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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-7651146142765902184</id><published>2009-01-01T16:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:52:16.753Z</updated><title type='text'>Work out Journal 2008</title><content type='html'>Sit up and Push ups 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January – 31 Days 50 Sits,10 push ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16/31 Days completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Sit-ups:  800&lt;br /&gt;Total Push-Ups: 160&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st of Feb to 31st : FOOT INJURY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February – 29 Days 100 sits, 20 Push ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/29 days completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Sit-ups:  1200 (+400)&lt;br /&gt;Total Push-Ups: 240 (+80)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March – 31 days 200 sits, 40 ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/31 days completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Sit-ups:  2400 (+1200)&lt;br /&gt;Total Push-Ups: 480 (+240)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April – 30 days, 200 sits, 40 ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/30 days completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Sit-ups:  1200 (-1200)&lt;br /&gt;Total Push-Ups: 240 (-240)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;April 03 – Thorpe Park  (Too Tired)&lt;br /&gt;April 05 – Picnic   (Too Tired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 31 days – 200 sits, 30 ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14/31 days completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Sit-ups:  2800 (+1600)&lt;br /&gt;Total Push-Ups: 420 (+180)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 30 days 200 sits, 30 ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14/30 days completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Sit-ups:  2800 (+0)&lt;br /&gt;Total Push-Ups: 420 (+0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;June 16 – Too Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticed Trend where I wouldn’t work out on Fridays and Saturdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 31 days 200 Sits, 40 ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/31 Days completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Sit-ups:  1800 (-1000)&lt;br /&gt;Total Push-Ups: 360 (-60)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August – 31 Days 300 sits, 40 push&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/31 days completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Sit-ups:  1500 (-300)&lt;br /&gt;Total Push-Ups: 200 (-160)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;August 2 – 09: HOLIDAY Away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 31 days 300 sits, 40 push&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01-10th Sept – 300 sits, 30 push&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days completed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Sit-ups:  1800 (+300)&lt;br /&gt;Total Push-Ups: 230 (+30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacked Enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October  31 days 200 sits, 30 ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/31 days completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Sit-ups:  1000 (-800)&lt;br /&gt;Total Push-Ups: 150 (-80)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 10th to  31st only work out day between is the 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November-December No set Targets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-7651146142765902184?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/7651146142765902184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=7651146142765902184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7651146142765902184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7651146142765902184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2009/01/work-out-journal-2008.html' title='Work out Journal 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-3067854137676973311</id><published>2009-01-01T16:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:51:44.359Z</updated><title type='text'>January 01 2009, PT 1</title><content type='html'>January 1, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im writing as an entry for today, dont ask me why but i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story below is recalled as far as i can remember (which is a lot considering i was sober) Sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exited my dad's car. i was dressed in my Long overcoat along with my thin white scarf. i looked sexy even though its dark. i had Seducers Aura. I walk for a bit and see my pivots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle (Not my type, Pivot)&lt;br /&gt;Becca (Hands off, TAKEN, Pivot)&lt;br /&gt;Sammie-Ann. (potential ToI, Pivot, Taken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say hi to all three of them and give sammie a cute slap in the ass. not too hard, not too soft. just right. as i did it, she said "oh hello". in a playful tone. i had a whiff of her aftershave- it smells fruity. we fluffed for a few seconds about it. Onwards to the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i walked towards the house, there were 2 Amogs outside. BUT SINFUL HOW DO YOU KNOW THEY ARE AMOGSGS?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its because they used to go to my school, and they were the dickheads that made my life miserable. in a patronising sort of way. Just because im fucking asian or something similar. they didnt insult me directly, but i knew they'd be chatting shit. i decided then to be the better man and just leave em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were casually talking. We enter the house and i glanced at the dance floor. This chick was Getting on this guy on the sofa- Sheesh, INTENSE. and there was about 2 other girls who looked half drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not looking good at all. i entered the kitchen. Wow, there was nothing there. apparantly there's a few people outside but i didnt want to check. i start looking for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open the fridge to find a "FUCK OFF YOU CUNTS" sign on the food and veggies and whatnot. i think his message was clear, dont touch the food. as i closed it, this cute petite HB i'll call HBKeli said: "Have some of this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then pushed a bottle of Orange WKD onto my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, i dont drink that. Quickly brushing it off. Orange WKD is a woman's drink, and she's taken, so i might as well DhV for future use. She gave me the "Eh. Fair enough" answer and was sort of dissapointed. i think she wanted me to come and party with her. not gonna happen, she's taken i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this was happening, Michelle went off to get Wingman, Gift and Captain. Ive never met captain before in my life, Gift i know from school and wingman is well. my Wingman. i re-enter the party along with the black people. Four of them. Shit. i was getting evils from people. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all start to relax, and by now ive had a glimpse of every Potential ToI in the party. 4 of them are taken, one is butt ugly. my only choice was one of my other pivots (Rachel) or Sammie Ann. but im not really into both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down on the kitchen top. Alpha. Sammie was going somewhere. Okay. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammie: Jay take care of my drink for me.&lt;br /&gt;Jay: and why would i do that.&lt;br /&gt;Sammie: cause you're my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Jay: that's not good enough, give me collateral. *leans in cheek for a kiss*&lt;br /&gt;Sammie: *kissess on the cheek*&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Good girl, run along now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go for sammie. Game on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammie: Jay where's my drink?&lt;br /&gt;Jay: its right behind you. (sniggering)&lt;br /&gt;Sammie: where?&lt;br /&gt;Jay: haha you're so gullible, its right behind me&lt;br /&gt;Sammie: ohhh. =]&lt;br /&gt;Jay: hold up, where's my reward?&lt;br /&gt;Sammie: *Cheek to cheek kiss*&lt;br /&gt;Jay: What, a granny kiss, give me a proper kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Sammie: no ive got a boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;-Convo gets interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a subconcious level, i wanted a proper kiss on the cheek, this isnt tthe way i K-close. anyways onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we start Kino'ing like crazy, She'd tell me to "Sssh" and i threaten her that if she does that again im licking her finger. She did it again- and i licked her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed, she said "Good for you, now you taste soap." Frankly it didnt taste like anything, but i sniffed her fingers and it did smell like soap. Bastard woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why what does your fingers smell like..? eww Sammie the hell you been doing in the toilets, you're disgusting!" (was implying that she touched herself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: No mne and the girls went to the toilets! *Playful kino*&lt;br /&gt;Me: What all Four of you? The hell do you do, hold hands while someone takes a shit?&lt;br /&gt;Her: no noooo, it was only me and becca, i went to the toilet and she was standing outside the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember what happens here, but we fluffed some more. i think i was teasing her aboutn her baby fat (im joking, she's Sexy, definite 9/10.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on the kitchen top drinking Vodka and coke. i was displaying Alpha body language. Sitting down, the group around me, and everytime i spoke- the group fell silent and clung to my words. i asked sammie to come over so i can give her a hug from behind (whilst im still sitting down) like a backwards hug sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She complied quite well. Here is where things went haywire. Gift, being an ass that he did was askng about sammie's personal life. specifically who she dated last. it turns out she dated this guy that knew Gift, and the guy was a total loser. for a few minutes, Wingman and captain were going along with gift and asking qestions to sammie. i just sat back and relaxed with michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few minutes, i got pissed off. i told gift to leave sammie alone. She obviously didnt want to talk about her past, she seemed embarrassed sort of. i pulled her towards my 'lair'. (The kitchen top lol) and gave her a sympathy hug from there. we walked outside to the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now here is where Sinful kicks it up a notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: (Pulls her through her hands )can you dance?&lt;br /&gt;Sammie: haha no i cant dance to save my life!&lt;br /&gt;Jay: look, the setting is fine, put your drink down here (gestures towards the table)&lt;br /&gt;She puts her drink down the table and follows me to a more open area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson Number 1. Dance. I told her a few dance moves. Slow dancing ones. to the point where we'd just stop dead and moving only by the slightest. her grip was getting tighter, i know K-close was Inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain: hold up, am i interrupting something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck right off. as i was about to K-close the bastard comes outside and decides to check on us. She snaps out of the trance and goes: "Oh no dont worry, im coming inside now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain: Sin, did i interrupt?&lt;br /&gt;Sin: (giving DIRECT eye contact, he knows what it means) Nah man, its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit more fluff here, Sammie was quite distant. i think she realised that she was taken. she's not one of them types that Fucks at parties cause she can. High caliber woman, Loyal too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not giving up. They call me a Pimp, and a HOMEWRECKER for a reason. Boyfriends are NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled her back onto my lair, She wasnt Drunk as in passing out drunk, but she was tipsy. i pulled her close and she said "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;i answered "Im hugging you, why am i not allowed to hug you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammie: Oh no, just wondering.. *hugs me back tightly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel her tits by my arms (note im still hugging her in a Piggy-back position sort of.) i pulled her towards me, she leant back, i was inches away from her lips. if i tilted her head a bit i can Kiss close. Then it happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-3067854137676973311?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/3067854137676973311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=3067854137676973311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/3067854137676973311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/3067854137676973311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-01-2009-pt-1.html' title='January 01 2009, PT 1'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-5770337355413650278</id><published>2009-01-01T16:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:51:55.818Z</updated><title type='text'>January 01, 2009 Pt II</title><content type='html'>The moment where a girl just snaps shut. She stood upright and said "Im going outside- alone. please dont follow me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Cool. becca quickly followed her and i knew it was a train wreck. That's my HB lost for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was fine by it. the music was good, 80% of the people in the party except from my lot were UNFRIENDLY- as if they're racist. they wudnt even look or talk to us cept a few couple of people. we were all dancing in the dance floor then it happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antony Kaleda, 17 years of age, 6 foot 3. Im 5 foot 3. about a Foot difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antony: You said something about sarah's mum didnt you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: sarah who?&lt;br /&gt;Antony: Sarah, you said something about her mum.&lt;br /&gt;Me: which sarah u on about? *putting drink down*&lt;br /&gt;Antony: Sarah, Sarah Allen&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah what about her?&lt;br /&gt;Antony: You said something about her mum, and She's dead.&lt;br /&gt;Me: haha. No i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;Antony: Nah, Nah you said something about her mum.&lt;br /&gt;Me: no i did not, why are you accusing me?&lt;br /&gt;Antony: No im just asking.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, well its nothing, i didnt say jack shit.&lt;br /&gt;Antony: No you definitely said something&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why Who the Fuck are you?&lt;br /&gt;Antony: Who the FUCK are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (steps forward) why are you asking all these questions.&lt;br /&gt;(Wingman Steps in the middle of us)&lt;br /&gt;Antony: Why the fuck are you starting on me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nah, why the fuck are you starting shit on me, i didnt say jack shit.&lt;br /&gt;Antony: Aight dya want me to go call her then?&lt;br /&gt;Me: be my guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lowdown on what he’s goin on about: Sarah allen was a previous target, Couple of dates, didn’t really escalate sexually. Brushed it off. He was one of the AFC AMOGS that always stuck by her. In PuA, he must be the MALE mother Hen. They’ve never met each other, they only talk through MSN but I think they’re quite flirty and shit. I always found him to be the number 1 threat when I was seeing my HB. (one it is, I know leave me alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, me and Sarah were arguing a month or two back, just basic arguing, her mother passed away a couple of weeks before the argument, so i was patient with her. it came to the point where she said something about MY mother and i said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sarah, Dont go there. we both know who's going to cry if i get started on Mothers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was trying to bait me afterwards, saying shit like "Yeah, what about my mum, go on tell me something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left it at that. im an asshole, but death of someone important isnt something that i tangle with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as that happened, he gets on the phone to sarah while i started dancing. i liked the song, who gave a shit about this guy. he's obviously drunk and i aint gonna let him ruin my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where things go mental. One of the girls steps in and starts having a go an Antony for saying that HER DAD is dead or something. Fuck knows. like antony insulted her for her dad dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part of the night where its an emotional Wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly why everyone seems like in a bad mood its because there is a love triangle going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1 is dating Girl 1. but Guy 2 Banged Girl 1. so everyone's out to get Guy 2. (except us 'niggas' as we proclaimed ourselves. were just party people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were proper hyping and everything. ATTENTION SEEKING. see if this was MY party i wudve kicked em out and told em to settle it outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about another 2 hours of this shit. (obviously bit more confrontation with Antony, but nothing happens, my friends were always the ones to stop me.) it starts to get pretty intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2 enters the party, and we immediately welcome him to the group. We said "Dont jam with them man, they're doing some soap opera thing i think some guy banged someone's girl or something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy 2: im that guy.&lt;br /&gt;Us lot: HOLY SHIT. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all burst out laughing and congratulated him for being alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes later we went outside, there were two ladies in their Sleeping gowns and slippers headed straight for the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies: WHere's jake?&lt;br /&gt;Us: dunno. who's jake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They entered the house, and as soon as that follows this girl came staggering behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shit, where did THEY go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha inside the house, this is gonna be intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the part where there's a lot of screaming involving Two mothers. They end up outside where a girl was chasing this guy and she trips over, allowing the 'niggas' (Us lot) to have a resounding "Ooooooooooh." commentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as this happens, i stand back and see all this unfold. im spending new year with one of my best friends and a few cool people and i still havent gotten laid for tonight. but im having shitloads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night was too long, but target wise my best option wudve been HB kali- if her boyfriend (who is present) is not in a "I will destroy you" mood, then i wudve gamed her. but she's allright, bubbly personality, i actually adore that chick =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sammie was near enough dead by the end of the night. she was such a wreck. i think i made her think of cheating on her boyfriend, (Which im quite proud of, but it didnt happen so not THAT proud) i admire her loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked home smiling, all the laughs and failures tonight was worth it, even though it was a SHIT party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-5770337355413650278?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/5770337355413650278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=5770337355413650278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/5770337355413650278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/5770337355413650278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-01-2008-pt-ii.html' title='January 01, 2009 Pt II'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-1833871725138417115</id><published>2008-12-31T20:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:21:54.551Z</updated><title type='text'>The Pre-Emptive Strike</title><content type='html'>Its New years eve, and im gonna go out later. I have no idea how im gonna get to the venue- nor do i know where the god forsakened place is. lets talk business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been an amazing year. Just thinking about it right now gives me shivers. Lost my Virginity, Messed around with a shitlot more chicks than last year, magic as a hobby seems to improve more than a hobby, My grades are looking good, i landed a Job in a great place which pays great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things just keep adding up and adding up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about the Pre-Emptive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're going to a party with One.. Two.. Three. Four Pivots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayleigh- Know her through rebecca&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca - me and her go wayyy back in school. &lt;br /&gt;Michelle - School&lt;br /&gt;Sammie-Ann (Potential target) - Know her through becca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and two of your friends. well one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wingman - School&lt;br /&gt;Gift. - School - But i dont like him very much. he thrashtalks a lot and is generally embarrassing. he's one of those hyperactive cheap ass'ed black bastards who think everything they do is cool and they think they can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry, but 70% of my friends are Black, but he is possibly the most embarrassing and annoying one out of all of them.  he's annoying, and i know deep down that he'll cock block. ONe way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get laid tonight. Blowjob the most. i dont care what state the girl is in. i'll get laid one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually screw that, i do care what state she';s in. i dont want her drunk outta her head haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-1833871725138417115?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/1833871725138417115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=1833871725138417115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/1833871725138417115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/1833871725138417115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/12/pre-emptive-strike.html' title='The Pre-Emptive Strike'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-1726188819379493257</id><published>2008-12-31T20:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:11:01.330Z</updated><title type='text'>December 30, 2008</title><content type='html'>I think there's something wrong with me. saw HB nikki today by accident as i got on the train. i played the arrogant role, major pulling- the bitch didnt reply back to my text, hence why im treating her like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt somehow bad, i wasnt gaming, i was just being an ass. not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to lakeside, me and CT. (Chocolate teddy) it was allright. Wingman was meant to come at 1 o clock, but the bastard took ages. i bought my totty clicker, CT contributed about 10-15 clicks, whilst i did the rest. we had a staggering 61 counts- not counting the 8-9 HB's that gave me eye contact in one way or another. (Some were using mirrors. dodgy bitches).