids live, because that’s the only way they learn. Because learning IS what life is all about.

Of Tans and Karma

Today was a very very funny day.

Firstly, like all Saturdays, I went to Heartland Mall, meeting up with Yiling and Ambrose (or Zhenghao, which we all call him because his English name is just so hard to pronounce) for some fun.

Let’s face it. Where else can we find Cup Walker, Edo Sushi AND Sakae Sushi (ok, so I’m a Jap food fan), E2, Giordano, Hang Ten, Mini Toons, San Bookshop, Popular, Old Chang Kee, The Body Shop, Delifrance (NOT Bistro, thank God), MJ (Music Junction, not Michael Jackson, you paedophiles!!), Nanyang Specs Shop, and Pizza Hut all within ONE shopping centre?

I found Yiling first – stuck in This Fashion perusing through some dresses. She was flinging this white tote bag at the poor sales assistant, trying to figure out which piece of clothing was more worth $24.

I dragged her out of This Fashion, and we met Ambrose. I took one look at him and fainted.

Because he had a tan.

Of course, he had a tan last time. But his skin has SOMEHOW grown two shades darker.

!!!!

The first thing I said was, “What happened to you?”
Ambrose: “Nothing.”
Yiling: “Did you come back from the Sun?” (I suspect she watches Friends.)
Ambrose: “No.”
Me: “I WANT a tan! I’m jealous!”
Ambrose: “You already have a tan!”

Now, there is a difference between his tan and mine. Mine was weirdly yellowish-dark… His was plain dark. He had that kind of swimmer skin, though he wasn’t a swimmer. I doubt he even swims as much as I do nowadays.

Me: “You call this a tan? This tan is like… spray on!”
Yiling: “It is spray on what.”
Me: “NO. Ever since Oct 2005, it has officially become natural tan.”
Yiling: “Zhenghao, why your skin so… burnt?”
Me: “I noe! You had swimming for PE!”
Ambrose: “Siao. I played soccer lah.”

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SOCCER? If he gets a tan like that playing soccer, I want to play soccer! WAIT. Forget I even typed that.

I pulled up his sleeve, revealing a tanline. Aha. So it was some sport that required him to have a shirt on. I also suspect that pulling-sleeve-up movement made passersby think we were gay.

That TAN! OH, WOE! That tan!

I was so jealous. Throughout the entire 3 hrs, which we visited MJ, Edo Sushi, Mini Toons, and also had this fun class of Chinese Speech, Writing and Oral Comm skills, I had my eyes glued onto Ambrose’s skin.

(OBSESSION)

Then, something even more weird happened. On bus 136, I found this leather wallet, which looked really thick and bulky, and very very cool-looking. I picked it up and suddenly, just like all those compos I had read befin primary school had depicted, my moralities flashed before my eyes.

Should I take it? Should I hand it in to the bus captain? Should I keep the money inside and hand the wallet off? Should I keep it and use the ID to find the owner? Should I just leave it there?

WHAT SHOULD I DO?

In utter and complete fury, I stood up, handed the wallet to the bus captain, and turned back to sit down. Guess what?

The seat was taken.

WTH!!!!!!!

“What goes around comes around, what goes up must come down”. Oh yeah right. If having my seat koped, AFTER i hand off a lost wallet in the most benevolent of fashions is the return of good karma, I would be so taking the money next time I see a wallet.

After all, I am an RI boy, and since the character of RI students is really going the drain, I might as well join the cheat-lie-dishonest-curse-threaten club (see post below) and do something for myself.

Then I rmbed in all the previous instances – lost handphone… lost wallet… lost books… lost stuff… ALL returned to me… I realized, I have to repay my good karma. So I believe that eventually, something good will return to me… IN due time.

So I stood patiently in the bus, slightly in meditation mode.

Happily knowing that somewhere out there, was a good thing waiting to happen, a good thing with my name on it.

"The Man who Walks Away from a Fight is the REAL Man"

Today I am extremely pissed. Sorry, Toon Wei, I promised to amend the 2020 post, but I am so mad that I need to post this first.

