Speaking and reading
I never said anything about writing.
Confession Session - LOCK THIS THREAD
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TALK AND READ
never told about writing:wassat: How can you be grammaticaly better in talking than writing?…
I mean o_O wtf.
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I've already said, my english is bad because I don´t practice in 10 years
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nobody ever taught me how to write in English.
you don't get what I'm trying to tell you, do you?Your grammar SUCKS ass.
That has nothing to do with writing or speaking. Your grammar is just FUCKIN BAD.
Come on, don't tell me you speak english with the right grammar. That would be a lie.And to be honest. It's most times really HARD to understand what you wrote because there is just no sense in your structure and your spelling.
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And to be honest, most of the times it's really HARD to understand what you wrote because there is just no sense in your structure and your spelling.
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Fixed it for you, dear.
Note: "Most of the time" means usually or very often; "most of the times" is a bit different and more specific, meaning almost every time (when); almost at every single attempt.
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Sea, I'm a native English speaker and I have never heard the phrase "most of the times".
Edit: Actually, I have, but not in that context.
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I didn´t learn grammar, I just learned to speak and read.
If my post are bad.
I'm sorry, but I try to write correct as possible.
From time to time I use a translator because I do not know how the word is written.Thanks for the critique Nami,but I'll continue to post here, because then,I will learn the grammar that plagues you.
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I didn´t learn grammar, I just learned to speak and read.
If my post are bad.
I'm sorry, but I try to write correct as possible.
From time to time I use a translator because I do not know how the word is written.Thanks for the critique Nami,but I'll continue to post here, because then,I will learn the grammar that plagues you.
.. you better should read other posts.
(don't mean you shouldn't post, just saying)
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Others post ?
I don´t understand…Mine, yours or from others ?I will not stop posting, I want to get better...
Once again,Thanks.EDIT:Now I understood.
Don´t fear,I will read "others post". -
…. Understands nothing
yeah, just go on.
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His posts aren't so bad that they're not understandable, though I suppose you are not a native speaker. But I would like it for him to get better as well.
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Sea, I'm a native English speaker and I have never heard the phrase "most of the times".
Edit: Actually, I have, but not in that context.
That's weird.
You are weird.
I am Sea The Infallible.
Ugly, don't stop posting. But don't leave a post with mistakes unedited. Make mistakes, realize them, fix them and get better.
I make mistakes all the time, but I care about my grammar, so I usually end up editing each post of mine a dozen times. -
He was wondering what posts you were refering to when you said that he should read other posts. The rest was gramatically correct. Why are you so harsh, Nami?
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@THE:
That's weird.
You are weird.
I am Sea The Infallible.
Ugly, don't stop posting. But don't leave a post with mistakes unedited. Make mistakes, realize them, fix them and get better.
I make mistakes all the time, but I care about my grammar, so I usually end up editing each post of mine a dozen times.That's what I do.
I struggle to write correct.Thanks for the tips, Sea (and others),
I think I have improved since I started posting here. -
I am sorry that I really wasn't understanding what he tried to say >_>
Either way.
My Confession.I LOVE CHRISSIE
XD XD XD
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My Confession.
I LOVE NAMI
XD And we two are horrible. HORRIBLE I say.
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My Confession.
I LOVE NAMI
XD And we two are horrible. HORRIBLE I say.
oh yes. We're baaaad to the bones, honey~
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My confession, I wanna sue chrissie 4 teasing me with her flashy stuffz ._.
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My confession, I wanna sue chrissie 4 teasing me with her flashy stuffz ._.
cracks her whip
Think about what you're doing or I have to hurt you -
You are not getting the secret out of me Butter~ =)
purrs at her Nami
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You are not getting the secret out of me Butter~ =)
purrs at her Nami
purrs back at her Chrissie
Girls Love is still the best.
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Less purring, more being horrible.
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Silverblade doesn't know how we were being horrible. I don't know if he wants us to be horrible in front of him~
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Silverblade doesn't know how we were being horrible. I don't know if he wants us to be horrible in front of him~
I bet he would laugh at us
remembers, starts giggling
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Confession:
I love your sig Nami. :happy:
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So yeah….I just texted my Dad yesterday to start seeing a therapist.
He's fucked up so much that he's obviously got a problem...on he's had his whole life.
The long and the short of it is I don't think I can be around him anymore until he understands what his problem is.
I'd get into more details, but I've already blurted them out to my closer friends here.
I hope I don't have to fight too hard to get him into the therapist's seat.
Especially since he's the one who tried and make me go see a therapist in the first place. :getlost:
Don't get me wrong, it was good for me, but he'd be a hypocrite if he didn't go.
