Syphilis

I dun mind the increase in testosterone level. I dun mind hairy legs. Pimples is the dermatologic EVIL of puberty and it's a strident clamour from the body to announce to the entire world that one is pubertying. A terrible affliction, not only capable of the ruination of the rosy cheeks, but also undermining one's self/ body confidence. Its punition from the creators of the body- u get ur semen, for in return u have to absorb these pimples. Like ugly installments.

For some people, they are just PLAIN lucky to escape it: - free from the blemishes we all know and loathe. Some will get only a few benign ones on their faces. The rest will get the 'generous' load of whatever shit that the rest didn't claim. Unfortunately, I belonged to the last category.

In secondary school, I was doing fine. I escaped unscathed all the way until Sec 4. Then I became arrogant and started making fun of a classmate who had a spectacular geography of pimples on his face. The volcanic terrain with its island arcs, spewing spurts of pus and swelling. For my meanness, retribution ensured that I could appreciate the similar geography on my mirror.

My glandular machinery began to go totally bananas. Pimple city. Its impossible to escape. washing the face 5 times a week or taking dozens showers a week, trying every cream and nostrum known to modern science, didn't help much . A loaded pizza with rich toppings of blackheads. I probably could have been the mascot for pizza hut.. and do something like bursting a pimple and let the pus flow out with the oul, with jingles going " Stuffed Crust Pizza!!!"

Over time, much of it has receded, with some leaving pitty marks or potholes to mark its existence and also as a form of grim reminder to my foul mouth.

Thought of the day:
do monkeys have pubic hair?

Nightlife in Singapore is like throwing a party in a house with your parents.

how true. picked up a book from my sergeant major's table and finished it in one reading. titled Invisible Trade- it was a book by Gerrie Lim which offered to shed some light on the sex industry in Singapore, namely the high class escort girls, ktv hostess, the mamasans, the call boys and to the lower end of the spectrum the prostitutes.

Frankly speaking, to me ,there isnt much distinction between these classes. there is no point sounding so euphemistic or pretentious. sex is sex. an escort girl may engage in intelligent or witty conversation, talkign about haute couture, wine or culture but still end up having sex. They are cultured vultures that all, with their cut throat prices. a prostitute gets straight to the point. up on the bed. Ultimately, all boils down to a cold cash exchange of body fluids, devoid of emotions.

Did extract morsels of information here and there from the book. although most of it i already knew, in theory. I bet most singapore know abt the facts in there too.This is all theory shit. Only exploration will get me further.
I felt ashamed when i read the accounts of the escort girls who are specially procured to render their services to the rich and powerful and the horny men. All these take place behind the closed doors of expensive hotel suites like ritz and shangr. I never knew Singapore as a large transit point for sex. Schools didnt teach us that sex trade in Singapore has always been flourishing because of Singapore's ideal geographical position and the confluence of the international air flight routes.

How little i know of my country. sigh. I really should explore more. I'll make that my objective for this year. interested Fellow explorers feel free to drop a comment.