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont blame CT- he's in an LTR, and he's quite happy. He probably just wasnt looking for female attention except his loved one. quite odd considering he's the biggest slut i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when we walked past a Cute girl- HB 8. She made eye contact with me and smiled as she walked across my path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CT: Definitely Two clicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked twice, mustering my brain to remember her name, she look familiar. as we walked away, i realised that i didnt know her, and it wouldve been great if i opened her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not feeling too well game wise, no idea why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-1726188819379493257?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/1726188819379493257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=1726188819379493257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/1726188819379493257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/1726188819379493257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-30-2008.html' title='December 30, 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-4282702871996878244</id><published>2008-12-31T20:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:10:43.631Z</updated><title type='text'>December 23, 2008</title><content type='html'>I bought a totty clicker (Google it) we was counting how many black people were around our area (Personal Joke, dont get offended most of the group is black. Lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the restaurant, and i had vodka and redbull in front of me. Kirsty aint coming yet. Jade isnt responding well. i need to get some ass. i made a choice. chug the vodka in one go and go for kirsty, or sip it normally and take my chances with Jade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chugged it. needed ass. Kirsty's a cute blonde girl who has a car. (Nice.) not bad pair of tits, allright ass. so-so overall. the only poroblem is the 3 year lasting boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's cheated on him 4 times before. 4 times with me. ONly kissing though, i couldnt bear the fact to escalate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i sat next to kirsty at the cinema. i put the arm rest up so we could share the seat. sort of like a couch sort of thing. throughout the film i was fondling her breast and whatnot. just touching really. she wasnt doing anything to me, but that's prolly because we were with a lot of our mutual friends. (the whole i-care-about-my-rep thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bit more fluff, and she was driving. i told her to drive at the park near my house. (parents round my house, im sure there's parents round hers. and her car is too crowded.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat on the jungle gym thing, and i was sitting, she was 2 inches away from my dick, and we were sort of hugging. everytime i leant in for a kiss she'd turn her head down. (subtly rejecting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i aint gonna back down bitch. This is SIn you're talking about. i told her to carry me to the bench approximately 10 feet from our current location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bitch carried me. Told her to sit on my lap since the bench was wet (it really was) and i fondled with her for a bit while she sucked on my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told her later on to sit beside me, so she sprawled onto my lap facing the sky and i leant in for a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo. few touching here and there, and i wanted to finger her- her hand was there, almost as if she was expecting it. stopped me, and i said to myself "turn her on more, more fondling, more tongue action."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY LET HER SUCK YOUR FINGER SIN? OMG U AVE NO GAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck my testicle. it took a lot of effort to even get this damn far, im trusting that she'll run on emotions like what women usually do and go all the way. turns out i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i repositioned myself to escalate, she sat up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: What's the day?&lt;br /&gt;Me: uhh. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Her: shit... its tuesday isnt it? what's the day?&lt;br /&gt;Me: i actually dont know. *leans in for a kiss*&lt;br /&gt;Her: (backs away) No, what's the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point, im in the "Fuck this." stage where i cant be bothered. if we were in a bed i wudve kicked the bitch out of the bed and spat on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: i forgot i need to be home by 11. i need to baby sit my brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit. before we left the cinema i asked what she wanted to do, and she said she was free until 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's officially going to be my pivot now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-4282702871996878244?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/4282702871996878244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=4282702871996878244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4282702871996878244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4282702871996878244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-23-2008.html' title='December 23, 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-5709761673093287398</id><published>2008-12-31T20:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:10:19.185Z</updated><title type='text'>December 20, 2008.</title><content type='html'>Saw HB nikki today, she's somewhat.. ehrm odd. she just stares at me and smiles, conversation's a bit dull. she's failed my screening test, but she's adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked past a girl, had eye contact. wanted to try something different, so i winked at her, but as i winked my other eye closed as well, so it looked like i had a nervous twitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-5709761673093287398?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/5709761673093287398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=5709761673093287398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/5709761673093287398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/5709761673093287398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-20-2008.html' title='December 20, 2008.'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-9205090763165554607</id><published>2008-12-31T20:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:09:54.348Z</updated><title type='text'>December 19, 2008</title><content type='html'>Inaction is the only way to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's something that ive read a lot in these forums. someone has it in their signature, and it really stuck to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day lazed off. Xbox all day, myspace etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flirting with Jess. she's about HB 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to see twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major IoI's from this chick, but i was busy, going to the party instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met up with 3 girls, Becca, Sammie and Rachel. They're all good friends of mine. More like pivots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was about to go in the party there were two girls sitting down and completely godsmacked at me, i said out loud "This is the place? Sheesh, it aint even got music playing.. this better be good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*notices that Hb nikki is blocking the way*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB Nikki: oh sorry. wait- who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Me? wait, WHO are you?&lt;br /&gt;HB nikki : im nikki, and you are...?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You're adorable. *pinches cheeks*&lt;br /&gt;Her: haha thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Me: anywho, need a drink. Come on ladies. *gestures towards Pivots*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i eyed up the room, this is fucking amog Central. these are the type of guys that i despise around college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a great move- i disarmed the mother hen. Literally. i disarmed the celebrant's mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Who the hell are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Im Jay!&lt;br /&gt;Mother: wait, how do you know Luke?&lt;br /&gt;Me: i actually Dont.. i met him like 20 seconds ago. im with Becca. (Pivot)&lt;br /&gt;Mother: oh becca is lovely! what drink would you like?&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh dont worry bout it, i'll handle that- wait what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Jan, its Jan!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Holy fuck, were practically related, My name is Jan-Michael, Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fluff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate mother hen disarmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always going for the older women eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: just for tonight. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started dancing. its pretty much a sausage fest. and its supervised as well. which sucks. my ToI was nowhere to be found, and we started dancing and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after about half an hour, i found my ToI. the speakers were busted, so i busted out my phone and put some music on. started dancing. little dance off going on with me and one of the other guys there, he was absoloutely pathetic, and i showed him off. classic sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed this cute petite looking at me, charming. as much as i'd love to game you, ive already got my ToI. i went in the kitchen, and as i entered this blonde gave me eye contact, so i stared back as i was walking towards her (near the fridge) and winked. She giggled and started whispering to her friends. Put more vodka+coke on my glass and went back to the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ToI was sitting down with her friends: (nikki is ToI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them: Wooooh!&lt;br /&gt;Me: haha you're adorable, Hi 5!&lt;br /&gt;*hi 5's*&lt;br /&gt;Me: what's your name again? *kino*&lt;br /&gt;Her: katie, and you're Jay arent you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: shit, howdya know my name?&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: yeah his name is jay!&lt;br /&gt;Me: wait, what's your name again?&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Nikki!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nikki, you're adorable, im hot though- lets go outside and talk.&lt;br /&gt;Nikkie: oh i cant... see she wants to talk to me *points at friend who's talking to some guy*&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh really, why?&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: i dont know.. but she said she has to talk to me! i'll come out and talk to you afterwards though jay!&lt;br /&gt;Me: sure thing babes, come here give me a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (kissess me on the cheeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked back to my pivots and danced for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about half an hour later, she still hasnt spoken to me. i went outside, and here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB-Best friend : Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yo, what's goin on?&lt;br /&gt;HB-BF : My friend likes you. *gestures towards HB petite*&lt;br /&gt;Me: wait, what?&lt;br /&gt;Hb-Bf: my friend likes you! (Hb petite starts to sort of giggle in a 'oh stop it!!' sort of thing with her friend)&lt;br /&gt;Me: you dont even know me.&lt;br /&gt;Drunken dude: this guy is fucking amazing, him and his magic! Shitttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;Me: haha, sure sure...&lt;br /&gt;Drunken Dude: listen, what's your name again? and where are u from?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jay, Basildon. Shit, you allright man? you're fucking hammered.&lt;br /&gt;Drunken Dude: im allright man im allright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point i lost interest of the 2 chicks, and them 3 knew each other so i felt out of place and ditched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the night was decent. HB petite ended up hooking with this guy as she was leaving and i didnt even get a chance to isolate nikki. i had to leave, my pivots were leaving and i wudve felt well out of place. its amog fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the night, im here moaning my ass off in the chat room to Derek and LK (well LK aint really paying attention lol) but i number closed Nikki, which aint that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin, Inaction is the only way to fail. next time, fucking crash and burn instead of not trying at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-9205090763165554607?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/9205090763165554607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-4752382298812917171</id><published>2008-12-31T20:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:09:14.231Z</updated><title type='text'>december 18, 2008</title><content type='html'>last day of college. im rockin the maroon shirt (open chest) with a little cross silver necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks damn sexy. had a shitlot of IOI's and AI's, though both may be because ive been performing a shit lot of magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many interactions to mention!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-4752382298812917171?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/4752382298812917171/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-606847823961045983</id><published>2008-12-31T20:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:09:03.575Z</updated><title type='text'>December 16, 2008.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i was going to class when there was this cute girl opening a present. i was curious, so i walked over and asked what she got. it was chocolates. great. there was an intresting toy there, some sort of table-miniature golf. her friend thought i was looking at HER gift, which was an orange egg. i obviously knew what it was, and it sort of made her friend look dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along this i named the cute girl opening her present 'orgasm girl' because she was telling a story bout orgasms and i entered the set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off fine. bit of flfuff here and there. i was bored in the lounge so i sat down next to zoe (Pivot?) whilst i was sharing Orgasm Girl's seat. i was lightly gaming orgasm girl and more or less paying attention to my pivot and the other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got asked to do some magic, i showed the set some. intresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked off. and started gaming this chick named Lauren. she's a HB 7, with a great body and great face. her hair is a bit fucked up though. i started being sexual with her. and im getting responses. i got a few kissess on the lips, but not proper ones. just a few pecks. but they werent side kissess or whatever, they were directed to my lips, and my lips only. Nice. we were talking about sex in public, and i think i asked her to give me head a couple of times. she said something like, 'not here....Very Happy' and i think thats when the topic of sex in public happened. she told me i sound sexually frustrated and asked when was the last time i did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt lie. but i cudnt DLV myself. i told her the truth, but i dont think i lost value at all. it was more on my tonality/delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways immediately after this, Orgasm girl got one of her friends to get my number. i told her friend to go get my number herself. she didnt come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought she lost interest. its a bit gay. but anyways, we were at the bus, and this chick named Lorna came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorna is orgasm girl's friend, she is a VERY hyperactive person with a banging personality. she carries a distinct smell which i frankly dislike. she's not ugly, but she's not good looking either. she's about HB 5. but i wudnt be surprised if she's banged a couple before. Her personality is golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was with my friends and i had a 3-seater all to myself. lorna asked me if she can sit next to me, and me being a nice person said 'sure'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she asked orgasm girl to sit next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest is sort of Fluff. Orgasm girl talking to lorna, me talking to orgasm girl/lorna/my friends. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orgasm girl asked for my number, and so did Lorna. (wooh, i got sarged twice?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed a few imperfections on Orgasm girl. she boasts dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and a petite figure. i'd bang her. only her skin seems to peel on 'moist' areas on her face (such as the end of lips/smile and the corners where the nose is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not a major turn off, but i can blame the weather for that. it has been quite harsh recently. harshly cold that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User Signature&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-606847823961045983?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/606847823961045983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=606847823961045983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/606847823961045983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/606847823961045983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-16-2008.html' title='December 16, 2008.'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-5477062757455030976</id><published>2008-12-31T20:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:08:49.986Z</updated><title type='text'>December 14, 2008</title><content type='html'>i'll keep it short and sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got opened yesterday, i was working, so couldnt full on game. i had major Xioi's, hair twirls, she initiated the conversation, feet towards my direction full eye contact. s'all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there were these 2 girls looking at all the cakes at starbucjs, and i was wiping the windows. i opened the moment they said 'blueberry cheesecake' and said that its absoloutely gorgeous, then went on about people pointing at what they want to the window, which results in the window being smudged. etc. overall great set, but couldnt game cause of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just doing my routinely 'round' when this cute girl was looking at me, alongside a woman in her 40's, looking at me with a gigantic smile. do i know them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked. they said "Yeah, yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy fuck. its HB shanade and her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked past them a few times. i had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cleaned a table, and as i looked behind me, HB shanade was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: You allrighttttt. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;Me: im good thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;insert shitloads of fluff here&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking whether to give her my number or not. though that would only remind me of my recently failure when i did that, quite stupid. i went on my break. and ditched them. i can prolly contact shanade if i wanted to. somehow, someway. just not for certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this chick that works across starbucks in Build-a-bear. (self explanatory) and someone was celebrating their birthday there. (a kid of course) she was doing some speech thing which involved kid participation. i was standing beside her. i couldnt open properly, she was working. but she's a definite hottie. i swear ive seen her before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-5477062757455030976?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/5477062757455030976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=5477062757455030976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/5477062757455030976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/5477062757455030976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-14-2008.html' title='December 14, 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-6122103465825325783</id><published>2008-12-31T20:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:08:35.143Z</updated><title type='text'>December 13, 2008</title><content type='html'>The stuff written here are from as far as i can remember. Bare with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got ready. i was pimping it with my pink shirt and black jeans, along my lovely wool overcoat, i am pimped like fuck. i made sure i smelt nice too. its my friend's 18th birthday later on, and its a joint with her 70 year old nanny. time to bust out my Mother Hen destroying tactics, or try and see how far i can get with women that are 30+ older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been working all day long, and everything seems to be going to a halt. we were waiting at the train station. Me, Ray Jackson (RJ for short), Shortstuff, and smiley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit of background:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray Jackson is a good dancer, if you saw the video where i danced, he's the other dancer. he lacks game. he is AFC to heart, i cannot convert him or help him at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiley and shortstuff are both of my best friends. not wing girls, just best friends. they're too 'good' for my evil deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all sitting down, and there was this cute girl who sat on the same bench as i did. Smiley, Short stuff and RJ were all standing beside me, and i was leaning back on the bench. we were all waiting for the train to arrive when this girl sat down in proximity to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking if i should go and open her or not. i'd get bashed by RJ for talking to strangers, Shortstuff would think im a slut for doing that and Smiley would just laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided not to open. but then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortstuff opened her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortstuff: S'cuse me, where did you get your coat from?&lt;br /&gt;HB: HnM *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;me: (looks at her for 5 seconds, then looks at Shortstuff)&lt;br /&gt;Shortstuff: What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Shorstuff: Then why did you look at her, then look at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, i was thinking of something to say. i couldnt say anything to the girl, so i just looked at shortstuff instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit of fluff between the group, i stood up and i glanced over her diretion. still sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorstuff *To HB* - Sorry, is he annoying you? (gesturing towards me)&lt;br /&gt;Me: who, me?&lt;br /&gt;Shorstuff: yes you, sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;HB: oh no, he's fine, he's fine.&lt;br /&gt;me: haha, i didnt even do anything!