I realized, RI boys are very uncouth, and rude, and very very fucked-up. I’m sorry, but I just have strong feelings about this. When people praise RI boys for being good, etc. etc., they don’t see the ugly, rude and very horrible side of RI – the immature students.

Today RI went down to Delta Sports Complex to support the Hockey finals against Northland Sec, I think. So I was walking around, minding my own business, and then this guy takes my seat originally next to Dean.

So I went and found another seat next to Issac, Lionel and Louis.

So after a while, Northland scored one goal, and RI kept screwing up, that I became rather bored. So I started to talk to Issac about Final Destination 3. When RI lost, Louis cursed Northland Sec’s students to meet a horrible death. So Issac and I started to discuss the methods of horrible death that they could possibly meet in their school.

When we were getting to the dying by being burnt by hot water in the gym shower, this Sec 4 guy next to me turns around, and out of the blue, tells me, “Can you shut the fuck up?”

I was like, huh?

He continued, “Can you shut the fuck up? Can you stop doing your drama, and just shut the fucking hell up? I just want to bash you up you know!” Then he made fists and pointed to me.

I was very very shocked. My friends, David, Eugene, Chee, Ruijun, etc. etc. all suddenly looked at the brawl, which was fast becoming ugly.

I was never going to take this lying down.

I said, “Well, I’m really shocked about some Sec 4s. Some RI boys are just so immature. If they are actually Sec 4s, I’m JC now!”

Issac whispered, “Kar Liang, let it go.”

Oh no, I was not going to let it go. The bastard started it first. Okay, so maybe I spoke a bit too loudly, or maybe I was slightly inconsiderate. So tell it to me nicely, in my face. Something along the lines of, “Hey, you’re speaking a bit too loudly. Could you lower your volume?”

So I would have been slightly unhappy. But I would have shut up considerably. But noooo, he had to yell at me with f-words and threaten to hit me.

I continued, “It’s just the parents. Some children just weren’t born lucky. Issac, let’s keep talking.”

Issac and I continued chatting, then again, the Sec 4 turns around, and growled, “SHUT THE FUCK UP! I really want to grab a stick and whack you you know!”

Then what made me feel even more shocked and aghast, was when one of his friends said, “Bash him up lah! You so strong!” And another goes, “Look! Hockey stick! Hit him lah!”

I was definitely shocked. If I were an outsider, and I heard such language, I would be completely insulted and NOT impressed. I could not believe it. I had met many ppl already in my 15 years of living, the good, for example, Kennedy, Xuan Lang, etc., the bad, Seng Henk, Ryan Chan and Jia Yu… But I had never met anyone as Ugly and DISGUSTING as that Sec 4 and his friends!

I got up and said, “Crap like you are below me.” And I left.

I turned back and I saw the fucking sec 4 PESTERING Issac! He was threatening Issac to give him my name and class. Issac said, “Kar Liang”, but refused to give him my class. I walked over, and said, “Look, you want anything, ask me. Don’t irritate my friends.”

He shoved me and knocked into me, “What;s your name? Class?”

I said boldly, “Kar Liang. 3C.”

He said, “3C eh? You’d better watch out!”

I replied, “I’ll be waiting.”

I turned to leave, and he grabs me by his collar, and spins me around, and looks directly into my eyes. “Who do you think you are?” He asked.

I said, “Bash me up lah.”

If he had really done that, he would have really been dumb. We were surrounded by teachers, Cai Yinghua, Noorizan Alba, Andrew Lim, Seah Saw Phing, and Bob Koh himself. If he had hit me, he would have been gone in an instant.

Smartly enough, he let me go, but he still stood there. I brushed my shirt, turned and left.

He is an RI boy. He’s smart, but he’s very very rude and immature.

“The Man Who Walks Away From A Fight Is The Real Man.” I read this phrase once. How true can that be? I retorted back, and challenged him, but eventually walked away. I had to go back to save Issac and Lionel, but all in all, I think I did a pretty good job. I never once uttered the f-word during the brawl, which actually was quite professional.

