Qing's tape 1, Side B
Dra.Yen: What do you want to be when you grown up?
Qing: (sounding annoyed) Stop asking me questions like I am five years old.
Dra.Yen: Sorry. What is your ambition in life, Qing?
Qing: To be the President of this country.
Dra.Yen: Excuse me? To be what?
Qing: To be not deaf like you.
Dra.Yen: (chuckling) Ah teenagers with angst.
Qing: (sighing) I don't have angst...you know what, never mind. I want to be the President of this country.
Dra.Yen: Why?
Qing: Because I think it's a challenging job. It will occupy my mind. I don't like thinking too deeply about myself and my problem with my emotions. It leads me to doing things like...
Dra.Yen: Like hurting yourself.
Qing: Yeah. So I want to have a challenging job. Running a business empire is in my blood, so I will be natural at it. Not enough challenge. Running a whole country, on the other hand...
Dra.Yen: Will be challenging.
Qing: I hope.
Dra.Yen: I see.
Silence
Dra.Yen: Do you have friends at your school?
Qing: Sure. I call them friends but I also don't care much for them. I don't even hang out with them that much.
Dra.Yen: Why not?
Qing: They are boring. They whine.
Dra.Yen: You don't like whiny people?
Qing: I don't know. I don't find it irritating. I just let them all pass in my ear. Not giving a care.
Dra.Yen: I see. What about your cousins?
Qing: What about them?
Dra.Yen: (patient tone) Can you tell me something about them?
Qing: Yal Li is nine years younger than me. Pele is thirteen years younger than me. He is only three. Basically a baby.
Dra.Yen: And...anything else?
Qing: (confuse) What else can I tell you about them?
Dra.Yen: What do you feel about them?
Qing: What should I feel about them?
Dra.Yen: (sighing) Nevermind. (Paper rustling sound) Your grandparents, how do you feel about them?
Qing: What should I feel about them?
Silence as that answer lingered in the air.
Dra.Yen: Your parents. What do you feel about them?
Qing: I don't know.
Dra.Yen: Why don't you know, they are your parents.
Qing: Should I feel something for them just because they are my parents?
Dra.Yen: (a bit flustered) I...I don't think so. I...okay...
Qing: Are you really a psychologist? Where did you graduated? When? Where and when did you get your license?
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Bed Partners
FanfictionA story of a guy and the man he is regularly sleeping with. They are fuck buddies. (Warning: It's racy. Sexual terms and words might be repeatedly said. Don't say I didn't warn you.)