&lt;br /&gt;Shorstuff: well she's annoyed because you exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(group starts laughing, including me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then stood up and walked towards the other end of the platform, as the train arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived at the train station. and the venue is far. we walked to the bus stop. and we missed the last bus by 3 minutes. we started to walk. RJ said he's got it covered. he knows where it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes has past. Gale force winds and rain was fucking up my hair. Sin is not a happy bunny. my umbrella nearly died too. i stahed it away. there was no point. it was going to break if i used it, and i was getting wet anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an hour has past. we were in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes. we panicked. we dont know where the fuck we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were told to go forward. ONWARDS. another 30 minutes, and we found the place. my ears were frozen, and my cheeks were literally lacking blood flow. we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i opened the door, and i fell tripped over outside. the group sitting directly in front of the door started laughing. they were about 18-25 years of age, and i imagined that a door opening to see some kid who looks about 12 year old (who's wearing a snazzy pink shirt might i add) Stack it like a drunken idiot would be quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiley, Shortstuff and RJ didnt go in. i went and ask why. they said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cause its not kirsty's party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit. i just saw kirsty. i dragged RJ inside and settled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went straight to the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vodka and redbull. On ice. wait, make that a double vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat down. i set my drink, while Shorstuff, RJ, Michelle, Smiley, Virgin boy, and all the crew were conversing. they were all buzzing. "Wow, SIN you can get served! go and get us some vodka!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, it may be social proof, but sometimes being 18 and legal to buy booze can be annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyed the room for potential targets, there's on in proximity, HB shanade and HB Leopard. about 20 feet away, HB Zoe, and HB whatsherface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 potential targets. game on Sin, Game on. it was a large hall. filled with old people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality hit me back. this was my friend's 18th birthday party, AS WELL AS her nan's 70th party. so obviously there would be old people, mum's, dad's and little children running about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know if this was a good thing or bad thing. its a good thing cause i can show how good i am with kids, but its a bad thing considering there's a lack of targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wingman came up to me. (look at a few previous posts for 'Wingman'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, 8 o clock sin. that chick is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked, and it turns out that she was looking at me as well, she turned away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin: Wingman, go game.&lt;br /&gt;Wingman: i aint in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;Sin: fuck off. aint in the mood my ass. go open.&lt;br /&gt;Wingman: no serious. i aint in th emood.&lt;br /&gt;Sin: What about HB leopard? she's got a nice ass.&lt;br /&gt;Wingman: nah man. dw. i aint in th emood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck him. aint in the mood my ass, if i knew any better, it was approach anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an hour has passed. i was constantly pushing wingman to open. he keeps pussying out. maybe because the table next to them were seated by a complete family, and the man sitting in proximity of her table was a staggering 7 foot tall shaved head man who was giving everyone evil loosk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive had about 7 drinks by now, and i must admit i had AA, i was scared considinering the possiblity that the man could be her dad and im scared of getting blown out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought up of a brilliant and classic idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's got a pen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i'd have enough balls to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that your dad sitting with you?" on a napkin. and showed it to my friends. they went mental, laughing and cheering me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i scrapped it. wrote down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i lost my number, can i have yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showed it to them, they said no, too cheesey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wrote the first line down on a fresh piece of napkin, went back to the bar to order a double vodka+redbull again, and sat myself directly in front of my ToI. i tossed the napkin to her, landing perfectly in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB Zoe: what's this?&lt;br /&gt;Sin: Read it.&lt;br /&gt;Hb: Zoe : (Reads) oh no, no. he's not. Smile&lt;br /&gt;Sin: Ahh that's good, i thought he was gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;HBZoe: nah, dont worry, its cool.&lt;br /&gt;Sin: (glances to the table nearby with the family) what about them you related to them?&lt;br /&gt;HbZoe: nah im not.&lt;br /&gt;Sin: they all keep looking at me, im scared. haha!&lt;br /&gt;HbWhatsherface: haha dont worry you're fine.&lt;br /&gt;Sin: oh hello. what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;Hb whatsherface: whatsherface. what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;Sin: That's a cute name. and your name is...? (to HB zoe)&lt;br /&gt;HbZoe: its Zoe. what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;Sin: so its Zoe and Whatsherface? that's cute.&lt;br /&gt;HbWhatsherface: no wait, what's your name? (ioi)&lt;br /&gt;Sin: Im Sin. and they're my friends over there. (points at the table with the drunken bastards dancing around singing to abba.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few fluffs here and there, chucked the best friends test, and my wingman entered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i introduced him. bit more fluff. whatever. i got my phone out and got zoe's number. Number close done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wingman did the same, to both chicks. that's when u know that he's an idiot. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ejected, my 'song' came on and i started dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: later on, apparantly when i left the group and danced they were quite shocked at how good i danced. they thought i was drunk though, which doesnt count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to the celebrant, and she said that whatsherface was named Lauren. i got pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin: Wingman, Eject. serious. its nice to meet you zoe.&lt;br /&gt;Wingman: why?&lt;br /&gt;Sin: just do it.&lt;br /&gt;Wingman: no serious, why?&lt;br /&gt;Sin: you'#ll find out. *giving him the "DO WHAT I SAY YOU MOTHERFUCKER" look.&lt;br /&gt;Wingman: Aight. (moves out of the way)&lt;br /&gt;Sin: right, you 'whatsherface' is a liar, apparantly your name is Lauren. according to the celebrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insert argument here over her name, nothign violent, just a bit out.. on my side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ejected, only to find my wingman back there. i talked to them again, and its'allgood in the hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they went for a ciggarette break outside. we followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myles entered the scene, what a fucking bastard. as he walked in the girls walked back inside. he scared em off i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we came back, i didnt really contact them, i wanted to talk to Leopard chick and HB shanade. it was plausible, but not at my state. i missed my sweet spot, and im bordering towards drunkenness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a good time though. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and wingman ended up talking to the group at the front of the door, which turned out to be my friend's workmates. hence the age gaps and shit. they were allright, they didnt say anything about me tripping over. it was quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin: what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;Sam: its Sam.&lt;br /&gt;Sin: i'll call you chris.&lt;br /&gt;Sam: that's not my name.. that's not my name! (See 'that's not my name' by the TingTings.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all laughed out loud. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-6122103465825325783?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/6122103465825325783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=6122103465825325783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/6122103465825325783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/6122103465825325783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-13-2008.html' title='December 13, 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-2919605185461566949</id><published>2008-12-31T20:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:08:03.175Z</updated><title type='text'>December 9, 2008</title><content type='html'>Haha, that sounds legendary. i'll pay a visit to your journal mate. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 09, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my dad's birthday. and i ahvent bought him a card. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, keep things short, i was in the mood to do an approach, but im waiting for AI. (approach invitation) eye contact is more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was walking to the bus stop with my friend Hayden, He was talking about how i call everyone a slag. (which means slut basically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden: You call everyone a slag.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, i know. *looks over shoulder and calls the person behind a slag.*&lt;br /&gt;Hayden: wtf, do you even know him?&lt;br /&gt;Me: haha. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i looked back, i saw this cute girl and she looked sort of distant. there's about a good 20 feet distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yooo, You allriiight?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: You seem a bit dead, like a *insert zombie pose here* sort of thing going on.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *looks behind*&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes you. what's up with you?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: oh, me... ive never spoken to you before.&lt;br /&gt;Me: well now you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point hayden starts talking again, and she sped up walking to meet her friends. i thought it was funny, she was a good 2 foot taller than me. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-2919605185461566949?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/2919605185461566949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=2919605185461566949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/2919605185461566949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/2919605185461566949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-9-2008.html' title='December 9, 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-9041830368098697001</id><published>2008-12-31T20:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:07:26.555Z</updated><title type='text'>December 7, 2008</title><content type='html'>The evening. Lalah's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was cool. Blondie was there. i gamed her beforehand. she was one of the 'virgins' that i contemplated with. Where i would get far, but stop because i'd find out they're virgins. and i dont want to force them to give me head. maybe its my LMR tactics, fuck knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, it was eventful personally, but nothing funny. it was cool going back to my civilized friends (lol at me using the word civilized)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blondie's cool. ive kiseed her a couple of times before. as i was leaving i aimed to kiss her on the cheek- she gave me a quick peck on the lips and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we should hang out soon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she wants my dick. but this girl is a fucking virgin. &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-9041830368098697001?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/9041830368098697001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=9041830368098697001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/9041830368098697001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/9041830368098697001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-7-2008.html' title='December 7, 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-4064919909266528039</id><published>2008-12-31T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:07:07.507Z</updated><title type='text'>You Black Ting!</title><content type='html'>December 06 to December 07, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"let me put my gloves on.. and my scrubs on..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got on the bus. My bag slung to my right arm whilst im holding my bus ticket, and my Hazelnut hot chocolate on my left arm. im pissed off. working from 9-5. then Party. bad combination. i staggered to the back seat. there was a 3 set there. and they said something as i walked past them. it wasnt a formal Hello, it wasnt an IoI. nor was it an insult. wasnt quite sure. i think it was a personal joke which involved me. Fuck it. they're all too young anyways, stupid sluts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat down, and i really hesitated on whether i should game them or not. i was too tired. but this is when i decided not to game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: i cant wait till may! imagine 10 people on a holiday.. loads of booze, loads of boys.. oohh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: woooh! wait,You've been popping your spots havent you?&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: why?&lt;br /&gt;Girl 3: Yeah you have been! you're sorta bleeding!&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: *looks in the mirror*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sort of holding my laughter in. that is such a turn off. the whole journey consisted of girl 1 looking at her reflection in the mirror and flicking her hair whilst the other 2 girls chatted happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 3 were butt ugly, well sorta. the most decent one was Girl 1- and her face was a bit bleeding. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got dressed and whatnot, met up with my wing girl, and wing man, and were off to the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a surprise party for one of my best friends. and we were early. we sat down,and Taylor's lot came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(confused? read Entry number 3 of this Journal and you'll get more info)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, it was cockblock central. the two motherhens Hated me, Taylor wasnt making eye contact at all, and jamie werent even trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw you motherfuckers. im gonna go get drunk. me and my 2 wings fucked off to buy booze, laughing like there's no tomorrow, i seriously had such a great time that i didnt even mind not 'scoring'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a piss outside. i cant be fucked. That’s piss number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We jammed back to the house, we went the back way, cause these ‘blacks’ (as we phrased it) wudve jacked our booze. we bought Redbull and vodka. Gooood combination. i was pissed off that we didnt have ice though! we ended up getting drunk at the backgarden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note, WingMan is Nigerian, And WingGirl is Nigerian, Im Filipino. Asian. Yes. And were quite open about racism. Casual racism. Lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank casually. Wing Girl doesn’t usually drink anything besides Malibu and coke (according to her) and WingMan is just some dick who drinks anything. Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank till the bottle was half empty, and I said to Wingman: Dude, lets do shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I poured out a shot of Vodka onto my glass, and a shot onto his glass. Glasses clinked, and the vodka was downed. I felt Hardcore. My mouth and stomach did not agree. Straight Vodka is the most disgusting and vile Shot ever. It is not smooth, it is not sweet, it tastes like nail polish remover. Absoloutely disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We staggered inside to say hi to the celebrant's Mother who just came home from work. WingMan ran off. His mother is a devout Christian. Wing Girl was too busy laughing or panicking, cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *staggers* Hi Auntie, How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: Ahhh, im Good Sin, how are you my son?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *knocks off a can of coke* Im gooood auntie, im gooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during this point in time my 2 wings were on the floor laughing their head off. cause 'Auntie' (psuedonym) is a devout christian and does not allow booze to be present at her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked outside to hide the vodka. Took another piss. Pisscount: 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all went in the kitchen to find Taylor and the crew sitting down. the two Mother hens are eyeing on me like hawks. they hated my guts, and will not let me spit game at all. this is cock block to a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down, bit dizzy, but I managed to stay up. My wing girl started gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: I love your dress!&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Her: haha you’re adorable.. what’s your name?&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;Her: im WingGirl &lt;Hugs&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she turns towards taylor and repeats the same process to her, and the two motherhens.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insert fluff here that I didn’t participate in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes two more Potential targets, Bonnie and Clyde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For story telling purposes, clyde will be a girl too. And she’ll be the fat one. Bonnie is kinda pretty. Definite HB 8 on my scale, but the foundation on her face is a turnoff. In total she’s a 7. I’d tap that still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat down with us, and I think I offered them all some vodka. Fuck knows. All I know is that it disappeared after they came. (though I doubt they drank anything at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WingMan: oh my God, Sin, Show them Some Magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to do some Magic. This is fucked up. I can only remember a few bits, but as far as I can remember I did a few tricks, and bonnie and clyde were STILL impressed even though I was fucked outta my face. Hahahah! I dropped my cards a lot of times, but they were still impressed. Shit im talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where a gigantic Gap in my memory comes. There is just a void there. I know I didn’t kiss anyone, nor did I game Bonnie or Clyde, or Jamie or Taylor. Nadda. I have no idea what the fuck I did, but there was just a void. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebrant eventually Came let’s name him CT. Short for Chocolate Teddy (cause he likes that name). Apparently according to him, he stood outside his house for us lot to ‘Get ready’ and surprise him. Being Typical British Black people, They just partied. I was too fucking drunk to notice anything. I saw him come in, and I immediately gave him a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU BLACK BASTARD.&lt;br /&gt;CT: Cheers you drunken Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Me: s’cool, S’cooool.. *passess out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came in the dance floor. Taylor and the crew were there. I think I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Taylor, You’re Gorgeous. Come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there’s a void again, cant remember jack shit,but she definitely didn’t come near me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said they had to go, gave Both taylor and Jamie a hug, and passed out somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a massive gap again. I remember sitting down in the kitchen with the rubbish bin in front of me. I told them it was my best friend. Sinful was literally fucked outta his head. This black kid came in the kitchen and was standing near me, facing towards my direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pissed off. The bastard was wearing his hood, INSIDE the house, who the fuck does that. You know this guy is fucked up when they do that, seriously. I was drunk, but I still didn’t lose my logic. Hoodies inside? Nah motherfucker, that’s just fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who’s this? *points at Hoodie boy*&lt;br /&gt;Hoodie Boy: Who?&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHO… IS… THIS????!??!&lt;br /&gt;Hoodie Boy: What do you MEAN who’s this? *takes two steps closer, to the point where I can smell his hot demented breath)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yo, WingMan, who the fuck is this?&lt;br /&gt;Hoodie Boy: What do you mean though? Who’s this? I AM someone, the fuck do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as a heads up, this may not make sense to a lot of you, but you’d have to audible hear the conversation (if you can call it that) to intensify the interaction. This guy was ready to stab me, and I was giving him evil looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked out murmuring to himself, I thought: “Damn straight bitch, walk the fuck away.” And passed out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up a bit, and I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WingMan, I need to get sober Quick.. give me some food…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wingman: Sin, there’s no food here, there’s chicken and Jellof rice though.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fuck off.. that’s way too spicy. Oi WingGirl, pass me that.&lt;br /&gt;WingGirl: pass you what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pass me THAT. (points at cereal)&lt;br /&gt;Wing Girl: what, the bread?&lt;br /&gt;Me: does it look like im pointing at bread, what kind of fucked up eyes do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Wing girl (laughing): Oh the cereal! Haha aight.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (gestures hands to charade a ‘Bowl’, they didn’t get it.) GIVE ME A DAMN BOWL.&lt;br /&gt;Wing Man: YES SIR!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Milk. And a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;Wing Girl: Here, bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit there happily eating my cereal, and I casually look at my Ben Sherman watch which recently got fixed. 1:40 Am. occasionally I missed my mouth and the cereal would land in the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised to myself that if I dropped the bowl,I would clean it. A good 20 seconds after, I dropped the godfrosakened bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is out of respect to CT, because I mustered up every inch of adrenaline left in my body to stay sober, in order to clean the mess I made. Thank fuck the bowl I used was plastic, and the Rubbish bin wasn’t exactly far. (It was dead in front of me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starting to sober up. I told wing girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wing Girl, I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;Wing Girl: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because if I weren’t like this.. (points towards self) I could’ve gamed THAT. (points at Bonnie and clyde)&lt;br /&gt;Wing girl (laughing) : Its True Sin, Its true. Mother has taught you well, but for now, Sleep. (Mother referring to herself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a rush of people coming from the living room to the kitchen, their face screwed up in a manner that looks like they were eating something sour. I wanted to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Someone’s spraying some shit, Fuck this!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself: Fuck, that must be some weird ass’ed Aftershave or cologne, how can it be that LETHAL that it evacuated the dance floor? I mean, Black parties tend to be B.o. heaven (Body Odour) but I didn’t think it’d be that bad, maybe someone shat themselves. Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WingGIrl, im going upstairs to get my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Wing Girl: haha no Sin, stay here, seriously it stinks in there.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ah, I don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I entered the room, I held my breath and staggered upstairs. Before I entered the living room I held my breath, but I tested it out for the smell just before I entered the living room. I smelt nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it came. That sensation that fills me up, whether I like it or not, I cant really decide. I sneezed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneeze number 1. Followed by sneeze number two.. and three.. and four. Until it was about the 11th time and I was on the floor on all fours, teary eyed with saliva and snot drooping from my nose and mouth in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wingman and wingGirl couldn’t stop laughing. CT was laughing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CT: Sin, I told you don’t fucking enter the living room, some bastard sprayed pepper spray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, that was it. Pepper spray. It makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a void here again, cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow landed outside with CT, Wing Girl and Wingman. We started dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put some music on my phone and we had a dance off outside. Apparently I was still good, even though I staggered a lot. We had quite a few onlookers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Girl 1: Heyyy Sin. You allriiight?&lt;br /&gt;Sin: yeah. Drunk. Sup?&lt;br /&gt;Random girl number 2: (Touches my arm) You allright sin?&lt;br /&gt;Sin: *looks at the area where girl 2 touches my arm*&lt;br /&gt;Random girl 3: he looks drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Sin: You think? Shit, you’re a genius.&lt;br /&gt;Random girl 1: haha, you’re so funny… listen, have you got £3.00?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I stepped back and started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin (laughing): CT, hahahhaha CT, did you hear this? These bastards are trying to hustle money off me! Hahahaha! I may be drunk, but I still aint gonna give you jack shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked up to CT and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dude, im still fucking hammered mate, you really need to help me find WingGirl or WingMan.. im sleeping round WingGirl’s house with WingMan and shit… so yeah..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CT: I got your back man, trust. Lets go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we fought off Legions of black bastards trying to swindle money off me, and black bastards trying to talk to CT (cause he’s alpha, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant remember what happens. I remember a few things, but I’ll fast forward it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sober a bit, my adrenaline was kicking in. it was me, wing girl, wing man, TallBoy and Comfort walking to the train station to get picked up. If we bump into any chavs were sorta fucked. Im trying to stay alert. We arrived at the train station. I needed a piss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piss number 3. Right at the Red mailbox. Wingman was laughing, Wing girl was going “eww… HAHHAHAHAH.. but eww sin! Hahgahahhahaha!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver arrived, it was wing girl’s sister. for some reason comfort was sitting on my lap. I was laughing my head off. Im drunk outta my head and ive got a girl on my lap. I weren’t even trying or anything. All this pickup bullshit weren’t helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the moment when I know I was really fucked outta my head, cause of what I thought at the time. I went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, TallBoy I thought you were the pimp? Why the fuck have I got Comfort on my lap? This is wrong man, You’re the better pimp, why is she on my lap? Shit, ive got more game than them bastards on Xboxlive. Im drunk and im still pulling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They thought it was funny, I wasn’t amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at wing girl’s at around about 3 AM. I just laid there on the couch. Wing girl said im not aloud my shoes on. I took em off with my feet. And passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at half 3, and the two bastards were watching spongebob. I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck are you watching spongebob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slapped wing man in the face (cause he was nearest) and went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM Sunday, me winggirl and wingman just relaxed round wing girl’s house until 6 pm. Utter hilarious. We were talking about what the fuck I did (Which is why I remembered quite a lot seeing that they were both sober and I was drunk outta my head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the same boy that I had the encounter with was also the same boy that used the pepper spray. He didn’t do it once, he did it three times apparently, and WingMan (being a loyal friend that he is) asked him to leave nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black people, seeing that they’re black were shit stirring. They went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that you guys wont be familiar with Black terminology (since they tend to invent their own language, I’ll translate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black group 1: OOHH, IS HE GETTING RUDE NOW DOE? IS HE GETTING RUUUUUUDDDDEEEE!?” (is he getting rude now?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black dude number 2: Ahh BLOOD, he’s bare rude u kno, what he chattin abaaaaaaatttttt. (Ahh, dude, He’s really rude you know, what’s he talking about?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoodie Boy: Is this your house numba? (is this your house?)&lt;br /&gt;WingMan: No, but its my friends house. *you can tell that my friend is still sober, cause he’s still civilized)&lt;br /&gt;Hoodie: well den.&lt;br /&gt;WingMan: can you leave, Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black group 1: OOH BRUV, HE’S GETTING BARE RUDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CT steps in and holds Black group 1 out while Hoodie boy and wingman was still squaring off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CT: WingMan, go upstairs, I’ll handle this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of our lot (wingman, Wing girl, Tallboy, comfort, ) was there to witness this, but apparently CT told hoodie boy to never go back to his house ever again. He’s one of them people that got invited to the party because he knew one person, and the person knew another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoodie Boy is apparently the little brother of some crazy black guy who stabs people. He stabs people too apparently. Thank fuck im still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-4064919909266528039?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/4064919909266528039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=4064919909266528039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4064919909266528039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4064919909266528039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-black-ting.html' title='You Black Ting!'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-7191819966538201555</id><published>2008-12-31T20:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:06:00.866Z</updated><title type='text'>December 2, 2008</title><content type='html'>December 2, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has something so inspiring ever kicked you in the ass so hard that it made you taste your food from yesterday? Something that you read, saw, felt or experienced. That's what im going on about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the real shit. Not some Disney fuck that you watch where everything goes in the way of the damn prince and her fucktard army of twats. (I like disney films though.) Life doesnt always turn out the way you planned it. Which is why recently ive experienced such a change into my perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been reading 'I hope they serve beer in hell'. Which is a sort of biography- or compilation of stories (more like field reports) of a guy Named Tucker Max and his fiasco's underlying his lays and approaches. ive constantly found myself laughing so hard by myself that it started to annoy other people. If there was a book that i'd read over and over- this would be it. No, not the Top Gear book not "101 things to do before you die" or the shitty new harry potter book. This is the type of book that entertains you, informative and can be very influential in some aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is a complete asshole. and he does this because he is drunk 98% of the time of his female encounters in the book. He is an absoloute inspiration, and im getting goosebumps at the surge that im experiencing at the moment. The book shows that even though you should be the most polite, civilized and law-abiding person around, you can turn the tides and be a fucktard. and STILL finish first. (he is a law graduate. hence why Civilized was a description. Yes, He did graduate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This changes my whole perception in life. Finding out about the community was like my Left eye being opened. Reading that book is like Opening my right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me realise that my perspective of aiming for an LTR wouldnt work. From now on, instead of getting to know the chick, im gonna go through all sarging phases. im out to Fuck. Then i'll decide if im gonna keep the bitch, or turn her into booty call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets face it, Logistics isnt playing nice to me at the moment. The Love planet and all that crap isnt smiling at me either, they're playing fucking hide and seek. I'd get IoI's, but i'd later find out that the girl is an emotional fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw College. i have to endure only a few months with the chick anyways if she's a mental fucktard. (College is like Undergrad.) Aim for high caliber women Sin, Fuck it. im Fucking anything that's above a 7 on my scale, (that's still pretty steep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title 'Pimp' that all my acquaintances have passed onto me shall now be accepted instead of being brushed away to the side like a vegetarian would to the ham in a pizza. If you call me a pimp, i'll damn live up to the fucking name. and you wont regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it. That smirk on my face will always be there. There is no one bitch that would be able to scrape that outta my face. if she doesnt like me, Fuck her. She can go suck her own dick. if she's a boring fuck, i'll fuck her anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im out of words to say, and this was just pouring what im thinking of at the moment. i have more to write, but you reading this last line either means you're lazy, or you've just read through what has been running in my mind for the past 10 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-7191819966538201555?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/7191819966538201555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=7191819966538201555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7191819966538201555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7191819966538201555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-2-2008.html' title='December 2, 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-9201540565660446835</id><published>2008-12-31T20:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:04:47.404Z</updated><title type='text'>November 23, 2008</title><content type='html'>My Birthday. wooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a balloon saying "Happy 18th bday" tied to my wrist, and a gigantic Badge that said "happy birthday" on me. Peacock much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Nando's (Mexican restaurant) and there was a chick that worked there, i thought she was cute, and she was at the condiment bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked over and grabbed knives and forks- she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh hello. and thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*walked off* i figured i dont want to be too forward. hired guns are complicated bastards. plus she was probably trained to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to walk back to the condiment bar, i needed straws. it wasnt even a reason to talk to her, but i couldnt find it. i talked to her again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"S'cuse me Young lady-that-works-here, do you know where i can find some straws?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked over to where the straws where and smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, that's wicked. i didnt even need to bother you for that long, you should get promoted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks ehrm... " *wheels her around for her name tag* Ro...sie. ah, thanks rosie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i made my way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mate asked for some cream salad thing. had to go back there. didnt initiate convo. it wudve gottenf reaky. she didnt see me either. i think she didnt. not sure. there were other people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we were eating, she went to our table and checked for ketchup, she asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: are you still using the ketchup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: no, were just casually staring at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didnt hear it, and shrugged it off instead and walked away. i got well burned by my friends, didnt care. i'll n-close this hired gun. i had a few eye contacts+ smiles coming from her as i was eating. rather awkward cause i was stuffing my face with chicken wings. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we left, she was at the condiment bar again, i told her: "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem like an intresting person, *gets phone out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: wait- wha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: Nothing, go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No seriously, what is it? *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: Nothing *Smiles* Continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: right, well i think you're an intresting person, what's your number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: that's the thing.. i actually dont know my number..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(at this point i think, Shit. she's either retarded or this is just a way of rejecting me, bastard hired guns)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: haha... but you do msn dont you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: yeah of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: right what is it? its not something embarrassing like "Lil-rosie ere 2k8" (makes gang sign) is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: haha no! but its really long and confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Try me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: right its Rosie-blablabla shitty shitty bang bang. (Cant remember dont ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: okay, screw that, you type it in my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: i dont know how to do it! its too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: get a pen and paper then! you work here! this is your Territory! Right you go get a pen while i do your job, go on, run along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: i got to pretend like im doing work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: dont worry, dont worry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: i havent got one around though! why dont you write your number down on that napkin instead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: you got a pen? guess not. *looks over the nearest table and asks THEM for a pen. She laughs. they laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(heads over to the other HB at the till, HB 7.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insert random crap over here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: right, i dont usually give out my number to random people that ive never met before.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: *Shocked+smiley face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: right here's my number, and you dont even know my name now do you? have a guess at what my name is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Hmm... Tom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: do i honestly look like a tom? do you ACTUALLY believe that i look like a TOM? (this was said in a CnF manner, and she was laughing, so shut it. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (showing her the napkin) right, this is my number, and what's that over there? yes, my name is Sinful (said my real name, dw) well done. anyways im gone, laters laters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cute waitress at the till walked past and i smoothly asked if she had pockets (cause she was carrying something) and slid the pen there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went off afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too sure, she hasnt contacted me or anything. thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-9201540565660446835?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/9201540565660446835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=9201540565660446835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/9201540565660446835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/9201540565660446835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/12/november-23-2008.html' title='November 23, 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-3407479530561689942</id><published>2008-12-31T20:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:04:23.723Z</updated><title type='text'>November 22, 2008</title><content type='html'>there was this chick dressed as an Elf outside where i worked, she looks cute, i was going to open, but my manager was around,and i cant really slack off and talk to outsiders and shit. its really busy in starbucks! this has come to my attention as well, i cant GAME and work at the same time. sucks ass. there's this chick that i wanna game too, but she works with me, and i wont really have time for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this thing with a girl as well, she smiled- but i forgot i was on my break. In starbucks, a smile is usually a gesture of politeness, when im outside, its a frickin IoI. got to remember that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, got off the bus. and i noticed that i obtained a blister on my right foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. i also noticed that my right ass cheek was fucking numb. i had a fear that i got stabbed by some sedative, and that my right ass cheek is going to fall off. and i noticed this AS i was crossing the road, so imagine me groping myself in the middle of the road and tapping my foot (cause i was making sure i could feel something in that leg) before realising that i look like a right mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: i turn 18 in two hours. im already imagining myself going into a PROPER club for the first time, not freezing out, but being aware of the changes from an underage club, to a PROPER club. alongside 1000000 AMOGS and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff, prepared to take it head on. that 'smirk' on my face is plastered already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-3407479530561689942?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/3407479530561689942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=3407479530561689942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/3407479530561689942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/3407479530561689942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/12/november-22-2008.html' title='November 22, 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-7040891846055401699</id><published>2008-12-31T20:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:03:20.930Z</updated><title type='text'>november 18,2008</title><content type='html'>today was rather odd. i was being nice to shirley (which i RARELY do) and she was being nice back. then we reverted to our old ways (insulting each other like children lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to kiss her without actually forcing her to- if that makes sense. she said at one point "Im not going to kiss you on the lips."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i replied with: "Why would i want a kiss from you? *rolls eyes*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: too late, already done it 2 nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: that's allright, u werent that good anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: *shocked face* well you werent that good as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: i'll live. dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: *shocked impression*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she just doesnt wanna kiss me on the lips because she has a spot near her lips, and it makes her feel awkward. (i think, not sure. dont really care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not dying or anything. just taking things as it goes. dont really care. i could lose this chick, and it wont change a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-7040891846055401699?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/7040891846055401699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=7040891846055401699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7040891846055401699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7040891846055401699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/12/november-182008.html' title='november 18,2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-8297623927450265159</id><published>2008-11-16T20:58:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:59:22.409Z</updated><title type='text'>November 15, 2008</title><content type='html'>The day Started off fine. i was heading to Ray's house. practice the Dance routine then go to the party. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practiced from 11-2 pm, then decorated and whatnot from 2-6 pm. our 'entrance' was a bit lame, there werent a lot of people, so it wasnt exactly a good entrance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time the clock hit Half 8- there were about 20 people there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of friends and such started arriving. did the Dance routine @10.. K-closed Shirley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then quickjly got intterrupted by people going "Ooohhhh" (childish sort of thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i isolated her after the party, and kissed her again.i made sure i was in control this time. lasted for about 10 secs? then i withdrew cause im alpha like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a massive DhV sign on my forehead that night. there's too many things to say really. but i had an amazing time. Shitloads of presents too. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video (Snippet of the routine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O9sSis4SZKU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O9sSis4SZKU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-8297623927450265159?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/8297623927450265159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=8297623927450265159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/8297623927450265159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/8297623927450265159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-15-2008.html' title='November 15, 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-8557646422107115131</id><published>2008-11-16T20:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:58:37.974Z</updated><title type='text'>November 12, 2008</title><content type='html'>had a bad day overall. the chick i was meant to sarge, i froze up on her. Because i was stuffing my face when she walked past. and she looked like she was in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on i did an approach too. got amog'ed a bit, but handled that pretty well. the Amog was one of my close friends, and after that i got busted on the things i said, e.g. powerpuff bomb, asking her name, being playful, pushing/pulling etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really pleased.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-8557646422107115131?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/8557646422107115131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=8557646422107115131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/8557646422107115131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/8557646422107115131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-12-2008_16.html' title='November 12, 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-6914255271631684111</id><published>2008-11-16T20:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:58:18.942Z</updated><title type='text'>November 12 2008</title><content type='html'>Interacted a lot. nothing new. magic career is looking better than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised earlier, that my recent degradation (if that's even a word) in terms of gaming has affected me severely. ive been talking to Planck when i realised something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive achieved a lot of things, and im currently achieving a SHITLOT MORE. maybe the reason why AA fucks me up the ass is that because i dont want to ruin that 'streak' that i have built up on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got a job now, Uni stuff nearly sorted, Turning 18 soon, social life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's all set. maybe i just dont want to risk failure again. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to wispy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked him if it was normal for me to not want a girlfriend. he said yes. i elaborated and said that if i got one, it'd prolly be for social proof. he said something like weve all got different targets or something, idk. it was through chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me wanting a girlfriend= neediness. cause i know deepdown if i get a girl right now i'll just get bored and ditch her. im not attracted enough. currently there's a couple of girls that want to bounce on my dick, but i dont really see them as attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its my own screening process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good ol' wispy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-6914255271631684111?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/6914255271631684111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=6914255271631684111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/6914255271631684111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/6914255271631684111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-12-2008.html' title='November 12 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-820758922385367752</id><published>2008-11-16T20:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:53:16.828Z</updated><title type='text'>November 10, 2008</title><content type='html'>Saw rebekka today. actually i was walking down the corridor and she was 10 steps ahead of me. the corridor was isolated, she turned round to see me and my mate talking, so she stopped her best friend (who's like attached to her hips) to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said Hi, i just nodded to acknowledge her existance. i gave her bestfriend a hug and a kiss on the cheek though. cause the best friend is cool, and she deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minimal contact with ToI, dont really give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more Darker side of things, i had Major AA today. as Planck said, i did make an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who sarges at 9 am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one does, but that doesnt mean i shouldnt. i'll make an approach. i promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-820758922385367752?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/820758922385367752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>November 07 2008</title><content type='html'>Dont really know how to approach this chick. saw her today early in the morning, sat down with them, relaxed a bit. then i transferred seats so im sitting beside her. Her friend went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oooh, are you gonna make a move on her now Sin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i said: "nah, Not really my type." (blatant lie. &gt;_&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More fluff here and there, and they had to go, i told em i had to go too so i ejected and transfered myself to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still dont know what to do considering i still planned to go cinemas with her tomorrow. havent heard from her, nor do i wanna mention it unless she does. i thought Alpha males took lead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dumped her boyfriend last night btw. and ive been talking to her best friend, she's quite Flirty with me, which i think is cool. but i doubt i'll bang her, specially with that psycho AFC boyfriend of hers. She said that Bekka told her i was trying to kiss her at the party- her best mate's reaction was enthusiastic. i asked how bekka's reaction was, and she said she didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon that's bullshit. obviously she knows. Bekka apparantly plays hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just gonna put her in the friends zone unless she makes an effort to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User Signature&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-3674702254807976741?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/3674702254807976741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=3674702254807976741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/3674702254807976741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/3674702254807976741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-07-2008.html' title='November 07 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-75595086370393803</id><published>2008-11-16T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:52:18.661Z</updated><title type='text'>Nov.06 2008</title><content type='html'>Im Tired. Mentally and physically. i'll go to Town today just to chillout with friends. Still dissapointed. and i think i need to relax now anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feedback appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-75595086370393803?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/75595086370393803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=75595086370393803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/75595086370393803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/75595086370393803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/11/nov06-2008.html' title='Nov.06 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-7255759332898652458</id><published>2008-11-16T20:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:51:02.983Z</updated><title type='text'>Remember remember, the Fifth of november.</title><content type='html'>The Night i actually struggled, Dissapointment, Blood sweat and tears. (not literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ToI's for the night: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off Fine. i was wearing a black turtle neck Jacket, jeans and my Red Headphones (peacock? or just style?) Things were okay. same old same old. Magic-wise i'd say my career is looking better and better. (even though i dont plan to be a magician) Lots of performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways onto sarging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started performing for this group with one of my targets in it: Georgina is Lovely, she's an HB 7 with a nice body (not tight, baby fat around the right areas) i wont really go into details about the whole conversation, but there was a time when she pulled the puppy eyes on me and i told her that i'd have to rape her if she does it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did it again, so i offered my hand and said "For fucks sake.. women these days. such a hassle" and dragged her to a nearest corner, pushed her againts the wall and kissed her neck. This happened again later, and i repeated the same process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third repetition i said to her: If you do that, i'll kiss you. She did puppy eyes again and i leant in for a kiss. She backed away. Maybe it was because her friends were close with her boyfriend, ive no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i saw Bekka afterwards, i handed out her invite to my party. (which politely says: To Bekka, sexy little gay Chavette.) she started moaning about it in a playful way. we was sort of sharing a seat cause there were bags placed on the seat- and i wanted as much kino as possible. this is already starting to look dodgy. im not really getting IoI's. She thinks im just this Fun person- nothing sexual. i was gonna change that tonight at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember remember, the fifth of november. She'll be remembering that godforsakened day. she'll either make the biggest mistake of her life or open doors to a whole new world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshers party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night started good. i jumped the queue to put my cloak in with my friend kasey and her girlfriend (HB 7 not my type tho) there were a few girls behind me, but they didnt attract me at all. there was this girl that was asking the girls behind me if she could just give em the money to put her cloak in- i just politely told her to "jump in." and then i screamed out "Secuuriitty!!! Queue jumper!!!" and we all had a nice laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to get in the dance floor. i saw Nok- a Thailander Hottie. She's about HB 8. we started dancing- Grinding. for ages. i transferred myself to her lesser hot friend (but really funny) Lorna, which is an HB 6. more grinding and whatnot. i kept thinking that i'll find rebekka later, and execute BBX's move..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is BBX's move Sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on i was asking about how i can manage to Kiss this Rebekka girl (solid HB 10) its not the case that im scared to make a move- its just that i can never get her isolated and her full interest on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBX suggested to just go for it the first time i see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced more for a bit, then i eventually stumbled onto her. she was with her whole group of friends. one of which was complaining why she didnt get invited to my party. i took bekka's hand and tried to drag her away from her best friends in a dancing fashion- no budge, she ejected after 3 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ejected, i said i gotta go get a drink, got a kiss on the cheek from her and ejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down on my own- thinking how fucking hard this will be. ive no idea why i cant isolate her on her own- its not usually that hard. but what the fuck is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw her. i'll deal with her later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw nok again, danced with her a bit, things were reallllly getting steamy, people were looking at us cause we were getting so sexual. i dont really wanna close this chick- i think she has a boyfriend, and im trying to get out of the homewrecker status. Plus, she's not really my type. the boyfriend did come- AFC, but he's one of those guys i see in college that are good to talk to. so i'd be really guilty if i made her woman cheat on him. i ejected afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's Georgina? there she is. Wearing a bright pink tutu under tights and a T-shirt. Kinky. Her Friend Caroline was wearing the same thing, though she's a much thinner, much lesser outgoing person than Georgina. (i'd say she's about the same level of HB as her, but caroline doesnt talk much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured it'd be good to start off from where i left with her this morning. started dancing,g rinding obviously. its quite uncomfortable, seeing that she's taller than me as she's wearing high heels. its bullshit. this is one of the times where i actually hate being a short ass. but hey what the hell can i do? i cant exactly control this factor in my life. caroline kept feeling awkward, this is where i needed a fucking wingman. she kept dragging georgina away. and she doesnt seem like she wants to cheat on her boyfriend too. (ive barely spoken to her boyfriend, but i'd gladly tap georgina.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend found me- Lauri. she's one of my pivots. started dancing for a bit and she proposed a competition to see how many girls i could kiss. and how many guys she could kiss in this night alone. i accepted. we danced again. after 10 mins, HB 7 Amy came up to me and said some jibberish about kissing, and she leant in for a kiss. it was just a peck. HB 8 kelly came up to me and said the same jibberish, and leant in for a kiss. another peck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf? she told us afterwards that they're aving a kissing compeition. (just like me and lauri, but the difference is they're both girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt count that as a K-close. no i prolly wouldnt day-game them.t hey aint LTR material. they aint slutty too. they're just not my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, i found bekka again, and i decided i'd dance with her best friend instead of her. after 10 mins she said "Sinful, DANCE OFF!!!" and i looked over and people started clearing the dance floor. i quickly entered and Nathan (one of my mates) was busting out his moves. he ended and offered the floor to anyone- i started Gliding towards the center and Pop-locked, and i moonwalked out. the crowd went mental. this was to "Yeah" by usher. thank fuck i knew the song, otherwise i wouldve looked like an idiot. There's my massive DhV for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i exited, and Amy said i was fucking amazing, yadda yadda. bekka said the same thing, i tried to isolate bekka again. Fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fastforward onto later, me, georgina and caroline were sitting down on some seats overlooking the dance floor. she was tired, caroline was either bored or tired. she said "Im going onto the other room" (Which is the indie part of the club) and i said "Okay, im going to get a drink, catch ya later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and leant in for a kiss as i ejected. She quickly gave me a peck on the lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's 3. now. 3 pecks on the lips. my game is either falling down or im getting lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started moshing too. if you dont know the term, look it up. its good fun. Got elbowed in the head a couple of times, but there was a point in time where i was the only person moshing and no one else dared to enter, as if im the king of the circle. that lasted for like 20 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few more minutes, Found amy again: i started grinding with amy- even though she's taller than me by like a head's length. i looked over my back, and there was this guy about to rip my head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa, back the fuck off: i forgot Amy had a boyfriend, and she's in here. major AFC behaviour exhibited. i told amy im gonna get killed, so stay away from me, she said relax, cause he's been dancing with other girls too. the boyfriend kept giving me an impression that he's gonna kick my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towards the end of the party (cause it ends at half 12) my favorite song came on- Closer by Neyo. i found amy again, and i found bekka too. im putting everything now: so i took her hand, spun her around and started grinding on her, she cant really grind, the hell's wrong with her? i was grinding in front of her best friend, so she wouldnt eject, but she went to her other friend after. leaving me with amy. we danced for a bit, and bekka came back. she told amy something, and amy told me she had to go. i said "cool" and kissed her in the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked bekka if she was going too- she said yeah, " so she moved closer for a hug, but i stood still, as the hug was over, i took my hand and sort of grabbed her chin lightly, directing her mouth to mine. she backed off the last second, so i got the edge of her lips instead. She said something afterwards, i couldnt hear- music was too loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a horrible experience failing three times. Three times? where's the third one? i originally intended to K-close my other friend's best friend. but she was too Attitude-ey. and i cant be bothered to properly game her. specially with the banging bass and loud music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note that the interactions above werent the only ones i encountered, i was dancing with a few others too. (grindin of course) and a few of my friends. they were just irrelevant to my PU journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd rate this night a 5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin's not a happy bunny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-7255759332898652458?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/7255759332898652458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=7255759332898652458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7255759332898652458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7255759332898652458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/11/remember-remember-fifth-of-november.html' title='Remember remember, the Fifth of november.'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-1057366366382277834</id><published>2008-11-16T20:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:50:32.323Z</updated><title type='text'>November 04, 2008</title><content type='html'>There were frankly too many opened sets today, so i cant go into detail onto each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this girl in this supermarket that helps out with the self-service tills. ive been Semi-gaming her everytime i go to that supermarket (which is nearly every week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to get her myspace today, she's 19. she's LTR material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw bekka today too- well i think it was her. i didnt say hi or anything, walked past her in town- (it was a day off college) i looked through her and kept talking to my friend. im awaiting a text from her complaining why i didnt say hi- its bound to happen. a gut feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sidenote tomorrow is gonna be 'freshers party' (one MAhoooosive college party) anbd im planning to K-close at least 2 ToI's. =] will post a FR of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sinful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-1057366366382277834?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/1057366366382277834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=1057366366382277834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/1057366366382277834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/1057366366382277834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-04-2008.html' title='November 04, 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-6227378764376171205</id><published>2008-11-16T20:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:42:22.313Z</updated><title type='text'>November 03 2008</title><content type='html'>I decided today was Chav day. I went to college in a light blue tracksuit. if you dont know what a 'chav' is, kindly google it. Its a stereotype in the UK. much like the white people trying to act 'gangsta'. (no racism intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, got opened a lot. got a lot of stares and a lot of laughs. Seriously this is hillarious i felt confident even though i looked like a right twat. LOL. apparantly i looked cute as well. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, if you didnt read the conversation with bekka, kindly download and read this now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.megaupload.com/?d=ZHJ3U4CX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a conversation i had a few days from today. i saw her at the corridor but we both hand lessons. we just said hi and i just briefly explained why im wearing the tracksuit. nothing funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw her again later on when we were going home. she was on the phone, i walked up to her (as she was walking forward) and took her arm in mine (so she's sort of clinging to me) she was talking to someone, asking where she is. we stopped after 10 seconds (cause we found the girl she was looking for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what went on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sooo. you still taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: yeahh.... (in a boring monotonous tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ahh, that's a shame, that's a shame! Anyways, as i was saying, i wanna go to the cinemas tomorrow- watching Eagle Eye, but seeing that you're taken, mmm dont think that's a good idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: mmm, ive never heard of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: its got that guy out of transformers, its gonna be wicked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Oh... (sad face) is it action?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah it is, why? dont you like that transformers dude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: oh i dont like action films..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Shit, did you expect me to watch some chick flick or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: haha, no... (i start to walk away whilst still looking at her as she gets dragged in the opposite direction by her friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: im going now, see ya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: *struggles to get outta her friends' grasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hugs here+Cheek-to-cheek kiss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: what in the fuck was that? a granny kiss? do it properly woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: (kissess me on the cheek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Laters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering, if i should still ask her to come tomorrow for the film?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-6227378764376171205?