You are the one who seem to let your body rule your mind. If that's what being grown up means then please leave me behind.

I remember this line from Aspects of Love. Where little Jenny told Alex that if being grown up means trading in love for sex (she discovered his fling with Jiulietta) , then he should very well let her go.

I thought about this line after going down with 2 of my married colleagues to do some offsite testing which is horrendous, but that's another story. Anyway, I hear quite a few jokes, indirect references to sex... etc. Actually there's nothing overly raunchy and I guess they did try to tone down cos' I was there. But maybe I'm tired. But I feel slightly sick. Sick of men. Sick of the word horny. Sick of people talking about sex. Just... sick. I've nothing against talking about sex. I mean... sometimes conversation topics related to sex are very interesting. As in the recent one I had about AIDS. How come only those third world country ppl seems to be dying like flies from AIDS and not Hollywood stars. I mean... can condom really do sooooo much?! Or maybe US has already discovered the magic formula against AIDs but they are only dispensing it out to hollywood stars... Or about my friend's friend who is named Harry Kwok with chinese name Yit Chin. I mean... these are funny.... and interesting.

Argh, I don't know... sometimes a male environment is so suffocating. I can't breathe. Just want to get out. Get away from guys in tshirt and belted jeans who talk loudly. Get away from listening to weird sex jokes or bikini babes or FHM or RPG online games. Just want to get away. I'm fond of my loud talking team mates and I know they have been very nice to me. Sometimes they make me smile... but sometimes... sometimes they make me wonder why people get married in the first place if all guys are like that...

If that's what being grown up means, then please leave me behind.