How could an RI boy do this? I have seen many types of RI boys. But this happens to be only the first time I see a senior actually being so stupid and immature!

Granted, maybe I was talking loudly. But a simple Keep Quiet, or Shut Up, would have been suffice, even. Not Shut the Fuck up. Why use that phrase? Why must he even speak to someone like that? When he asked me, “Who do you think you are?” I should have replied, “Who do you think YOU are?”

Fine. You’re older. By one year, yes. By right, I should be respecting you and looking up to you as a role model. But no. What he did was not only undeserving of any respect, it only showed how crude he was, and how stupid he looked in front of people.

I was aghast at the rudeness he had. Using physical force to threaten me? That I only heard when I was in primary school, or on TV shows. Maybe neighbourhood schools. But aren’t RI boys supposed to be respectable and morally-upright? Is it morally upright to do such stupid things like using physical force as threats and using vulgarities against someone who is supposedly someone that should look up to you?

I think maybe neigbourhood schools have a better moral sense than this. So you’re RI. So you’re in one of the best schools. So you are a senior. So you are smart. But if you cannot show that you have the moral calibre and fibre to be in RI, then truthfully you do not deserve to be in RI.

Sec 4s. One more year to becoming mature guys in RJC, men who are strong, smart, great leaders, respectable and marvelous people. But I have friends in neighborhood schools that have a better sense of morality than RI boys! What has happened to the students in a school that was once reputed to be the best, academically, physically, mentally and MORALLY?

Is it all gone now? Why is it that such people actually exist in RI? Is it because no one bothers to check? I will say it here right now.

RI students are becoming very very loose in terms of moral education and civic-mindedness. Not that I’m being prejudiced or questionably primed here, but that is a fact. Such students really do not belong in RI, and being in such a school of good repute is truly an insult to the school. These students should remind themselves that they have a reputation to uphold, a name to live up too… and if they want to continue being ‘themselves’, then there IS no reputation anymore for them.

The Very Weird Show that is American Idol

American Idol is no more a singing competition. It has become a strangely-enchanting talk show, hosted by the slightly-effeminate Ryan Seacrest.

Because AI has everything a talk show has… a talkative host, argumentative guest stars (judges), singing, weird and sucky dances, and sadness and video clips at the end.

Take last last week for example. Ryan Seacrest insulted Simon, who insulted him right back. Paula was commenting on the contestants’ clothes, Randy called Lisa ‘dawggg’, and Mandisa took off her heels and started dancing au naturel.

????!

AI is no more about singing. It is about dancing, fashion, and snitty comments. Granted, some this year’s AI contestants are quite phenomenal (read: Chris Daughtry, Mandisa, Lisa Tucker), but it has become a singing soap opera. This week’s ep, for example, had Simon commenting on Taylor’s (white-haired guy) dancing moves, which frankly, I found equally bad.

And then we have Paula arguing back, “Simon can’t dance! He can’t dance to save his life!” or something along those lines.

I think what Randy said next sums it all up, “Simon, it’s not a dancing competition, it’s a singing competition!”

Exactly. So why is everybody suddenly so interested in how Taylor shakes his booty? Okay, so being American Idol means having the full package, and so maybe Taylor needs to change his hair and learn how to move smoother, but still – good singing!

I am quite puzzled with the state of American Idol now. It’s not a singing competition, or a dance competition, or a talk show, or a talent quest.

It’s a bit of both. So I’m thinking the American Idol can sing, dance, speak, and have other unknown-talents, and apparently, in the form of Paris Bennett, is the ability to ‘look like a singing doll’.

Weird, but keeps us glued to our TV sets.

Let’s Talk About Sex

Today, I finally saw my neighbor’s daughter’s (which is also my neighbor lah) new boyfriend.

I don’t think I managed to steal a photo from my neighbor’s younger brother, who takes his sister’s boyfriends’ pics. so too bad.

Now we were sitting around in my neighbor’s house, after said daughter C Leong’s (name initialled to protect privacy- haha!) boyfriend had left.

