Dailies

Life is not the same when you have responsibilities to deal with. Juggling studies and work can really keep you on your toes.

Later days.

Some retard had to utter most cheek to ask me,

"You're a fan of sab is it?"
"Everytime you blog you mention her in it."

What did I reply? I didn't reply. Why bother going into a conversation that didn't make sense to begin with?

Fan or friend - it's really a fine line.

Since April 11 till today, which is May. Schedules has forbidden me to commit myself to what we all call - blogging.

I'm not here to write my life story for the past month, rather I'm just dropping a note to say that "hey I am still alive". For as long as that may last.

Now, to get into the topic - Blogger's Treat: Are you hungy?

Without further ado, let's watch Episode 1:

We live for sex, and we definitely live in a city. At least for most of us that spend half our time logged on to Facebook.

Why am I even talking about this ridiculous topic anyway? In a way, I have to say it's the upcoming move that stirred a little thought into the topic. And I have to say the babes could use some work on their get up.

I've not been blogging quite as much as I should. There are dozens of reasons, but the only one I'm going to give is - Reality.

Reality strikes us when we look at our bills and say, god bless me. Too much credit card usage has burden my shoulders in the recent days. And I'm a guy for crying out loud.

Do not ponder why I've not been writing much. Life sometimes reaches a stage when individuals, like myself, just can't seem to cope with what they have been coping with, every other day.

In other words. I've been busy. Guy stuff. (Non-female issues if you really must know.)

The reason for my sudden return? A bitch who works at Informatics that apparently pissed dear Princessa whom, if I may add, can be quite annoying when in a unpleasant mood.

Before I tell the tale, lets discuss a bit about Princessa first.

I'm sure if you're reading this pathetic excuse for a blog of mine, you'd probably know Princessa already.

After the whole 3 dates for Valentine's episode, things had not been the way it used to be.

I can't seem to get myself out of women trouble some times. Now it seems I have 3, which makes a crowd, to handle. And trust me babes, it is not an easy ride.

Nice bed times stories nonetheless but not daytime adventures to look forward to.

What happened on Valentine's Day?

Having a girlfriend while still going on dates can be quite tiring at times.

During gatherings I have to bring my genuine girlfriend. On the other hand when the other girls call, I've to tell her that she's just a friend.

Lying? Hardly.

The other girls are just friends just that there's no way I can let my girlfriend know that I'm going on dates with them too.

This is why being attached is such a pain.

Whoever said that I wanted a girlfriend anyway?

I haven't been writing much about my 'experiences' lately, so here's one.

The other day, a girlfriend of mine came back from overseas with DVDs and one of them was Bratz a movie about 4 teenage girls engaging their new life in a new school?

She came over to my place to watch the DVDs, supposedly.

Sadly, that's not all she came for it seemed. And I didn't know that until it was a little too late.

We climbed into my oversize bed that was meant for more then one. (What'd ya expecting?) And played the DVD as per planned. What happened next, well... You get the hint.

It's intentional, 'off' not 'of'.

Still, do I look like I'd mind?

Here's the story.

A couple of the guys and I went for a pedicure. (Not something I would do on a regular basis but the owner is young, cute and according to reputation, easy.)

I know having a pedicure and everything sound extremely gay, but the destruction of my image is worthwhile when we're talking about a free chick treat.

Her name is Josie, she owns the shop.

It took a little effort, but it worked out of course. Soon after, we went on a so-called date with a friend of mine, her boyfriend, Josie and of course me.

Yes, HER BOYFRIEND, and I only found out after we made out, in front of him.

Did I get 'beaten up'?

For a guy like me, I'd say that I'd probably not need any of those 'Custom Writing service' out there in the market.

But then again, that's only because I'd be caught dead before actually writing a dissertation or anything like that.

I mean I'm not exactly a student anymore and writing isn't part of my career. (Wealth does somewhat help with all the un-necessary 'labor'.)

Nonetheless, back during my school days, I do have a little bit of problems when it comes to school research papers.

You would think that since I like blogging I'd excel in almost anything to do with writing. But you're so wrong.