I feel wounded when I read this thread. It is not me to judge
that somebody has erred, but when was in secondary 1 in 1994, I was
quite upset when my friends called me a nickname "erector", because
in the swimming pool they noticed my erection.
what, may i probe further, is courage?
what, is truly deserving of mutual toast?
i once thought of soliders being an admirable career, until I
entered NS. Not big deal.
Gentlewomen were dreams come true, until they lost their tempers
in front of me.
faints.
where did respect go?