C’s younger brother, also another C, was flipping through this scrapbook of his sister’s, which documented every single boyfriend she had had ever since she started dating at 14. Courtesy of one irritating brother who takes photos each time a new guy comes over with his sister, who incidentally also enjoys eavesdropping on phone convos and hacking into sister’s MSN account, EVERY single boyfriend, photo, MSN convo, phone transcript and gift (flattenable ones), are stored inside the scrapbook.

Then when we were flipping through one particular page, I asked, “What’s that?”

The brother, Clem (ok, now a bit too obvious), turned the book upside down and said, “Oh, cheah. Condom packet.”

!!!!!!!!!

“WHAT?!” That was my reaction.

“Oh, he was a creep. Stupid guy I met at the library,” C said. “Insisted on giving me interesting gifts each time he met. This condom was his last gift before I broke up with him.”

“Broke up?” Clem laughed. “More like, you fired him.”
“Dating a girl is a tough job.” C replied strongly. “Especially me.”

I asked the most obvious question which had been lingering in my mind, “Why the hell did he give you a condom?”
“Ayah, all guys like dat one lah.” C said. “After the first three dates, they just want to get into my pants.”
“Not me,” Clem said self-defensively.
“Only because I’m your SISTER,” C sighed. “You idiot. And you’ve never dated me before.”

I asked the next most obvious question, “So DID you?”
“Did I what?”
“Um, do it lah.”
“Do it?”

Clem nonchalantedly flipped the page and said, “Ayah, jie, have sex lah.”
C choked on her lemon tea. “Oh, please, I’m still a virgin.”
Clem frowned and looked at his sister. “Har, really ah?”
C looked at him. “Yeah? OMG… YOU thought I was…. eeeeeeeeew!”
Clem shrugged. “I don’t know, each time you bring the guys home and both of you go up to your room and stay there for 3 hours, like having sex like dat!”
C looked offended by her brother. “I’m not some loose woman!”
Clem: “Why are you making sex sound so weird?”

C replied, “Sex is supposed to be a very holy thing. A matrimony of two lovers, mating for the sole purpose of reproduction…”
Clem: “And pleasure…”
C: “Which consummates the bond between two people who are intimately close.”
Clem: “It makes no sense. If everyone were to have sex to reproduce, there’d be a lot of babies in this world!”
C: “Not everyone makes babies on the first try!”
Clem: “Oh, so THAT explains why people love to have sex! Because they just can’t get it going the first time!”‘
Me: “Actually that makes sense. Condoms prevent people from conceiving what.”
C: “The point is, it’s stupid for some people to keep thinking S-E-X, especially when they’re going out with dates. Love isn’t all about shoving a dick up a vagina.”
Clem: “Actually, it’s part of love. Where there’s love, there’s sex.”
C: “See, it’s people like you, Clem, who actually make girls hate men. Sex is a pure act.”
Clem: “What’s pure about ramming private organs until some guy reaches climax?”
C: “The fact is some actually have sex TO have kids, but they still cannot conceive. To know some people make sex sound so crude and like, some animal act, it’s disgusting.”
Clem: “You know, no wonder you’re still a virgin.”

LOL!

C: “Clem, not that I’m saying you ah, but you only had sex ONCE (he’s 16 liao), and I’m not sure the girl you did it with had such a good time.”
Me (being the ever-smart bridge of misunderstanding): OH! What she means ah, is that, guys always want to get into gals’ pants, but eventually only the guy gains, and the girl loses.”
C: “YES! YES! The fact is, you guys are irresponsible! Sleep, and forget!”
Me: She means that, because so many guys have sex and just forgets about it the next day, it becomes a very unclean act. It no more becomes clean and even if it was for pleasure, the girl gets the shorter end of THAT stick.”
C: “Somemore, you just need to flex your swimmer muscles, abs and biceps, and tempt the girl. Can already.”
Me: “She means you’re useless. “
Clem: (looking at me) “You’re good.”
Me: “Thank you.”