I guess I'll update as this develops. -
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Sea, I'm a native English speaker and I have never heard the phrase "most of the times".
Edit: Actually, I have, but not in that context.
This. Most of the times? Never heard it used. More people use "At most times" or just "Most of the time".
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I get emotionally attached to a lot of things. Like my TV, my computer, my ring … or even video game characters. I think I already confessed that, but today I got to see that "side" once again.
A little backstory: I'm currently doing a certain Pokémon related challenge. The first and most basic rule is that once a Pokémon is defeated in battle it is dead and must be released. That's already pretty hard to swallow, especially if you've had that little critter around you for very long.
I just lost one today, one that's been with me the longest, for weeks. With a heavy heart I released it.It came back. For those who don't know: This usually doesn't happen. I never saw a Pokémon come back, not even those that knew important HM moves.
It said that it didn't want to leave me, that it was worried about me.
Call me all you want, but that was just … just ... I don't know a suitable word for what that was, but it certainly made me cry! Yes, I cried because of this.
My mom thought I was going crazy (of course), but that's just how bad it can get with my emotional attachment.Also: Yes, it was a bird Pokémon.
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@Nia:
I get emotionally attached to a lot of things. Like my TV, my computer, my ring … or even video game characters. I think I already confessed that, but today I got to see that "side" once again.
A little backstory: I'm currently doing a certain Pokémon related challenge. The first and most basic rule is that once a Pokémon is defeated in battle it is dead and must be released. That's already pretty hard to swallow, especially if you've had that little critter around you for very long.
I just lost one today, one that's been with me the longest, for weeks. With a heavy heart I released it.It came back. For those who don't know: This usually doesn't happen. I never saw a Pokémon come back, not even those that knew important HM moves.
It said that it didn't want to leave me, that it was worried about me.
Call me all you want, but that was just … just ... I don't know a suitable word for what that was, but it certainly made me cry! Yes, I cried because of this.
My mom thought I was going crazy (of course), but that's just how bad it can get with my emotional attachment.Also: Yes, it was a bird Pokémon. http://i54.tinypic.com/2lmaxkw.jpg
What Pokemon was it? And did it actually speak? O_o
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@Badass:
What Pokemon was it? And did it actually speak? O_o
A Pidgeot. A lovely little Pidgeot lvl 93.
Nah, it didn't really speak, but the … uh ... the box it was in/some disembodied "text voice"/the narrator(?!) said it. "AMBER came back! It is worried about you." -
Whoa, didn't know that Poke'mon could come back to you 0.o very interesting touch though! Since what game did they incorporate this kind of thing?
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16 Characters of "Im Dangerous"
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i broke my car :(
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This post is deleted!
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@JERK:
Oh man!!! Are you kidding?? Well at the shitty kind sure, but man, the aforementioned house parties where you're just lounging around at 4 in the morning drunk as hell and chatting are hella emotional. It's always bros talking deep shit and saying stuff like "I LOVE YA MAN, YOUR THE BEST" and drunk bro hugs and shit.
And if da ladies are in the house, there's lots of sultry talkin' and low voices, verbal romancing and what not.Then I'm jealous of the parties you go to, because trust me when I say that some parties can really turn you into cold-hearted fucks. I know from experience.
TRUE FUCKING STORY.
It was New Year's Eve, 2009 (2010 at midnight), and my brother was allowed to have a party at our house that night because our birthday (we're twins, though look absolutely nothing like it because he's 6'8") was the day before which was my day to celebrate becoming 18, and my brother choose New Year's Eve (the following day) as his day to party. However, before my parents left for San Francisco for the night, they of course laid down rules for the party: No Alcohol (lol) and to keep the party only between his close friends (double lol). So my parents left for the night, and, obviously, my brother brought out the alcohol, yadda yadda yadda (Personally, I could care less what he puts into his body). And pretty soon what was originally a party with his friends turned into friends of friends, and then that became friends of friends of friends, and then I'm looking at like 50-60 people in our house, all drinking, smoking, and playing the living shit out of that annoying, degrading ghetto-ass music. At that point, I couldn't control the party anymore, and my brother refused to do anything because he didn't want to look like a bitch in front of his friends, so I held myself up in my room upstairs (where, thankfully, no one was allowed to come).