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/6227378764376171205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=6227378764376171205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/6227378764376171205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/6227378764376171205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-03-2008.html' title='November 03 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-7724163222726182322</id><published>2008-11-16T20:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:41:52.028Z</updated><title type='text'>halloween- what a fucking Long night.</title><content type='html'>I'll start from as far as i can remember.. if it doesnt make sense, the sequence of events are probably fucking jumbled. Relax and bear with me. im sort of hungover and i want to input all of this before i doze off into dreamworld and forget about it.i'll also be inputting non-seduction related crap, cause i figured i';d just copy paste this onto my online blog which details non seduction shit as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were in starbucks. Me, Ray and Ellaina. Ray's this kid who sorta looks like me but chubbier. and he's got blonde highlights. Ellaina's this 18 year old chick that looks 12. Back the fuck off. she's like my little sister. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat down in starbucks for like an hour. i inquired about when i start working there.. mark said he'll sort it out monday or tuesday. one of them days. as we got up, i got my coat and put it on a trendy fashion, and i saw this HB8 looking at me through the window while she was walking. i sort of froze, in epic comedic movie-esque moment. as in a 'love at first sight' thing. She followed me with her head while she moved forwards. i stood frozen. we got out, and i felt good already. me and my friends just walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh my god, why the fuck did you not apporach you AFC. RTFCC. Nub."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she looked about two years younger than me. (17 now, she's 15 most probably, i dont know. just judging) and i dont really fancy girls that are younger than me. had enuf of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, we made our way to the party. i was dressed as 'George sampson' (google it.) my mate ray as some gangsta dude and ellaina as a pixie. there were 2 guys there, and a chick. one's in a relationship with one of the guys there, but she was Cute. i wouldve tried and BF destroyed his ass, but he's my friend's brother's friend. and diaz is fucking scary. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of our friends came later on as well as two potential HB's. both were taller htan me, and they were sorta anti social. like sort of confining to themselves. bit shit if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party seems to be calming down. im having fun dancing, chugging on Vodka, JD and barcardi (not in one drink obviously) and my friend Sam comes along with Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren is this cute chick who isnt really gifted with boobs. lets just leave it at that. she's not ugly either. i'd rate her about a 7.5 not too bad considering i have high standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met lauren at college. she sorta hangs around the group. never really talked to her bout anything. we started talking- and i turned my game on. i am not gonna ruin my streak. my streak is to k-close a target at any given party. AT ANY GIVEN PARTY. (providing there are POTENTIAL targets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, i had her sitting on my lap in no time. thank fuck she aint fat, otherwise she wudve crushed my legs and i wudve been in a wheel chair. i took a sip of straight JD and told her to shut up. i created sexual tension. we just sat ther ein silence for like 5 seconds. i just stared at her then, and went in for a kiss. she kissed back- she's actually pretty good. i'd rate her an 8/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, the rest of the night were just making out, bla blah blah, fingering her, blah blah blah. we went upstairs, got naked, touching up still. and the bitch refused to give me head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bastard. i would initiate LMR destroying, but i'd feel really bad. im just gonna ditch this girl later on, and i'd ahve to see her in college. so i just ignored it and got a handjob instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bitches kept knocking on the toilet door. ahh, BASTARDS. we got dressed, went downstairs. as usual in teenager fashion, the people around us were "ooh what the fuck ave u been up to?" "Sinful, you're well lucky tonight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh shut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you cant be fucked to read any non-pua shit, dont read this part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on i found my friend Lauri flirting with one of the guys earlier. i encouraged her to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward to 30 mins, she was sitting on her lap, and at one point they were getting on each other. this is the part where Ray developed his inner gay again and started being an ass. he drank straight JD- and he's a proper lightweight. Dick. he's like my brother, but it really pissess me off everytime he does this. goes to a party, gets drunk, makes a scene and storms off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ass. He walked outside, and we were in the middle of nowhere. in Epic fashion it was fucking raining. me and James (Owner of the house) comforted him and shit, couldnt help but cry. Ive been giving Ray some Advice on Pickup, but he seriously is not budging. if you lot think your oneitis is bad, this guy's the fucking gold medalist. ive even N-closed for him. if i could push it further, i would. he's like my brother, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came back in, bloodshot eyes (cause i was fucking crying) and Lauri talked to me, saying she feels bad. i just told her it isnt her fault, and its ray's fault cause he aint over you and whatnot. it sucks feeling helpless. i cried there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU CRY SO MUCH YOU LITTLE GIRL?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off. Ray's my brother if i had a Twin, it'd be him. though i'd be the cooler, more pimp-like one. its natural for me to feel like that when i wanted to help him and i couldnt do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho the same basic things happened really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray stormed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsty's drunk, and she threw up on her step dad (they werent pleased)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellaina's Fucked outta her head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diaz (25 year old dude) wanted to fuck her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else was just drinking and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, to summarize, one K-close, which continues TWO streaks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 parties running - K-Closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 girls in a row - has said "You're a fucking amazing kisser" at one point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-7724163222726182322?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/7724163222726182322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=7724163222726182322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7724163222726182322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7724163222726182322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-what-fucking-long-night.html' title='halloween- what a fucking Long night.'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-2841345796737285644</id><published>2008-11-16T20:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:41:31.940Z</updated><title type='text'>October 30, 2008</title><content type='html'>Bekka said hi today on msn. i was quite shocked, so i decided to full on game her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you can tell a few little bits of previous events just by reading the conversation.. i dont think its that long, and i dont think it drags on either. note of the time intervals as well (i think its there//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.megaupload.com/?d=ZHJ3U4CX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please read it. i actually want feedback this time around, thank youu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-2841345796737285644?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/2841345796737285644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=2841345796737285644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/2841345796737285644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/2841345796737285644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/11/october-30-2008.html' title='October 30, 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-7149181615123363887</id><published>2008-11-16T20:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:41:18.390Z</updated><title type='text'>30th October</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Thorpe Park. i had 3 pivots on me. Actually, 4. roaming around i wanted to sarge someone, but i felt there's no point seeing as im never gonna meet them again, and wouldhave rather spent the time with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of sets were opened, though no escalation. i opened sets while we were queuing. 2 hour wait for a ride isnt funny. i HAD to game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho- yeah cheers biz. i still have a lot to learn though. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-7149181615123363887?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/7149181615123363887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=7149181615123363887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7149181615123363887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7149181615123363887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/11/30th-october.html' title='30th October'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-7635477515842543554</id><published>2008-11-16T20:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:40:36.670Z</updated><title type='text'>LONDON TOWN - 28th October 2008</title><content type='html'>LONDON TOWNNNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today im spending the day with sarah, she's a good friend. i wouldnt tap her, but i'd get with her though. she is GF material, though i really dont see us 2 getting together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we went to an open day in Brunel university, quite cool. lots of kino between us. She kept saying how mean i am. and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everytime she told me one of those, i told her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jeez woman, you should really stop saying that. i know i am already, its like going up to a black person and saying "You're black.." repeatedly. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got a bit steamy on the way home- i'd opt for a kiss, but i really dont know if i should or not. its more of a Mind vs Dick going on. (my mind won in the end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt really sacrifice a REALLY good friend just for a kiss or a lay. Good friends are hard to find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-7635477515842543554?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/7635477515842543554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=7635477515842543554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7635477515842543554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7635477515842543554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/11/london-town-28th-october-2008.html' title='LONDON TOWN - 28th October 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-5076180437032340369</id><published>2008-10-25T18:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:32:58.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct 25 2008</title><content type='html'>October 25, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field report:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a cold day. but the sun was out. typical english weather. me, my friend mayowa and my female friend ellaina was just walking, when i noticed a 2 set behind me chatting happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked back to see if they're HB's... well. HB 7's. aint bad. need a warmup set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked back again, they were still walking behind us. i opened with "Wait- you're not stalking me are you?" we didnt stop, we just casually walked. the bastards replied violently. OMG who do you think you are, yadda yadda whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waste of time. No need to over react. i said it in a joking fashion, therefore you should reply in a joking manner. if you ask my personal opinion, these girls are probably trying to out-do eachother. by shooting me down, and degrading me more, they're upping their value to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn. Go get a new face from Asda. (Costco?) you need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we left ellaina afterwards, cause today is emant to be 'cherpsin' day (sarging day) just like messing around and catching up and whatnot. nothing serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had full eye contact with these two girls today, Both HB 7. didnt open. they waved, i waved. i dont know their names, ive never seen them before in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares, i couldnt be bothered at the time anyways. my friend said what am i thinking for not approaching, i said to him that i'll approach them if we cross paths again... i got reminded of the time when i had full eye contact with two HB 8's, we followed them into the store, looked around for a bit then headed out, and as we walked past the escalators, the HB's were going downstairs laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they either did it on purpose or accidentally, either way i ddnt get the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways we was walking through Primark.. (GAP?) and i spotted this HB 8 standing on her own, she worked there and was folding t-shirts. Approach anxiety struck me. Shit. i was fumbling in my head for an opener. fuck it. while my friend was talking about something, im trying to dig up the perfect opener, quick before AA completely fucks me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked past her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK it. no approach. i told my friend once we exited the store about her, he said "You either approach or you dont, simple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked back in, and approached her. she's entertaining customers. and i was inches away. aaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i circled around her, and her colleague seemed to realised that im onto her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AA is really driving me crazy now. and i walked back out. i got my phone out and my friend walked out, his head shaking in dissapointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You either do it or you dont."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this. went back in and opened with the AFC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, what's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: Josie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's cool. *hi 5's* how's work today? " *the fuck am i thinking?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Its cool i guess"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah this looks reaaallly fun.... How old are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: "16."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ooh ahh, what school did you go to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Mayflower. - How old are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"17. Turning 18"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, i look about 12 though, its wicked, i get child tickets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hb: my manager's looking at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"anyways, i dont really wanna hold you up or anything but have you got a phone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hb: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" *takes phone out* Wicked, so you're kinda cute- so its 079... (079 are the starting digits of most UK cellphone numbers) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hb: I dont know my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dissapointed look* You sure about that, or did you not want to give a stranger your number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hb: haha, no... i just dont know it on the top of my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about E-mail, you got that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: yeah but its really embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haha, that's cool, go on, SHoot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;insert lame e-mail here&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'Indahouse' with a 'D' yeah? wow, that's very... unique.. (laugh) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hb: yeah its quite old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i gotta get back to my friend, see ya! come here and give me a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hb: no i cant, my manager's looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes and hugs her anyways, more like a half hug.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balloon girl standing in the middle of a mall. and she's tied to at least 50 odd balloons. i wanted to open her last week but i think i got lazy. Logistics didnt look great either, she was busy selling em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you look kinda bored, what's up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: Nothing much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah i was about to talk to you earlier but you seemed kinda busy, so is this your job then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hb: Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's cool. how much do you get an hour?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hb:"45 quid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa, 45 quid for.. wait, that's for the whole day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hb:"yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, that's allright then. anyways, gotta get back to my friend, but have you got a name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hb:"megan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You got a phone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hb:"yep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right, well this is my phone and what you do is..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINFULLL!!!! *looks up to the second floor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see my friend Rob from college, i aint gonna let him blow my set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To rob: "What? hold up one sec.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"here *passess phone* put your number in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im quite pleased with my cold approaches. i rarely do cold approaches, and my success rate for em is probably 50/50. im more into networking or nightgame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised, i closed TWO hired guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-5076180437032340369?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/5076180437032340369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=5076180437032340369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/5076180437032340369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/5076180437032340369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/10/oct-25-2008.html' title='Oct 25 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-4231344684614522395</id><published>2008-10-25T18:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:32:34.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebekka</title><content type='html'>I felt Fly today. i put together an outfit, its basically a plain white long sleeved t-shirt over a Collared Pink Shirt (short sleeved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn i looked sexy. haha! anyways, if you've been following my Journal, the night that i went to that party with Taylor+jamie and whatnot, i stumbled upon these two girls at the train, they got off at the station. and they didnt have tickets. at the time they asked me where the crossing was, cause they didnt have tickets and would just run off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told them the crossing is over there *points* and that they're naughty girls for not paying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told em to follow me, and i led the way towards the inspector dude. i showed my ticket promptly at his face, and told the two girls "Come on ladies..." (just to show that im with them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt sure what i was thinking, but they said thanks and whatnot afterwards. they were going to a party, one of them was a definite HB 10. and the other HB 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im planning to Sarge the HB 10. i dont care about the outcome, i wanna fucking talk to this chick. ive had plenty of opportunities, but im not gonna see this chick for a week at least if i dont sarge her tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a good thing ive got a trial work experience for starbucks tomorrow, that means im gonna look Fly in a black shirt and whatnot. and i can DhV by mentioning that later on to her when i sarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i saw rebekka, someone ive been passively gaming every now and then (she aint budging though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked upto her, and since i do magic, some of her male friends wanted me to do a trick. (in an annoying manner obviously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience has taught me to perform in my own conditions, so i politely said no and continued talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her friend was still annoying, and asked me to vanish a pen. i took it, and threw it away. Poof, vanished. his friend started calling me a dick. and i promptly ignored him and told Rebekka im going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw Pick up. im not a performing monkey. Im a magician too- and even though it would DhV like fuck WOW-ing her friends, (which i ddnt want to anyways) my number 1 rule is to perform under my own terms. not my spectators.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-4231344684614522395?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/4231344684614522395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=4231344684614522395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4231344684614522395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4231344684614522395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/10/rebekka.html' title='Rebekka'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-7989818686836067159</id><published>2008-10-25T18:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:32:06.279+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'that chick'</title><content type='html'>Doing a lot of things atm. Coursework, Job hunting, Practicing magic, performing, Dancing, Learning how to break dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and course, still actively looking for potential targets. The day was average. my Peacock for today was massive Red headphones *image below*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i keep seeing this girl with the exact same headphones- though a different colour. these headphones cost £30.00 which is not really affordable for headphones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, i opened her wayyy back before- but i didnt quite make a good impression. i think i opened a 3 set, with her in it and i was doing Shotgun negs, and she reacted quite ehrm.. aggressively when i said to a girl "Do i know you from somewhere? " *Cause i actually thought i knew her from somewhere, anyways here's the convo.. Somewhere along this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "wow, is that your chat up line?