(This is just a filler piece. Please don't take it too seriously. :)
A few days ago, I had breakfast with a male friend. It was a so-so meal, with cereal and milk. Then, he told me that he wanted to visit a nudist beach when he goes on an exchange next semester. "After all," he mentioned casually, "the beach will be really near my exchange uni and it's quite convenient to go. I want to see how it's like."
I wondered how to dissuade him for a while and decided that I had no business dictating what he ought to do (or not do). "Just be careful," I advised. "Don't let people take a photo or video of you without your knowledge. Might somehow affect your job prospects next time."
My eyebrows raised and the real reason barreled out of my pursed lips. "You don't want them to use the footage in a horror movie. You do know that you bear a slight resemblance to Arnold Schwarzenegger's affair, right?"
He has since described me in many unflattering terms.
A few days ago, I had breakfast with a male friend. It was a so-so meal, with cereal and milk. Then, he told me that he wanted to visit a nudist beach when he goes on an exchange next semester. "After all," he mentioned casually, "the beach will be really near my exchange uni and it's quite convenient to go. I want to see how it's like."
I wondered how to dissuade him for a while and decided that I had no business dictating what he ought to do (or not do). "Just be careful," I advised. "Don't let people take a photo or video of you without your knowledge. Might somehow affect your job prospects next time."
My eyebrows raised and the real reason barreled out of my pursed lips. "You don't want them to use the footage in a horror movie. You do know that you bear a slight resemblance to Arnold Schwarzenegger's affair, right?"
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| Picture of Arnold Schwarzenegger's affair. Source credit: California News |
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