It was about 10:00 PM when things started to take a turn for the worse. During the course of the party, the sister of my brother's best friend had a little too much to drink (and by that I mean 15 shots of alcohol and a margarita), so her brother and my brother carried her upstairs and laid her down on the futon in the guest bedroom (which is located immediately next to my room) and left her there to "sleep it off". Alone. On her back. Jesus Christ, isn't that what your NOT supposed to do? My brother assured me that everything was fine, so even though I was worried, I too left the matter alone at first. They did come to check up on her about 15 minutes later, and she said she wasn't feeling well at all, before she proceeded to throw up on her own face and hair (because she was laying on her back). At that point, what did her brother and everyone else do? They laughed at her and left. (Did I mention that she was only 15?). Pretty soon, everyone partying downstairs was talking about her and laughing, saying how she looked so stupid before going right back to the party. That was the last time her brother, my brother, or anyone else came up to check up on her. I heard her though, sobbing to herself, alone. She was so drunk she couldn't even move her body at all. Not her arms, not her legs, only her tears. And that's when I decided that I couldn't fucking take it anymore. So what did I do? Let me fucking tell you exactly what I did.
I took a washcloth, soaked it, and began to clean the vomit off her face. I soothed her, told her that it was okay, that I would never laugh at her, that everything would be alright because even if no one else was there for her, I would be. All the while I cleaned the area around her mouth, the chunks out of her tangled black her. And new tears formed from her moist eyes. Tears that no longer held images of misery, but images of happiness. Wonderful tears that someone finally cared, that her life wasn't entirely worthless. She formed the strength to talk to me, told me how, despite being so young, she always drank a lot to ease the pain from seeing her bitter parents always argue and scream at each other; that she didn't want to cause her family anymore pain. When she was finished, I gently told her that if she truly didn't want to bring trouble to her family anymore, then how would their only daughter drinking herself to death make them feel? what kind of grief it would cause them? I told her that she was so young, that there was far, FAR more to life outside of our crappy little town then she could ever imagine; and if she didn't believe me, then she would have to live and find out for herself.
Once I was finished cleaning her up, I brought fresh, new clothes (my clothes) for her to change in, and told her that once she was finished; that I would take her clothes downstairs to the laundry room, to wash and dry clean for her. I was about to leave the room when she told me that she still couldn’t move her body, and asked me to change her. All I asked back was if she trusted me. She said yes. So I helped her remove her shirt and put on one of my T-shirts (Her shirt was the only piece of clothing that was all vomitty). After that, I finally allowed her to get some decent rest while I washed and dried her shirt. (And yes, during all of this, the stupid 50-60 people party was still going strong.) Closer to midnight, I put down some blankets and pillows and slept by her bed; periodically waking her up a little bit to see if she was okay, and if there was anything else I could do for her. It was ‘bout 2:00 in the morning when she finally was able to get back on her feet and the spring back in her step. By then, I had her cleaned clothes ready. After thanking me, she and her brother left the party (the party itself had died down a little and the music was replaced with casual chit-chat). I stayed up a little longer to help my brother clean up the house around 4:00 (the party was over by that point) and then went to bed once all of the people had left. However, there are 2 things from that night which I will never forget.
1. She had a boyfriend. Throughout this entire ordeal that I went through he never ONCE came up to check on her. Not a single time. At least her brother did that much. I’ll never forget seeing him downstairs, chilling with his friends, and actually complaining how much this party sucked, not because he was concerned for the well-being of his girlfriend, but because she vomited on her face, he couldn’t fuck her drunken body that night. Here I was, cleaning her clothes, washing her face, comforting her, everything that he should have been doing as her boyfriend, and he was upset about not FUCKING HER?! DID HE EVEN GIVE TWO-SHITS ABOUT HER HEALTH AT ALL?! Why was I, out of 50 people, the only one who cared about her? Looking back, I sincerely regret not beating the crap out of him right then and there.
2. Back when I was cleaning her face, she told me over and over that I “was the nicest person she had ever met”. But was I really deserving of her praise? Did I really do all of that out of concern for her, or because of the fear that if something happened to her, our family would literally be up shit creek without a paddle? Was I a coward for being more afraid of what would happen to me if she died, rather than afraid for what would happen to her? Even now, I don’t know the answer, and I don’t know if she would have really lived or died if I didn’t interfere; but what I do know is that party be dammed, I was going to make sure it was the former. After she recovered, she told her brother on her way out that although I was helpful, I was annoying because I “did too much”.
Did I?
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You are a great guy!! Keep it up
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Dang Mr. 333, you were pretty much the only respectable person there, from the sound of your story.