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "no, i actually thought i knew her. "&lt;br /&gt;*looks at her up and down, + Disgusted look*&lt;br /&gt;*walks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "OMG DID YOU SEE HIS REACTION, BLA BLA BLA" (couldnt hear after this point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, i wanna game her. so im being very careful and such around her. she's ignoring me- cause ive been trying to get eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the flip side of things, im actually the king of college. actually, id ont like being the king. more like the prince. i practically have "DhV" stamped on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, that's not why i wanted to post an entry here anyways. its because we were all standing at the bus stop, and i accidentally opened this chick by accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to my friends and i turned and sort of lightly stamped on the feet of one of the girls there, i looked up to see my friend's reaction. though it turns out that i stamped on this girl's feet that ive BARELY spoken words to before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied with "ouuuuch" and i was kinda stuck midway between "oh sorry, wrong person " and "ahh, you'll live." i semi gamed her afterwards, no number close. ive known her for a year and barely spoken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-7989818686836067159?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/7989818686836067159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=7989818686836067159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7989818686836067159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7989818686836067159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/10/that-chick.html' title='&apos;that chick&apos;'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-6681042280306865712</id><published>2008-10-25T18:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:31:25.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>October 20, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an interview today for Starbucks, i think it went quite well. the manager liked me. but she said that when i came in to hand my CV, i was apparantly quite rude to the girl (When i was just gaming her, but she was an HB 7, and the game i was spitting was for HB 10 i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager asked me nicely to apologise (as to show maturity) which i would have anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the job, but i dont want to work with people that i dont get along with. ther'es a time and place for gaming, and work isnt really that place for me i reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed what my sticking point now is-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my style is CnF, but i seem to not know the boundary between what's CnF and what's just cocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some insights on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidenote, got the number of this girl i opened a week ago. had a nice chat with her =] -she hasnt texted yet tho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sister problemo- from the second entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word got out that i kissed jamie, and apparantly im playing both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want that Taylor Girl, but i dont wanna cause some traumatic shit. i'll just wait until Jamie gets bored of me (i'll stop replyiong to texts and whatnot) and full on game taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently ignoring BOTH of them. i know it risks me losing my chances with taylor, but who the fuck cares? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-6681042280306865712?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/6681042280306865712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=6681042280306865712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/6681042280306865712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/6681042280306865712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-20-2008-i-had-interview-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-9113820287319851603</id><published>2008-10-19T19:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:16:34.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'>October 18, 2008</title><content type='html'>I had a deep conversation with 8 today in the chatroom. i wasnt quite sure if i was enlightened in any way- but it didnt really sway my opinion on anything, nor did i learn anything new. overall he just asked questions, more or less trying to find my motivation factors for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan for today is to meet up with mayowa (wingmannnnn, wooh) and i havent seen him for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, going straight to jennifer's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, two parties in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got ready, got out and whatnot. and its all well and dandy. met up with mayowa, and met up with ellaina, which is one of my best friends. she's currently in a LDR-LTR (long distance relationship, long term) with someone and i wanted to meet him. he turned out to be allright. damn straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my friend just chatted a lot of shit. we didnt make any approaches, but we got a lot of eye contact. none of us were bothered that we didnt do approaches, but felt good cause we had eye contact. laziness is a key term here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, made my way to the party. got a taxi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i entered, and it was a bit dead. there were a lot of people sitting down. but the dance floor was open. its a house party, and the lights were on. what in the fuck? i made myway upstairs, dropped my bag and went outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chick named Jamie-Leigh was there, she's been gaming me (literally) for ages now. in a third person perspective, she's the AFC that's trying to game me. i think that's quite complimentive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the only potential targets there. a group of 5. Jamie, Jamie's sister, Taylor. and 3 other randomers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night was too eventful. i ended up doing magic for some of the people there and a bit for the girls (outside in the freezing cold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taught Taylor how to moonwalk and glide. ended up slowdancing with her (jokingly, but i did want it to be a bit serious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then told taylor: "you know, if you were a bit shorter, you'd so be mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mimed to be shorter than me, goddamnit why do i have to be so short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about half an hour later, we were slow dancing on the road again, and i told her: If i was a bit taller, you'd so be mine. (see the difference? LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it had quite an effect. not quite sure whether positive or negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this is where logistics clearly fuck me over. Taylor is Prettier than Jamie, But Jamie likes me- and they're sisters. so i cant really game Taylor without jamie getting pissed off. (possibly creating some traumatic shit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* anywho fast forward, some girl drama, etc etc. the girls noticed that i was trying to get on taylor, so i distanced myself a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isolated jamie, we were in a room full of kiddies, and she was looking at a game, i took the game, put it down, told her she's black (Personal joke) and Kissed her for about 5 seconds, pulled away and told her she's black again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing decent after that. Though the targets earlier said i was 'rude' to them, when in reality it was actually THEM that was rude to me, it was like some of them were on their periods or something. seriously, WOMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and Jamie's allright. bit too young. im 17, she's 15. 2 year gap. i know it doesnt matter in the future, but im not really fond of younger girls nowadays. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor's 16 btw. (pic of her below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/48/l_92b02fc7d88a4d4483c3889ffaf9953b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/48/l_92b02fc7d88a4d4483c3889ffaf9953b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho. ending it for now. im tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-9113820287319851603?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/9113820287319851603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=9113820287319851603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/9113820287319851603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/9113820287319851603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-18-2008.html' title='October 18, 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-6501030824438004631</id><published>2008-10-19T19:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:14:57.414+01:00</updated><title type='text'>October 17, 2008</title><content type='html'>Logistics is clearly not in my favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 8 o clock. and im walking around costco's looking for a deck of cards with my auntie and grandma. not exactly alpha, but i need cards. Needs Vs wants. im clearly late. the party started at 7:30, and im already half an hour late. Fashionably late is a choice, but i doubt i'll be there soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got ready and going by 8:30. Got a bit lost on the way, dad was drivin, and we didnt know the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley rang me up- She's HB 10- but she lacks racks. Seriously. if flat chested had a clear definition, you'd have a picture of her. she asked what time im getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh ahh, IoI. why did she want me there anyways? sounds like im gonna get some tonight. i told her i'll be there in a bit, but dont wait for me. She said she's going to the shops. i said "cool." and hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad drove around a bit, and i rang shirley for directions. we drove past her and i told her to raise her hand. She did, so i got out of the car and met up with Shirley, and her friend Hannah. Hannah is about twice my size and she's 'Big boned'. She's lovely and that, but it will never work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stood in the shops for a bit. we were all underage- i AM barely, cause i turn 18 in a month. but anyways we stood there, and i asked why the hell were standing in the cold for when were meant to be partying? she said she's waiting for Mike, her ex, cause he's gonna buy us booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit. at this point my respect for this chick has started to run away. half an hour has passed. and apparantly mike's in a park somewhere near where we were. I didnt know where the party was, Hannah knew- but she couldnt leave shirley, and obviously shirley was too busy going 'gaga' over mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided it'd do me good to go with them anyways, its 9 pm, and im with two girls. ditching them would make me feel bad later on. we got to the park, and as luck would turn out, there were 2 girls there that i knew from college, cause i network a lot. one of the girls there was with her boyfriend (kissing and whatnot) and i basically just talked to jess, which is one of my good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i know what you're thinking now. So many female interactions, but why am i not escalating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would i? i prefer to socialise and have a good time, rather than have a mindset of "FUCK FUCK FUCK ANYTHING THAT MOVES". jess is simply a friend, a good one that is, and we had a nice long chat while hannah froze her ass off and shirley talking to mike. there were a couple of people there, but nothing fancy. i constantly asked hannah if she was okay. i had a coat on, and i kept offering it to her- even though it would barely fit her. (and im not even funny, she's about twice my size.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we got going to the party, me and hannah. and shirley following with mike and his 'gangsta crew'. (even tho mike's not invited) me and hannah both need a piss, and we talked for a bit. just fluff. nothing serious. anyways as i got there, the atmosphere was FUN, but there werent a lot of people. most were old/family. i headed straight for the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the celebrant's dad owns the bar, so we can get served even if we dont have ID. i chugged down some Vodka+redbull and settled myself on a table at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i eyed up the whole room. there were no potential targets. seems unlikely but there really isnt a target for me. most of the guys there were the amog's that i face in college, and the few chicks present there were those ones that i had major AA with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sent my dad a text asking to be picked up. i figured that the party is dead. no targets, and the people there dont seem very social. i felt out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becca was there, another good friend of mine. i talked to her for a bit, then danced for a bit. i walked outside, and shirley was there. i sat down and looked at her for a good 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's gorgeous. but its amazing how my perception towards her has changed overnight. i am absoloutely completely disgusted of her because of tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to mike's "crew" about army stuff, they were quite allright. hey, im just being social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad came, and i got in the car. The party wasnt as bad as i thought it be in the beginning, i shouldve stayed. then again i couldnt let my dad down too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a decent time overall. i'd rate it a 6/10. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-6501030824438004631?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/6501030824438004631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=6501030824438004631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/6501030824438004631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/6501030824438004631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-17-2008.html' title='October 17, 2008'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-3081277211622533211</id><published>2008-10-12T13:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:50:11.931+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why i follow 8.</title><content type='html'>Community Conditioning,&lt;br /&gt;Alignment of Individual Perception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I want to make clear something I've been noticing on different Community boards: nobody OWNS social dynamic theories. This shit is all part of Human Behavior. Everything is already out there, happening on it's own. The gurus that come up with new "techniques" or "mindsets" are really just guys that are putting labels on PsychoSocial Dynamic Systems that already exist, and reverse-analyzing them. Newton didn't INVENT Gravity, he DISCOVERED it. The science was ALWAYS there. The same holds true for attraction, and seduction. Every technique, trick, and mindset, is already out there, floating around, just waiting to be noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see guys on different boards nuthugging different Gurus because they have coined a flashy-named-mindset that seems to REALLY WORK. Guys think, "holy shit, man, this guy is a fucking GENIUS. His method creates RESULTS. He's is moving the GAME to WHOLE NEW LEVELS. He's completely REINVENTING the game of ATTRACTION!" I see this all the time, and it just cracks me up. Sometimes I'll pop onto threads like these and I can't help but laugh. I want to grab these guys by the shoulders, and shake them, and say "hey man, the truth is OUT THERE, for YOU to discover from PERSONAL EXPERIENCE. All these gurus are doing is just putting catchy-names on psychology that's been around for CENTURIES." And damn, decades from now, there will be so many more elegant and dynamic explorations into PsychoSocial Dynamics and Attraction, but you know what? That's all going to be shit that you and I see everyday, right now. Human behavior hasn't changed. The problem is, most of us are just too stuck in our own heads to notice what's going on around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm bringing this up, is because I see so much potential being squandered by subordination. The loyal "followers" that spend their days by augmenting their social behaviors in accordance with the "theories" and "mindsets" of Guru SoAndSo. "Guru SoAndSo is fucking MONEY. This guy KNOWS how to get laid. I'll get out there, and act like he tells me to act, and think about thinks the way he thinks about things, and then, man, I might be able to get as good as HE is. And I've got a fucking poster of him on my wall, too. I love you, GuruSoAndSo! You're fucking awesome." And you know what's REALLY funny about this? Quotes like that are ACTUALLY TRUE for SO MANY guys out there. I've SEEN guys saying shit like that. Literally. NO exagerration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to highlight this issue, because I believe that becomming aware of it is the first step to overcoming it. See, the problem is, by nut-hugging gurus and idolizing their theories, guys are making the biggest mistake when it comes to improving their own growth an attractive, socially calibrated men. The biggest mistake is: discounting your own attractive appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys don't NEED any of this shit. To spend your days trying to master "the game" and "sarging", and trying to figure out why you're getting "blown out" is just fucking pathetic. And I say that with the utmost compassion. Really. I'm saying it's pathetic, not as a negative, derogatory term, but as a synonym for a Tragedy. I don't think LESS of guys that do this, I genuinely feel SORRY for them, and I WANT them to realize that all this social "training" that they are putting themself through is really the wrong way to approach all of this. It's wrong. I firmly believe that. Just because alot of guys acheive success from the process, that doesn't mean the process is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point out every guy that gets to "where he wants to be" in the game, and I'll show you a guy who has come to the realization that the only "game" they need, is themselves. And you know what the gurus are doing at that point? They start to explain their own personality traits. They take experiences they've had with girls, and they reverse-analyze what they said, or did, or thought about, with the girl, in order to put a label onto a new "mindset" or "technique". They are dissecting themselves, and doing Social Autopsies in order to find some behavior or mindset that can be coreographed and repeated for future re-use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By embracing Guru SoAndSo's theories and formulas, guys are, in essence, trying to be something that they are not. They're trying to "correct" or "improve" their behaviors. Or worse, they're trying to CREATE a new PERSONALITY. This, right there, is a travisty, in my opinion. Because every guy, every single guy out there, has something unique and wonderful about him. The ultimate failure is that, most of these guys are being SOCIALLY CONDITIONED, by the very community that claims it is destroying social coniditioning mindsets. The victims here are the ambitious young men that wish to make something of themselves. They want to "fix" their "AFC" or "CHODE" behaviors. They want to BE like Guru SoAndSo. They want this, they want that, they want better, they want more. And in the process, they lose sight of the most powerful truth there is: they are devoting their time to a lifestyle of ABANDONING and RESISTING their own Individual Value and Worth (which is, in all honesty, greater than ANYTHING ELSE. Period. There is NOTHING more important than this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Daoism, a very popular teaching is that: the more you try to ATTAIN the DAO (enlightenment), the farther you actually move AWAY from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this hits home when I look about the various dating and attraction communities. Guys out there are trying SO HARD to become ATTRACTIVE and SEX-WORTHY with techniques, mindsets, theories, tricks, and everything under the sun... But all this is just LATERAL movement. They're moving sideways, like crabs, instead of moving FORWARD and acheiving actual Spiritual Growth. You see, the more they try to learn about "what it takes" be attractive, the less they realize that THEY ALREADY ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking recently about some of my social experiences, I've come across a PsychoSocial mindset that I believe can REALLY help the guys out there that I see falling into this ever-growing Venus FlyTrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to coin a term here: The Perception of the Social Situation. This relates specifically to what is HAPPENING between people as they interact. This is something anyone walking by in person, or reading along online, or listening in on the phone, can observe. They can think "oh, these two are arguing with eachother", or "these three are joking around with eachother and having fun", or "these two are flirting with eachother". That's the Perception of the Social Situation. It's the observable dynamic of human interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what I want to talk about goes deeper than that. I'm talking about the Alignment of Individual Perception. When this happens, the Social Situation DISAPPEARS from notice (for the individuals involved), and the interaction simply becomes a mutual exchange of Thoughts and Emotions. You've experienced this with people that you've known for a long time, such as your parents or siblings, or your very close friends. This is when you no longer feel self-conscious, and at the same time, you no longer pay attention to the Social Dynamic between you and them. The only thing you really notice, is their personality, and what they are expressing. This is Individual Perception. You are observing the Individual's Perception of the world, as they present it to you. "This is how I feel right now, this is what I'm thinking about right now," etc.. etc. That's their Individual Perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you really click, when you really hit on all cylinders, is when YOUR Individual Perception (your Thoughts and Emotions, your view of the world) ALIGNS with the Individual Perception of the person you're interacting with. This is when you'll hear things like "oh my god, I totally feel that way," and "that's EXACTLY what I've been thinking for years", and "it's like you're reading my mind", etc. etc.. What happens when Individual Perceptions Align is, the Social Dynamic completely falls off the radar. The individuals involved in Alignment become increasingly unconcerned with personal boundaries, and social norms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found yourself really "connecting" with a girl, and suddenly you two are laughing, and touching eachother, and expressing yourself enthusiastically without concern, and it seems like all the barriers and obstacles between the two of you have just, "dissolved" away? It's because your Individual Perceptions have Aligned. The Social Dynamic has melted away, so that, instead of things being YOU and HER, or HER and YOU, it has now become WE and US. By expressing your Thoughts and Emotions, you have allowed the girl to Align herself with your view of the world. The two of you, have, in essence, become an "invisible team".