what the hell?

that was all i had to say when i read a certain someone's post in a certain somewhere. the reason why i'm being secretive about who and where is because i don't want him/her knocking on my door, or my face, to be honest. but the person wrote [or pasted, i'm not sure] an essay on sex education... and i don't understand people who agrees on that view. clearly (s)he was lost on what sex education really is... (s)he thought sex education is teaching people the acts of sex! literally! like, what goes where... that kind of stuff. so (s)he was going on and on about how it's something that people don't need to learn, and that even without sex ed, there's still bohjan and bohsia and prostitution... and if sex ed comes into the picture, the bad western ideas will certainly take over! i wanted to laugh, but i didn't. i'm having this terrible sore throat... the essay just wasn't worth the pain. but the thing that got me the most was the fact that (s)he was using a certain club's name as a handle. but at the same time (s)he was preaching. and (s)he got his facts wrong. sex education is about educating people about sex; it's risks, the steps you should take to prevent any accidents from happening, about reproduction... not literally teach people about the functions of your... uhh... member! aiyoh. heart attack la like this.

just to make things clear, i don't usually do this. when people say something somewhere, i don't go to my own blog or whatever space and diss the other party. i got that once from someone who couldn't understand why i have to write down my favorite books' names on my old blog [yeah i know... silly, ain't it?]... but this. my thoughts probably costs a lot less then 20 cents, but at least they're not misleading.

okay. gonna go get myself some zzz's. valentine's day is in 2 days time, by the way... but my man will be celebrating with his officemates at the beaches in bali. jealousy reigns supreme in mira. until he comes back. on the 20th. ~sigh~ 2 years of long distance mira... and you can't handle 8 days? sheesh. well to be honest, it's not the fact that he'd be away that kills me... it's just that... well, to put it simply... I WANNA GO TOO! :( bali la wei... mesti layan giler.