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**@333–**No you did not do too much, and her hurtful comment at the end was a result of her embrassment and humiliation. She will probably always act odd around you, and she may never thank you, because you are a living reminder of what she did. Part of that is because she is young, and part of that is because her moral compass if a bit scewed at the moment–given what you know of her, are you surprised? but that doesn't change the fact that what you did was good and decent, no matter the mix of reasons for doing it, and in the end, you may have given her the best chance of getting that moral compass back on track. However, it is out of your hands--whatever she decides or does from here on in is her choice, and you are not responsible for it.
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You didn't necessarily help too much, but from you story you did seem like you were thinking that you were doing this almighty good thing for her, when honestly she was just being a drunk 15 year old. Obviously he BF should have been the one doing what you did, and he's a douche for saying what he did, yadda yadda. But you can't expect too much from chicks that age. The whole "poisoning her body" thing seemed like a little over the top, so she may have been getting the "this guy's weird" vibe as I probably would if someone said that to me and I was 15.
Either way, you did the right thing. Helped a drunk girl who needed someone to make sure she didn't choke on her vomit and help her clean up. But that's kinda it. I was friends with plenty of the 15-year old girls who got too drunk all the time back then, so if she's the kind of girl I think she is, I disagree with buster on the thought that she was embarrassed and humiliated. She might have just been weirded out by some guy caring that much or trying to subtly preach to her about the evils of drinking.
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@333: Stop being so modest. I don't give a damn what your motives were. You did the right thing. No matter what anyone else says, what you did was truly admirable. If you were doing what you did for selfish reasons, you wouldn't have shown half as much concern and empathy. The measures you took for someone you barely even met, that can't really be learned, I don't think. Honestly? I think that if I was in your shoes, I wouldn't have been nearly as compassionate. Thinking seriously, I realize that if it was me, I wouldn't have even thought of it as my business. Tonight, I give you a round of applause.
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Mr. 333, I'm leaning towards eerie's side on this more than anything, but I'm glad you're man enough to not just sit there and do nothing.
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@Mr.333:
Then I'm jealous of the parties you go to, because trust me when I say that some parties can really turn you into cold-hearted fucks. I know from experience.
TRUE FUCKING STORY.
It was New Year's Eve, 2009 (2010 at midnight), and my brother was allowed to have a party at our house that night because our birthday (we're twins, though look absolutely nothing like it because he's 6'8") was the day before which was my day to celebrate becoming 18, and my brother choose New Year's Eve (the following day) as his day to party. However, before my parents left for San Francisco for the night, they of course laid down rules for the party: No Alcohol (lol) and to keep the party only between his close friends (double lol). So my parents left for the night, and, obviously, my brother brought out the alcohol, yadda yadda yadda (Personally, I could care less what he puts into his body). And pretty soon what was originally a party with his friends turned into friends of friends, and then that became friends of friends of friends, and then I'm looking at like 50-60 people in our house, all drinking, smoking, and playing the living shit out of that annoying, degrading ghetto-ass music. At that point, I couldn't control the party anymore, and my brother refused to do anything because he didn't want to look like a bitch in front of his friends, so I held myself up in my room upstairs (where, thankfully, no one was allowed to come).
It was about 10:00 PM when things started to take a turn for the worse. During the course of the party, the sister of my brother's best friend had a little too much to drink (and by that I mean 15 shots of alcohol and a margarita), so her brother and my brother carried her upstairs and laid her down on the futon in the guest bedroom (which is located immediately next to my room) and left her there to "sleep it off". Alone. On her back. Jesus Christ, isn't that what your NOT supposed to do? My brother assured me that everything was fine, so even though I was worried, I too left the matter alone at first. They did come to check up on her about 15 minutes later, and she said she wasn't feeling well at all, before she proceeded to throw up on her own face and hair (because she was laying on her back). At that point, what did her brother and everyone else do? They laughed at her and left. (Did I mention that she was only 15?). Pretty soon, everyone partying downstairs was talking about her and laughing, saying how she looked so stupid before going right back to the party. That was the last time her brother, my brother, or anyone else came up to check up on her. I heard her though, sobbing to herself, alone. She was so drunk she couldn't even move her body at all. Not her arms, not her legs, only her tears. And that's when I decided that I couldn't fucking take it anymore. So what did I do? Let me fucking tell you exactly what I did.
I took a washcloth, soaked it, and began to clean the vomit off her face. I soothed her, told her that it was okay, that I would never laugh at her, that everything would be alright because even if no one else was there for her, I would be. All the while I cleaned the area around her mouth, the chunks out of her tangled black her. And new tears formed from her moist eyes. Tears that no longer held images of misery, but images of happiness. Wonderful tears that someone finally cared, that her life wasn't entirely worthless. She formed the strength to talk to me, told me how, despite being so young, she always drank a lot to ease the pain from seeing her bitter parents always argue and scream at each other; that she didn't want to cause her family anymore pain. When she was finished, I gently told her that if she truly didn't want to bring trouble to her family anymore, then how would their only daughter drinking herself to death make them feel? what kind of grief it would cause them? I told her that she was so young, that there was far, FAR more to life outside of our crappy little town then she could ever imagine; and if she didn't believe me, then she would have to live and find out for herself.
