Mink's birthday again.

Mink’s birthday!

I had my chemistry exam at the start of the day, and boy, I know I’m destined to fail my MYE this year. Most of the questions are only 1 marks, and those I know how to answer are – unfortunately – one mark ones.

Ah, enough about that. Though it’s only one short paragraph, eh.

I met Daniel today, a friend of Shirley and Mink’s, and met Mink afterwards.

Okay, before I go on, I must say something first.

If Mink appeared before us earlier, she probably would have seen Shirley also. SEE MINK, next time must come on time, you wouldn’t know what you might miss.

And ... back to my story. Right.

Since Shirley had something on, she had to leave first.

We ended up in Mink’s house. Mink played Audition, for a while, then me, for some time, while Daniel played on his PSP.

Blah blah blah, story cut short.

It was fun, and well interesting.

Watched this video about a girl that had done intercourses 300 times and she’s only 15 years old. I’m turning 17 this year and not once have I had sex! I don’t know whether to be elated by that information or to feel shameful that someone young have beaten me to it. Okay, I know... I’m super elated by that information. I don’t know about others, but I’m damn happy to be a virgin. HAH!

Okay, I turned to blogging for one reason, I wanted to rant about something embarrassing that happened to me.

I don’t think anyone realized and let’s keep it that way.

I went to Mink’s house right? Guess what? When we went to the living room, because mink was going to blow the candles off the cake her parents bought her, I saw myself in the mirror.

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No, not because I got scared off by my looks

BUT, because I saw that the zipper of my shorts was open! Tell me about that, right!

I tried to zip it up, and guess what? It’s freaking spoilt! Ugh!
So I asked mink for scissors so that I can manually fix it, but she said she didn’t have one. Eek! The horror now begins.

As I sat on her bed, thinking about how to get home without people looking at me holding my shorts or just plain staring at me for my ignorance – they think I purposely left it that way, or maybe. I took the opportunity and started opening her drawers, and I managed to find a solution to my humiliating situation.

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SAFETY PINS!
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I love the guy that created the safety pins! Thanks.... YOU! (: