It's been just under a month since my last post. No. I didn't die. Haha. I'm currently on my college break, and I'm just chilling out playing video games. Playing some LoL and Minecraft while listening to music is a good way to kill time. Speaking of LoL, I finally got back into jungling. Mainly Yi and Malphite.
Apart from gaming, I've been going out on my usual Saturday outing. Meeting new people and what-not. To my luck, there was a fireworks show at Darling Harbour in celebration of Easter. My mate was being a smartass and dared me to talk to a random girl and say "On a scale of 1 to 10, how romantic is this?" I actually did, which gave the group a good laugh. I was surprised when the girl told me she was a lesbian, so that blew me out of the set.
I guess this is just a quick update to let any readers know that I'm still around. I'm just on break and I feel like chilling out. I only have break for another week. For now though, peace.
Wednesday 11 April 2012
Wednesday 14 March 2012
The Increasing Chances of a 'Want'
In a previous post, I talked about an old friend and her girlfriend. And in another one of my posts, I talked about my ideal/perfect girl. I guess I should've made a point about how my friend's girlfriend closely fits the criteria stated within my ideal/perfect girl post.
For the purpose of making this understandable, I'll get into the back story for a bit. But I'll do it in a brief way.
I dated a girl back when I was 14.
We broke up after a few months and didn't talk to each other for a few years. September, 2011 comes around, and a friend of hers tells me she wanted to talk to me, so she gave me her number. I'm thinking: ok, cool.
After a few days of talking, we practically become good friends. To the sense that she becomes my girlbestfriend type of thing.
One day, she asks me what I plan to do after high school. And I tell her about the college I plan to go to. She's surprised. "OMG! My girlfriend goes there!". At the time, I was pretty much like "What the-. You have a girlfriend? You're a lesbian?".
I told her I had to go to the college for my interview, and she then brought up the idea that her girlfriend could give me a lift home. Her girlfriend agreed. I did my interview and waited for her class to finish. The ride home was about 30-40 minutes. And that consisted of talking (obviously). As we talk, I realised, this girl is practically my ideal girl. She plays games. She dances. She has a boyish style of fashion. She's boyish in general. And her personality is awesome.
Of course, I have standards and I know my limits. She is already taken. By a best friend too. She's out of play.
Two months later, shit happens between my girlbestfriend and I. To put it briefly, we're now enemies.
2012 comes around and I'm well underway in my course. And you can pretty much assume that I get to see my ex-girl-bestfriend's girlfriend (such a long acknowledgment). Yes. I still have standards now. So I know what parameters I'm held in. I catch my ex-girlbestfriend on Skype one day and I decide to talk to her. She got really pissed off. How did I know? Her friend came up to me on Skype and said "I think you should stop talking to her and anyone related to her." Of course she was referring to her girlfriend that I got to see at College. She told me I was also apparently causing shit between them.
. . .
I saw my ex-girlbestfriend's girlfriend today. She comes up and gives me a hug (that's how we usually greet each other), though I notice she holds on a tad longer. Something is different about her. Her eyes are reddening. They appear watery. She looked like she was gonna cry at any moment. I ask her about the situation. She insists everything was ok but that her life was in a bit of a mess. We talk while I walk her to her car and said my goodbye.
This is where I start to feel guilty. I start imagining us together and what it would be like. I further reinforce this imagination by thinking about the increasing chances of such a thing happening. The fact that she's going through a rough part in her relationship wasn't helping either. More and more, I thought about the possibilities of 'us' and it was eating me up inside.
Ah. NLP; how you ruin me.
For the purpose of making this understandable, I'll get into the back story for a bit. But I'll do it in a brief way.
I dated a girl back when I was 14.
We broke up after a few months and didn't talk to each other for a few years. September, 2011 comes around, and a friend of hers tells me she wanted to talk to me, so she gave me her number. I'm thinking: ok, cool.
After a few days of talking, we practically become good friends. To the sense that she becomes my girlbestfriend type of thing.
One day, she asks me what I plan to do after high school. And I tell her about the college I plan to go to. She's surprised. "OMG! My girlfriend goes there!". At the time, I was pretty much like "What the-. You have a girlfriend? You're a lesbian?".
I told her I had to go to the college for my interview, and she then brought up the idea that her girlfriend could give me a lift home. Her girlfriend agreed. I did my interview and waited for her class to finish. The ride home was about 30-40 minutes. And that consisted of talking (obviously). As we talk, I realised, this girl is practically my ideal girl. She plays games. She dances. She has a boyish style of fashion. She's boyish in general. And her personality is awesome.
Of course, I have standards and I know my limits. She is already taken. By a best friend too. She's out of play.
Two months later, shit happens between my girlbestfriend and I. To put it briefly, we're now enemies.
2012 comes around and I'm well underway in my course. And you can pretty much assume that I get to see my ex-girl-bestfriend's girlfriend (such a long acknowledgment). Yes. I still have standards now. So I know what parameters I'm held in. I catch my ex-girlbestfriend on Skype one day and I decide to talk to her. She got really pissed off. How did I know? Her friend came up to me on Skype and said "I think you should stop talking to her and anyone related to her." Of course she was referring to her girlfriend that I got to see at College. She told me I was also apparently causing shit between them.
. . .
I saw my ex-girlbestfriend's girlfriend today. She comes up and gives me a hug (that's how we usually greet each other), though I notice she holds on a tad longer. Something is different about her. Her eyes are reddening. They appear watery. She looked like she was gonna cry at any moment. I ask her about the situation. She insists everything was ok but that her life was in a bit of a mess. We talk while I walk her to her car and said my goodbye.
This is where I start to feel guilty. I start imagining us together and what it would be like. I further reinforce this imagination by thinking about the increasing chances of such a thing happening. The fact that she's going through a rough part in her relationship wasn't helping either. More and more, I thought about the possibilities of 'us' and it was eating me up inside.
Ah. NLP; how you ruin me.
Kimochi-ii
I'm sure you all know I trek out to the city every Saturday to sarge (pick up girls). And the previous Saturday was fun as usual.
The planned meet-up time was at 11am. I easily killed that by 3 hours. I woke up late and on top of that, I wanted to have a decent breakfast. When I finally did make it to the city. The guys that were already there were telling me about what happened. They were sarging at Central station. It was set-rich according to them and they were approaching left, right and center. There was an old lady sitting nearby them and after about 20 minutes, she thought they were dealing drugs and/or harassing women and called the cops. Cops came and pretty much interrogated them. Got their details down and everything. It killed the next few hours for them. One guys even left early because he took it in pretty bad. This created a bad vibe and energy within the group and eventually the whole group was doing shit.
That didn't matter though. We picked it up later in the day and turned out to be a fun night. First off, one of the guys in our group opened a single set and ended up getting an instant date with her. While that was going down, me and the rest of the group decided to head off deeper into the city. We still couldn't muster the energy to open on our own will, so we took it upon ourselves to start up a Round-Robin. To put it briefly, it's a game where the group will point out a set, and you HAVE to open. It's a fun game and always works in getting the ball rolling. So a few hours of that and we're feeling pretty good. Off to World Square we go.
The guys open a few sets. I eventually spot a 2-set walking. They were dressed up and looked fine. I come alongside them and I make sure I grabbed their attention before I say anything. One of them look my way and I open. Before I go into the transcript, I'll make a point. A majority of what you say actually comes from your body. According to statistics (which I'm not too sure is exactly correct), 80% of what you say alone is from your body language. And this is something that's been occupying my mind lately when I go out sarging. Anyway. Here's how it went down.
Me: "Hey guys. My friend just dared me to talk to you guys at least 2 minutes. And if I don't, I lose $20."
They smile. At which point, I knew I was in.
Her: "Ok."
Me: "I'm Victor." [Extends hand]
They introduce themselves with Japanese names, so I take the opportunity and use it as a a conversational thread. I inquire a bit about them. After a bit more chatter, one of my wingmen comes in. I introduce him. He knew which one my target was, so he tended to the other girl. We talked for a bit and my target asked us if we could recommend them some good clubs. They told us they were planning to go grab a bite at Star Bar and then head off clubbing.
Me: "You guys get sick of Asian food or something?"
They laughed and my wingman jumps in.
Him: "Do you guys like Kimuchi?"
Of course he had the wrong name and they corrected him on it actually being 'Kimchi', and that it's Korean and not Japanese. We split the set and talk furthermore. Then my target turns around and says to my wingman: "Oh sorry. She doesn't speak English very well." She then asked us if we knew any Japanese. My friend didn't, but I tried the best I could.
Me: "I know 'arigatou'. And uh, kimochi."
They both looked at me and gave this intriguing smile wondering if I actually knew what I was talking about. I knew that I was stepping into sexual-innuendo territory.
Me: "Kimochi-ii."
They both cracked up and my target playfully slapped her friend on the shoulder and said something in Japanese. Heh. It was my first time trying sexual innuendo, and it was in another language! It worked out in my favor and I was glad. We walked them to Star Bar. I shoot for the number-close and get it. This next part threw me off a fair bit. Usually when I get the number, I save it into my contacts and put my phone away. After she said something to her friend, she looked back at me and said "Have you called me yet?" I was confused. I thought to myself: did I really build this much rapport with her? I guess I did, because I called her, I followed with "Hey. I think you're really cute and I'd love something to remember you by. Would it be ok with you to grab a photo?" She agreed. We got a random to take the photo and then we bid adieú. I wouldn't mind seeing them again sometime. Too bad they were much older than me. Specifically speaking, they were 26 and 31. And they didn't know my age. :P
We crossed the road and as we were talking amongst ourselves while walking, I spot this 3-set of cute Asians. We walked past them a fair bit and eventually I was like "Fuck it" and walked back and opened them with my wingman.
Me: "Hey guys. Quick question. Me and my friend here were in a bet, and he lost. Now I can't think of a good dare for him to do. But you guys seem like fun, what do you recommend?"
They all give their input, at which point I say.
Me: "Haha, you guys are cool. What are your names?" and I extend my hand.
The interaction went really well. We have this rule. The rule is: If there are more girls than guys, anyone else can come in to match the numbers. So, 3 girls, and 2 guys. And another one enters. We split the set up. One girl each and I was doing really well with my target. Ten minutes of conversation pass and I ask:
Me: [Smiles] "Has it been long enough to do the number thing?" [Pulls out phone]
Her: [Smiles] Sorry. I don't give my number out to randoms. But I'll let you add me on Facebook."
Me: "Fair enough. What was your name again?"
Her: "Ok, I lied. My name isn't actually Sarah. It's Sissy."
This brought up another conversational thread. We ended up talking for another 10 minutes and I'm like: "You know what. I think you're a pretty genuine girl. Let's play a game. If you lose, you owe me your number." She laughs and agrees. I go into my 5-Lies game routine. And of course, she lost. So she gives me her number. I felt good because it was the first time I ever took the courage to work around a resistance. And I succeeded. Twenty more minutes of conversation and I eventually tell them we have to go. I give her a hug, but instead of letting go, I hold her there for a few seconds while I whisper in her ear. I could hear friends giggling away on the side. After my 'intimate' ear-whispering, I see her cheek there and think to myself: I'm already here... Might as well... And I peck her on the cheek. Look her in the eyes and then peck her on the right cheek and left cheek again. It was a good interaction. I absolutely enjoyed myself. My wingman was kind of annoyed though. He was actually starting to fall for his target, and then he finds out she's already taken. Unlucky.
I'm satisfied with the length of this post. So I'll leave it as it is. The night was great.
The planned meet-up time was at 11am. I easily killed that by 3 hours. I woke up late and on top of that, I wanted to have a decent breakfast. When I finally did make it to the city. The guys that were already there were telling me about what happened. They were sarging at Central station. It was set-rich according to them and they were approaching left, right and center. There was an old lady sitting nearby them and after about 20 minutes, she thought they were dealing drugs and/or harassing women and called the cops. Cops came and pretty much interrogated them. Got their details down and everything. It killed the next few hours for them. One guys even left early because he took it in pretty bad. This created a bad vibe and energy within the group and eventually the whole group was doing shit.
That didn't matter though. We picked it up later in the day and turned out to be a fun night. First off, one of the guys in our group opened a single set and ended up getting an instant date with her. While that was going down, me and the rest of the group decided to head off deeper into the city. We still couldn't muster the energy to open on our own will, so we took it upon ourselves to start up a Round-Robin. To put it briefly, it's a game where the group will point out a set, and you HAVE to open. It's a fun game and always works in getting the ball rolling. So a few hours of that and we're feeling pretty good. Off to World Square we go.
The guys open a few sets. I eventually spot a 2-set walking. They were dressed up and looked fine. I come alongside them and I make sure I grabbed their attention before I say anything. One of them look my way and I open. Before I go into the transcript, I'll make a point. A majority of what you say actually comes from your body. According to statistics (which I'm not too sure is exactly correct), 80% of what you say alone is from your body language. And this is something that's been occupying my mind lately when I go out sarging. Anyway. Here's how it went down.
Me: "Hey guys. My friend just dared me to talk to you guys at least 2 minutes. And if I don't, I lose $20."
They smile. At which point, I knew I was in.
Her: "Ok."
Me: "I'm Victor." [Extends hand]
They introduce themselves with Japanese names, so I take the opportunity and use it as a a conversational thread. I inquire a bit about them. After a bit more chatter, one of my wingmen comes in. I introduce him. He knew which one my target was, so he tended to the other girl. We talked for a bit and my target asked us if we could recommend them some good clubs. They told us they were planning to go grab a bite at Star Bar and then head off clubbing.
Me: "You guys get sick of Asian food or something?"
They laughed and my wingman jumps in.
Him: "Do you guys like Kimuchi?"
Of course he had the wrong name and they corrected him on it actually being 'Kimchi', and that it's Korean and not Japanese. We split the set and talk furthermore. Then my target turns around and says to my wingman: "Oh sorry. She doesn't speak English very well." She then asked us if we knew any Japanese. My friend didn't, but I tried the best I could.
Me: "I know 'arigatou'. And uh, kimochi."
They both looked at me and gave this intriguing smile wondering if I actually knew what I was talking about. I knew that I was stepping into sexual-innuendo territory.
Me: "Kimochi-ii."
They both cracked up and my target playfully slapped her friend on the shoulder and said something in Japanese. Heh. It was my first time trying sexual innuendo, and it was in another language! It worked out in my favor and I was glad. We walked them to Star Bar. I shoot for the number-close and get it. This next part threw me off a fair bit. Usually when I get the number, I save it into my contacts and put my phone away. After she said something to her friend, she looked back at me and said "Have you called me yet?" I was confused. I thought to myself: did I really build this much rapport with her? I guess I did, because I called her, I followed with "Hey. I think you're really cute and I'd love something to remember you by. Would it be ok with you to grab a photo?" She agreed. We got a random to take the photo and then we bid adieú. I wouldn't mind seeing them again sometime. Too bad they were much older than me. Specifically speaking, they were 26 and 31. And they didn't know my age. :P
We crossed the road and as we were talking amongst ourselves while walking, I spot this 3-set of cute Asians. We walked past them a fair bit and eventually I was like "Fuck it" and walked back and opened them with my wingman.
Me: "Hey guys. Quick question. Me and my friend here were in a bet, and he lost. Now I can't think of a good dare for him to do. But you guys seem like fun, what do you recommend?"
They all give their input, at which point I say.
Me: "Haha, you guys are cool. What are your names?" and I extend my hand.
The interaction went really well. We have this rule. The rule is: If there are more girls than guys, anyone else can come in to match the numbers. So, 3 girls, and 2 guys. And another one enters. We split the set up. One girl each and I was doing really well with my target. Ten minutes of conversation pass and I ask:
Me: [Smiles] "Has it been long enough to do the number thing?" [Pulls out phone]
Her: [Smiles] Sorry. I don't give my number out to randoms. But I'll let you add me on Facebook."
Me: "Fair enough. What was your name again?"
Her: "Ok, I lied. My name isn't actually Sarah. It's Sissy."
This brought up another conversational thread. We ended up talking for another 10 minutes and I'm like: "You know what. I think you're a pretty genuine girl. Let's play a game. If you lose, you owe me your number." She laughs and agrees. I go into my 5-Lies game routine. And of course, she lost. So she gives me her number. I felt good because it was the first time I ever took the courage to work around a resistance. And I succeeded. Twenty more minutes of conversation and I eventually tell them we have to go. I give her a hug, but instead of letting go, I hold her there for a few seconds while I whisper in her ear. I could hear friends giggling away on the side. After my 'intimate' ear-whispering, I see her cheek there and think to myself: I'm already here... Might as well... And I peck her on the cheek. Look her in the eyes and then peck her on the right cheek and left cheek again. It was a good interaction. I absolutely enjoyed myself. My wingman was kind of annoyed though. He was actually starting to fall for his target, and then he finds out she's already taken. Unlucky.
I'm satisfied with the length of this post. So I'll leave it as it is. The night was great.
Monday 12 March 2012
She looked legal as hell!
Specifically speaking, I'm referring to my Saturday outing last week, and not the one that just passed. It was Mardi Gra here in Australia; me and the usual group were out sarging. We walked past Galaxy World by Town Hall station when I saw a 2-set of Asians. Hot as fuck for sure. They were a bit small in terms of height, but hey, most Asian girls are. So I nudge one of my wingmen and I tell him to open. At first, I just wanted to see him open. I didn't expect myself to come in and wing. But that - I did.
I come in.
Me: "Oh hey, Josh. How you been? Who are your new friends?"
Him: "I don't know. They haven't told me yet."
Me: "Well, what are your names, guys?"
They introduce themselves and we talk briefly until I feel a lull in the conversation. I cut the interaction short and transition to the number close.
Me: "I know we only just met, but we really have to get going. Give us your numbers and we'll grab a coffee sometime."
And so they did. It was a quick number-close. But it was our first one of the day. We had yet to warm up. Just to break the speed of the post for a moment, I'll tell you about the texts following that night. We had a few back-and-forth texts going and I eventually find out she's only 15. I look back on that night and think to myself: "She looked hella legal. Jailbait for sure." And I saw a few pictures uploaded on her FB. She has a well-developed body and a fashion sense that screams "All the guys want this."
Back on speed. We walked around some more and decided to check out the Mardi Gra parade. We get to a crossing when I spot a 3-set to our left. Asians. Again, hot as hell. I notify my friend of them and he says he'll open when we cross the road. Cross the road. He opens. He picks his target and I go and occupy the other two.
Me: [Smile] Hi. I'm Victor.
Her: [Surprised/intrigued look] Didn't... Didn't we meet before?
Me: [Slightly confused now] Really?
Her: Yeh! Outside Galaxy World!
Me: Oh haha, what a surprise.
I think to myself: "Well... Shit." and I tell my wingman to eject. I tell him why I wanted him to eject and he just cracked up. And we continued on to the park near the parade. We spot this 2-set of hot Blondes. My friend opens first, and I see him ever so subtlety stand in between them and put his arms around their waists. I come in.
Apparently they were looking for something called the Fountain. She was obviously intoxicated to some extent and had trouble walking.
Me: "Do you need help walking?"
Her: "Haha, no. I'm ok."
Me: "Bullshit you are."
And I picked her up and carried her around. And it was funny because as I was doing that, there other guys trying to hit on her and she was literally telling them to "Fuck off". We eventually never got around to finding the Fountain and we were getting bored. So we went off back to our group and proceeded to the parade itself. It just finished. But we ended up walking up the street where the parade was held. On the way back, I see this lone Asian girl walking alongside me. I say to my friend: "There's a single set over there if you want it." He replies "Nah, you can take it if you want."
I look at her and say "Why are you by yourself?" with a warm, welcoming smile. My smile is met with a smile of her own, and we ended up talking for a good 5 minutes as we walked down the street. Turns out she's studying at a Uni close by to my college. So I said "Hey, seeing as you're so close to me, we should grab a coffee during our break sometime." She agrees and hands me her number.
Fast forward a few more hours in the night. We're on the Darling Harbour bridge. We're sitting down looking for potential sets to open. It was already 2am, so pedestrian traffic was dying down. Though I did spot these cute Blonde girls walking behind me. They had their heels in their hands and were walking bare foot. I couldn't think of anything to say, but as they got within proximity of me, I open with a situational opener.
Me: "Why don't you guys just wear your heels?"
Girl1: [Stops walking and I see a smirk roll across her face] Do you know how painful these are?
Me: "I'd assume a lot. [Gets up, smiles] But I can carry you if you like."
They both laugh.
Girl1: No. I'm alright.
I start walking with them to their hotel while we're conversing. And then one of my wingmen comes in and I introduce him. We practically talked to them for about 40 minutes. To my surprise, they were both 26 and married. It was a fun interaction nonetheless. And I enjoyed myself. We called it a night after that.
I come in.
Me: "Oh hey, Josh. How you been? Who are your new friends?"
Him: "I don't know. They haven't told me yet."
Me: "Well, what are your names, guys?"
They introduce themselves and we talk briefly until I feel a lull in the conversation. I cut the interaction short and transition to the number close.
Me: "I know we only just met, but we really have to get going. Give us your numbers and we'll grab a coffee sometime."
And so they did. It was a quick number-close. But it was our first one of the day. We had yet to warm up. Just to break the speed of the post for a moment, I'll tell you about the texts following that night. We had a few back-and-forth texts going and I eventually find out she's only 15. I look back on that night and think to myself: "She looked hella legal. Jailbait for sure." And I saw a few pictures uploaded on her FB. She has a well-developed body and a fashion sense that screams "All the guys want this."
Back on speed. We walked around some more and decided to check out the Mardi Gra parade. We get to a crossing when I spot a 3-set to our left. Asians. Again, hot as hell. I notify my friend of them and he says he'll open when we cross the road. Cross the road. He opens. He picks his target and I go and occupy the other two.
Me: [Smile] Hi. I'm Victor.
Her: [Surprised/intrigued look] Didn't... Didn't we meet before?
Me: [Slightly confused now] Really?
Her: Yeh! Outside Galaxy World!
Me: Oh haha, what a surprise.
I think to myself: "Well... Shit." and I tell my wingman to eject. I tell him why I wanted him to eject and he just cracked up. And we continued on to the park near the parade. We spot this 2-set of hot Blondes. My friend opens first, and I see him ever so subtlety stand in between them and put his arms around their waists. I come in.
Apparently they were looking for something called the Fountain. She was obviously intoxicated to some extent and had trouble walking.
Me: "Do you need help walking?"
Her: "Haha, no. I'm ok."
Me: "Bullshit you are."
And I picked her up and carried her around. And it was funny because as I was doing that, there other guys trying to hit on her and she was literally telling them to "Fuck off". We eventually never got around to finding the Fountain and we were getting bored. So we went off back to our group and proceeded to the parade itself. It just finished. But we ended up walking up the street where the parade was held. On the way back, I see this lone Asian girl walking alongside me. I say to my friend: "There's a single set over there if you want it." He replies "Nah, you can take it if you want."
I look at her and say "Why are you by yourself?" with a warm, welcoming smile. My smile is met with a smile of her own, and we ended up talking for a good 5 minutes as we walked down the street. Turns out she's studying at a Uni close by to my college. So I said "Hey, seeing as you're so close to me, we should grab a coffee during our break sometime." She agrees and hands me her number.
Fast forward a few more hours in the night. We're on the Darling Harbour bridge. We're sitting down looking for potential sets to open. It was already 2am, so pedestrian traffic was dying down. Though I did spot these cute Blonde girls walking behind me. They had their heels in their hands and were walking bare foot. I couldn't think of anything to say, but as they got within proximity of me, I open with a situational opener.
Me: "Why don't you guys just wear your heels?"
Girl1: [Stops walking and I see a smirk roll across her face] Do you know how painful these are?
Me: "I'd assume a lot. [Gets up, smiles] But I can carry you if you like."
They both laugh.
Girl1: No. I'm alright.
I start walking with them to their hotel while we're conversing. And then one of my wingmen comes in and I introduce him. We practically talked to them for about 40 minutes. To my surprise, they were both 26 and married. It was a fun interaction nonetheless. And I enjoyed myself. We called it a night after that.
Monday 5 March 2012
MIA?
I believe this is the longest I've gone (so far) without posting something. I've been a bit busy.
Just a few things I'll say for now in this 'update' post. Headed out to the city to celebrate Mardi Gra, and I'll be writing a post on that night later. I also have a new phone. (Yay). Samsung Galaxy S2. And it's being a bitch to root. If someone could help me with the whole root process, I'd be grateful.
Just a few things I'll say for now in this 'update' post. Headed out to the city to celebrate Mardi Gra, and I'll be writing a post on that night later. I also have a new phone. (Yay). Samsung Galaxy S2. And it's being a bitch to root. If someone could help me with the whole root process, I'd be grateful.
Thursday 1 March 2012
Excuse me while I pick up all the f**ks I give.
Here's the back story:
I dated a girl back in Year 8 (14 years of age). We broke up after about four months. During September last year, she started talking to me again. A strong connection was built between us within that month and we became best friends. Her and her friend. My ex even introduced me to her girlfriend (she's bi), who I found out attended the same college I was going to.
Now most of you guys already know that I'm a hardcore gamer. Fast forward two months from then; I'm currently playing a game of LoL. I hear the Skype noises going off. It's them talking. As usual. I wasn't too bothered on joining in on the conversation. Nor was I bothered the past few days. I go through the messages to see what's going on.
"Where's Wrecked?"
"Oh probably off playing games."
[more chatter]
"He doesn't appreciate us..."
The next day, I find myself kicked out of the Skype chat. I knew they were pissed at me. I didn't care. I was glad I didn't have to commit to them anymore. Being associated with them involved too much drama. For a guy (especially one like me - someone that actually listens to a girl's problems), it's stressing.
I started my college course four weeks ago. I got to see my ex's girlfriend every week. Since my ex hated my guts, she didn't approve of me and her girlfriend being friends. After returning home from college, I log on to Skype. A few minutes later, I see my ex log on. Just for the sake of catching up, I open a chat and say "Hi." This seemed to enrage her because one of her friends whom is a close friend of mine, initiated a conversation with me straight after.
"(My name), as a third person with no personal interest in the matter... I think you should refrain from speaking to and about Anon1, Anon2 and anything related to them. I've never seen her this upset, I'm worried."
Oh, my ex is getting pissed? Excuse me while I pick up all the f**cks I give.
Apparently I was causing problems between my ex and her girlfriend. Because I have morals, I'll respect their relationship and limit my interaction with her girlfriend.
Drama... I tend to stay away from it.
Word of advice - do the same.
I dated a girl back in Year 8 (14 years of age). We broke up after about four months. During September last year, she started talking to me again. A strong connection was built between us within that month and we became best friends. Her and her friend. My ex even introduced me to her girlfriend (she's bi), who I found out attended the same college I was going to.
Now most of you guys already know that I'm a hardcore gamer. Fast forward two months from then; I'm currently playing a game of LoL. I hear the Skype noises going off. It's them talking. As usual. I wasn't too bothered on joining in on the conversation. Nor was I bothered the past few days. I go through the messages to see what's going on.