Once I was finished cleaning her up, I brought fresh, new clothes (my clothes) for her to change in, and told her that once she was finished; that I would take her clothes downstairs to the laundry room, to wash and dry clean for her. I was about to leave the room when she told me that she still couldn’t move her body, and asked me to change her. All I asked back was if she trusted me. She said yes. So I helped her remove her shirt and put on one of my T-shirts (Her shirt was the only piece of clothing that was all vomitty). After that, I finally allowed her to get some decent rest while I washed and dried her shirt. (And yes, during all of this, the stupid 50-60 people party was still going strong.) Closer to midnight, I put down some blankets and pillows and slept by her bed; periodically waking her up a little bit to see if she was okay, and if there was anything else I could do for her. It was ‘bout 2:00 in the morning when she finally was able to get back on her feet and the spring back in her step. By then, I had her cleaned clothes ready. After thanking me, she and her brother left the party (the party itself had died down a little and the music was replaced with casual chit-chat). I stayed up a little longer to help my brother clean up the house around 4:00 (the party was over by that point) and then went to bed once all of the people had left. However, there are 2 things from that night which I will never forget.
1. She had a boyfriend. Throughout this entire ordeal that I went through he never ONCE came up to check on her. Not a single time. At least her brother did that much. I’ll never forget seeing him downstairs, chilling with his friends, and actually complaining how much this party sucked, not because he was concerned for the well-being of his girlfriend, but because she vomited on her face, he couldn’t fuck her drunken body that night. Here I was, cleaning her clothes, washing her face, comforting her, everything that he should have been doing as her boyfriend, and he was upset about not FUCKING HER?! DID HE EVEN GIVE TWO-SHITS ABOUT HER HEALTH AT ALL?! Why was I, out of 50 people, the only one who cared about her? Looking back, I sincerely regret not beating the crap out of him right then and there.
2. Back when I was cleaning her face, she told me over and over that I “was the nicest person she had ever met”. But was I really deserving of her praise? Did I really do all of that out of concern for her, or because of the fear that if something happened to her, our family would literally be up shit creek without a paddle? Was I a coward for being more afraid of what would happen to me if she died, rather than afraid for what would happen to her? Even now, I don’t know the answer, and I don’t know if she would have really lived or died if I didn’t interfere; but what I do know is that party be dammed, I was going to make sure it was the former. After she recovered, she told her brother on her way out that although I was helpful, I was annoying because I “did too much”.
Did I?
You know and are related to dicks.
When my best bud collapsed asleep in his parents bed drunk as hell and proceded to piss it, we laughed a bit sure, but we all made sure to carry him out to his own bed and tell him in the morning that he had to clean that bed since his parents were due within hours.
You fill a party with shitty people and you get a shitty party.
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You didn't necessarily help too much, but from you story you did seem like you were thinking that you were doing this almighty good thing for her, when honestly she was just being a drunk 15 year old. Obviously he BF should have been the one doing what you did, and he's a douche for saying what he did, yadda yadda. But you can't expect too much from chicks that age. The whole "poisoning her body" thing seemed like a little over the top, so she may have been getting the "this guy's weird" vibe as I probably would if someone said that to me and I was 15.
Either way, you did the right thing. Helped a drunk girl who needed someone to make sure she didn't choke on her vomit and help her clean up. But that's kinda it. I was friends with plenty of the 15-year old girls who got too drunk all the time back then, so if she's the kind of girl I think she is, I disagree with buster on the thought that she was embarrassed and humiliated. She might have just been weirded out by some guy caring that much or trying to subtly preach to her about the evils of drinking.
ahahahaha, what the fuck is this post. Shut up you moron.
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15 years old Vietnamese don't have sex and drink. Not where I live.
After watching so much American movie, it's still a culture shock.
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More than that.
My mom had a friend whose daughter was kicked out of a friend's car by the friend's mother in Mexico.
"I don't want an American slut in my car!"Blame movies for that one.
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http://www.religioustolerance.org/hom_budd2.htm
http://www.catholica.com.au/forum/index.php?id=44700
I just discovered that from a Buddhist point of view, masturbation is considered sexual misconduct. Meaning, forbidden for Buddhists.
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i think no religion allows it actually … : /