"Where's Wrecked?"
"Oh probably off playing games."
[more chatter]
"He doesn't appreciate us..."
The next day, I find myself kicked out of the Skype chat. I knew they were pissed at me. I didn't care. I was glad I didn't have to commit to them anymore. Being associated with them involved too much drama. For a guy (especially one like me - someone that actually listens to a girl's problems), it's stressing.
I started my college course four weeks ago. I got to see my ex's girlfriend every week. Since my ex hated my guts, she didn't approve of me and her girlfriend being friends. After returning home from college, I log on to Skype. A few minutes later, I see my ex log on. Just for the sake of catching up, I open a chat and say "Hi." This seemed to enrage her because one of her friends whom is a close friend of mine, initiated a conversation with me straight after.
"(My name), as a third person with no personal interest in the matter... I think you should refrain from speaking to and about Anon1, Anon2 and anything related to them. I've never seen her this upset, I'm worried."
Oh, my ex is getting pissed? Excuse me while I pick up all the f**cks I give.
Apparently I was causing problems between my ex and her girlfriend. Because I have morals, I'll respect their relationship and limit my interaction with her girlfriend.
Drama... I tend to stay away from it.
Word of advice - do the same.
Sunday 26 February 2012
Drunk Gaming
Celebrated an 18th on Saturday. Food was awesome. Catching up with friends was awesome. Drunk karaoke was awesome. Drunk gaming was awesome. Everything was awesome about that night. Haha.
Night kicked off with some talk while a few guys cooked the food. The marinated chicken wings were delicious. After a bit of eating, we went straight into the drinks. One of the guys has a fairly skinny build, and he was hit after the first shot. Face went all red. Eyes likewise. "Another round". After the second one, he was stumbling already. Another friend literally poked him on the arm from the side, and he fell over. A bit more drinking and then the topic of tricking arises in the conversation. We ended up attempting a 360-pop. I had no problem doing it. But one of the guys attempted it. Landed. And almost smacked into a box as he stumbled away.
From the backyard, and into the room for some karaoke. Not much to say about this. We were drunk. And we sang. Sang. Sang like idiots. We all had fun though. Towards the end of the night, we start drinking again. Most of us were planning to sleep over. Considering I lived the furthest away, the host's dad offered to drive me and another guy home, while everyone else slept there. Didn't make sense to me, but at least it saved me the trouble of having to get home the next morning.
And so I arrive home. Have a shower. Log on Skype and jump in a call with the other guy that got dropped off. The next 4-5 hours consisted of playing League of Legends whilst drunk. Suffice to say, we lost most of them. But it was still an enjoyable experience. Especially laning bot as AD Sona alongside my mate who was AD Morgana.
Specialists in recrimination art.
Night kicked off with some talk while a few guys cooked the food. The marinated chicken wings were delicious. After a bit of eating, we went straight into the drinks. One of the guys has a fairly skinny build, and he was hit after the first shot. Face went all red. Eyes likewise. "Another round". After the second one, he was stumbling already. Another friend literally poked him on the arm from the side, and he fell over. A bit more drinking and then the topic of tricking arises in the conversation. We ended up attempting a 360-pop. I had no problem doing it. But one of the guys attempted it. Landed. And almost smacked into a box as he stumbled away.
From the backyard, and into the room for some karaoke. Not much to say about this. We were drunk. And we sang. Sang. Sang like idiots. We all had fun though. Towards the end of the night, we start drinking again. Most of us were planning to sleep over. Considering I lived the furthest away, the host's dad offered to drive me and another guy home, while everyone else slept there. Didn't make sense to me, but at least it saved me the trouble of having to get home the next morning.
And so I arrive home. Have a shower. Log on Skype and jump in a call with the other guy that got dropped off. The next 4-5 hours consisted of playing League of Legends whilst drunk. Suffice to say, we lost most of them. But it was still an enjoyable experience. Especially laning bot as AD Sona alongside my mate who was AD Morgana.
Specialists in recrimination art.
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