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This behavior is nothing new to human dynamics... You see guys doing this all the time when they are inexperienced with girls. The community loosely refers to the vagueness of the subject as "rapport" or "comfort". What I'm talking about is much more specific, much more applicable, and much more powerful. The mistake alot of guys make is they believe that comfort, or rapport, involves learning, and sharing, INFORMATION about eachother. "What do you do for fun? Where did you grow up? What's your favorite food?".. This is really the amateur's grasp of Aligning Individual Perceptions. When I see guys doing this, I feel the way a professional fighter would feel when he watches two guys in a street fight. I can see how completely FLAILING, INNEFECTIVE, and UNINFORMED the behavior is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aligning Invidual Perceptions has nothing to do with information... It has EVERYTHING to do with THOUGHTS and EMOTIONS. And more specifically, it's about expressing your thoughts, and emotions, without apology, AND, without EXPECTATION. This is the second level of understanding, in that, most guys that learn theories and mindsets, they go about adopting them into their behavior with an EXPECTATION of seeing RESULTS or CHANGES. The conundrum is that, all attractive behavior shares the same foundation of Modus Operandi: guys do attractive things when they express their thoughts, and emotions, without any ulterior motives. That means, if you want to be attractive, you shouldn't TRY to be attractive. You should simply be OFFERING an Alignment of Individual Perceptions. You are GIVING the girl you're with an OPPORTUNITY to be on your "Invisible Team".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I struck up a conversation with a girl that I met on the street. We got to chatting, just polite, curious conversation, and while she was telling me something about herself (sharing information, which is, remember, street-fighting tactics.. the flailing, ineffective, and uninformed method of escalation), I cut her off mid-sentence and said "hey, you know, you seem like a really cool person. I want to get to know you better. You want to go grab some ice-cream with me and go for a walk?" She was a bit surprised, but she agreed. As we hung out, instead of talking about "information", I just spoke my mind about things I noticed while we were interacting.. I teased her about her accent. I told her that I liked her eyes. I wondered aloud about conversation topics that came up, and she did the same. We spent half-an-hour talking with eachother, and we learned virtually NOTHING about eachother, in terms of Information. We even had to re-ask our names after about 20 minutes, because frankly, we didn't know. But at the same time, we also knew HUGE amounts about eachother, in terms of personality, and thoughts, and emotions. We got to know WHO we were, without all the bullshit. We got to know HOW we were, without all the details. We were Aligning our Individual Perceptions of ourselves, and the world. We were becomming an Invisible Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "team" became apparent as we walked.. at one point a guy actually came up and started hitting on her, and she leaned over and whispered to me "augh! save me!". It wasn't even about AMOG tactics, or his looks vs. mine.. or who was more "alpha".. It was HER, and ME, moving together throughout the external world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting insight here is that this Alignment of Individual Perceptions has virtually nothing to do with the "techniques" or "theories" like Negging, Cocky+Funny, Sexual Intent, Active Disinterest, or any of that. By operating from a mindset of Alignment, all of that fluff is BYPASSED. It's like the long straight-stick in Tetris going straight down the middle gap. You just go right past all the unnecessary clutter and hit home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because what negs, and disinterest, or intent, or kino, or cocky+funny, or any other of that stuff is really about, is they are practical applications towards demonstrating qualities about what kind of person you are. The thing is, you don't need to demonstrate your "qualities" when you can actually allow her to, straight up, EXPERIENCE what kind of person you are. You give her the opportunity to Align with your WorldView by expressing your Thoughts, and Emotions, openly, and without expectation. You interact with her like the once-in-a-lifetime experience that YOU are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys out there that are still studying and practicing the theories, they are making the misconception that Tactics and Techniques are what COMPRISES of an attractive personality. In actuality, tactics and techniques are just ways to (at times, fraudulently) HINT at the attractive personality beneath it. And when guys get too deep into this stuff, they lose all connection with their Core Self, and find themselves feeling Hollow, like an empty case of Knight's Armor: Shiny and attractive on the outside, with nothing of value on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys in the communities have misled themselves into pursuing a single, arbitrary facet of human interaction: Lust. Nearly everything I read, in terms of social dynamics and attraction, is about generating Lust, escalating Lust, or improving your Lustful Appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm advocating approaching the game from the perspective of Aligning your Individual Perception with hers, as a way to return the game to what I really believe it should be about: embracing the attractive appeal of WHO YOU ARE and HOW YOU ARE. As far as attraction goes, I feel there is nothing more liberating, honest, and empowering as this. And this ENCOMPASSES Lust as well. When you're Aligned with a girl as an "invisible team", telling her "I want to fuck you so hard right now" is totally natural because it's all part of your open-expressiveness that you've got going on with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And moving on to the higher level of gaming in this way, you can then begin to appreciate what you're REALLY capable of: GIVING and CREATING positivity and enjoyment for the girl that is on your Invisible Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get to this level, you no longer use your understanding of Social Dynamics from a perspective of "self". You do it to ENHANCE the MOMENTS that you share with eachother. Negs, Intent, Woo, Kino, Cocky+Funny, etc.. etc.. You will understand that these "attraction builders" or "escalation techniques" are really just things that guys pursue because they don't really know how to really "connect" with a girl. You'll see that while guys are out there trying to "seduce" chicks, you're out there EHANCING MOMENTS that you engage in with the purpose of MUTUAL ENJOYMENT, rather than PERSONAL GAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on for hours about this stuff, as I feel like I'm only beginning to scratch the surface here.. but for now, I hope this has given at least ONE of you a new perspective to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers guys, and best of luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-3081277211622533211?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/3081277211622533211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=3081277211622533211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/3081277211622533211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/3081277211622533211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-why-i-follow-8.html' title='This is why i follow 8.'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-1393104313332132283</id><published>2008-10-08T22:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:06:24.702+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellooo</title><content type='html'>Its been ages since i wrote something in my blog, so i figured i'd fill you in really quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been gaming like there's no tomorrow... sarging everyone really. Job hunting, sorting out crap for uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a lot of things going on. particularly with my Magic and my studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive recently dropped psychology and took gcse spanish. there's this cute girl in my class- which i'll be talking to soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch you later sinny, im doing my personal statement at the moment (and talking to Bekka. lol) so im quite busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-1393104313332132283?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/1393104313332132283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=1393104313332132283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/1393104313332132283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/1393104313332132283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/10/hellooo.html' title='Hellooo'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-6605739260612186977</id><published>2008-09-24T19:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:02:19.728+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my problem: resolved</title><content type='html'>There has nothing sexual that has happened between us-no. And yeah im really getting 'Stuck' nowadays, with gaming in general. Seemed to have lost my 'Mojo' after my messy LTR &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my status is through the roof. im sort of like mystery- except im a better close up magician than him. which makes me DhV on the spot without routines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows me- i'd say im the most popular kid in college. and that's a college of 2,000 people. They either know me as the Kid who dances like George sampson, David Blaine or the 'pimp'. (i think them calling me pimp is self explanatory in terms of how i game) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it- i havent actually number closed a lot since college started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am semi-Gaming everyone else, but i was completely focused on her. and i see the logic there now too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i was doing anything wrong until you mentioned it- i had the mindset that if i focus on this girl, i'll have a relationship that willa ctually mean something instead of just another fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-6605739260612186977?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/6605739260612186977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=6605739260612186977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/6605739260612186977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/6605739260612186977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-problem-resolved.html' title='my problem: resolved'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-3209754638603842372</id><published>2008-09-21T17:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:08:24.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to me?</title><content type='html'>Been a year since i started this blog. Overall, LOTS of experiences. Good that i started this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently working on Magic and dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANDORA/Muscle pass/Coin Routines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing - Popping, GLiding, Cwalking, Breakdancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pua stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah. =] take it as it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-3209754638603842372?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/3209754638603842372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=3209754638603842372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/3209754638603842372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/3209754638603842372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy birthday to me?'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-9210778949131869006</id><published>2008-09-12T17:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:48:06.311+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stained Skin</title><content type='html'>i was walking around today with a queen of hearts revalation on my arm. i was basically performing here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at the canteen and started flourishing. i did a few acr's, card to mouth like 3 times and a few other things. i had a crowd going for like 15-25 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then performed stained skin revalation, emmanuel picking the card and shuffling it. i let him walk away and shuffle. as he was walking back, he dropped the cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ddnt matter. i told him drop everything on the floor and hold my arm. he did, and in stigmata style, i was telling patter related to blood circulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did the revalation, and the crowd went mental. i walked away with my hands in the air. basking in my glory. i walked out of the room, and 10 minutes later i came back and they were still talking about my trick. some got their bibles out and started praying. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second best performance of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-9210778949131869006?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/9210778949131869006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=9210778949131869006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/9210778949131869006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/9210778949131869006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/09/stained-skin.html' title='Stained Skin'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-1263396416859327584</id><published>2008-09-09T19:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:22:47.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner game issues</title><content type='html'>Recognize your current flaws envy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad teeth - cant do jack shit. who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Height - Who cares? body language.&lt;br /&gt;running out of things to say. - Then say it. "ive run out of things to say"&lt;br /&gt;Mood. -Say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" How do you deal with people not liking you? Honestly, the best way to handle it is to go to the store, buy a box of straws, and suck it the fuck up. I don't know you. You could be big or small, ugly or handsome, fun or boring, smart or stupid. But letting other people define your self-perception by virtue of their emotional state is a weakness that will stand in your way in most endeavors, one of which is your ability to form successful, meaningful, and repeated sexual interactions with women "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm teaching boot camp, it's not uncommon for a student to stall approaching because he imagines a girl to be this way or that, or he imagines her relationship with the guy she's talking to as this or that. Most of the time, I shove him in the back, and he returns a while later, stunned by how well the interaction went, how it was absolutely NOT what he predicted. You simply can't read ANYONE's mind. You can't CHANGE anyone's mind, necessarily. All you can do is be the best you the world has ever seen. You are a man. You do not feel what anyone else tells you or wants you to feel. You feel as you are supposed to feel according to your own designs, and that is all. Every shivering moment you do NOT act this way is another blade's centimeter toward castration. PEOPLE WILL HATE YOU. The better you are, the more people will hate you for no fucking reason whatsoever, without knowing you, maybe without knowing what you look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your new opener:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys can i ask you a quick question? ive got to go to lesson but- how old do i actually look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bla bla bla&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason being is that i was walking around, and this kid asked if i was lost because im in college. its quite patronising considering im a damn second year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-1263396416859327584?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/1263396416859327584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=1263396416859327584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/1263396416859327584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/1263396416859327584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/09/inner-game-issues.html' title='Inner game issues'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-4665748405322618311</id><published>2008-09-02T00:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:46:04.397+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Envy, I think you're being a bit needy by wanting a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax my friend. 'Its not over yet!' You my friend are an entertainer. you have fallen into this trap because you wanted to be intresting. You are. you do a lot of things. you're funny, and you do magic to name a few. and you're a good dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertainers need a break too. so just take a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls will come and go. you dont have to open every single girl. you just need to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So relax and do something else. read a book Envy. And tell me how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have better things to do than to game girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin up. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-4665748405322618311?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/4665748405322618311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=4665748405322618311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4665748405322618311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4665748405322618311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/09/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-971822709997541533</id><published>2008-09-02T00:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:32:58.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Read this when you're lost.</title><content type='html'>You’re about to cross into Abyss of Neediness If…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….. You’re wondering for more than 10 minutes if you should call her or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was triggered by a post I read earlier. If you sit there, all day, wondering if you should call her; DO NOT call her. You call should be spontaneous, when you got bored from doing your daily tasks and you want someone new to talk to. Don’t even bother making day2 plans with her if it’s your first call. Just call her, bullshit for several minutes and tell her you have to get back to doing something (exciting). &lt;br /&gt;If you started hesitating whether to call her or not…. You’re going to fuck it up. Feel edgy about calling? Get your mind off of it, and go to the mall; sarge someone else. Come back. Call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……..You’re giving her too much benefit of a doubt, too much slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I hear guys talk about it; giving her excuses and why she did this or that. It doesn’t matter. It is your reality. Set up your threshold limit on what is tolerable by you and what is not. I, personally, have three strikes. (or just a BIG ONE). And because she is a 10 or a 9 don’t give her extra slack. If you wouldn’t take shit from a fatty, you shouldn’t take shit from a 10. EVERYONE, INCLUDING ME, falls in this trap. I do this shit all the time, except I catch myself giving extra privileges to hotter girls and I stop. THIS IS BAD! Do not do it. &lt;br /&gt;If you’re sitting at home thinking about her action, look at it from a logical point of view: what she did is acceptable by you or not? If not, let her know that you don’t tolerate crap. This falls more into ‘relationship’ portion rather than pre-day2. If bitch stood you up on a date, tell her that it’s rude, and NEVER call her again. Because, we, men, have A LOT OF THINGS ON OUR PLATE and DO NOT HAVE TIME to waste. Stop thinking about her, giving her excuses in your mind, justifying her actions, but be reasonable about it. People do have emergencies;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…….You get overly jealous (exclusive or not exclusive relationship)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot girls have guy friends: lots of them. Hot girls have orbiters. These guys want to fuck them but can’t. Get used to it. In exclusive relationship there are things that acceptable and not acceptable, define these things between you two. Set rules and stick to them. (ok, correction: make her stick to them)&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, she is probably going to keep her options open. Most likely she will LIKE SOMEONE ELSE while being with you, and there is a possibility she might cheat on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what you should be doing? EXACTLY THE SAME THING: Keep your options open. Have other women in your life (even as friends). Have women in your life that are dying to fuck you (but can’t). Go out! Don’t stay at home with her all the time. Meet other women. You don’t have to sleep with them but always have your GAME ON. And if you happened to be in situation where you can cheat on your girl………. Well, that’s your moral stand point; I am not giving you advice on this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……..You wonder why she didn’t call you, (yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you care? She is busy. You’re busy. (Or you should be). Get a life. I used to do this all the time. I would get depressed if some girl I was gaming didn’t call me. Then I learned that the only reason I am depressed is because I let myself be. DO NOT CALL HER. Just go out, hang out with your buddies and STOP CHECKING YOUR CELL PHONE every five minutes. You’re not going to miss a call from her. And if you do, even better; it shows her that you’re too busy and don’t have time to be worrying about her. Man up. She’ll call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……….You’ve spend over 20 hours with her and still haven’t fucked her, yet kissed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to hear this bullshit: “Well she is not like that; she likes to take it slow” BULLSHIT! This whole taking slow bullshit is her excuse for lack of attraction for you. If Johnny Depp offered her some dick, I am sure she wouldn’t even think about ‘taking it slow’. So don’t be that guy who gets lead on, only to end up in LJBF Zone. I can understand that some girls have issues with sex. Here is word of advice for you: you don’t want these girls. Do not try to play ‘good Samaritan’ and try to help her with her issues. Don’t try to ‘save her’. You’re not a shrink. You’re not her girlfriend. If she is too fucked up or prude to have sex within 20 hours of meeting guy, you’re on for a ride (you don’t want to take). Very few girls are like that though. Somewhere you just failed in attraction (sometimes comfort). Admit it! Stop letting your ego get in a way. You’re acting like a coward. FUCK HER ALREADY! If not, MOVE ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……….You call/text her, over and over, but she doesn’t return your calls/sms’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESTINATION CREEPINESS! Welcome aboard! Stop with this shit. Just stop. &lt;br /&gt;You call her, she doesn’t call back. Ok. You call her in few days; she doesn’t call back, leave a voice mail, and delete her number. Let me repeat that again. DELETE HER NUMBER. You gave her two calls over SEVERAL DAYS and on your last call you left her VM…… and it’s time to delete her number, because, you ARE NOT going to call her back again. Not going to text her, not going to call her and hang up or whatever creepy thing you could possibly do.&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, if she calls you back, (IF), you’re going to say “Who is this?” …Don’t ask me why, just do it.&lt;br /&gt;Most likely, she won’t (call you back) MOVE ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…………..You take her out on day2 and you would not leave her alone (after)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my personal rule. Day 2s are there to re-enforce your game; show her that you’re congruent with whom you were first time she met you, and day2 is there for you to plant several seeds in her head. Your day2 game must be tighter than your game when you first opened her. Going into day2 she should be thinking “Well, this guy is cute/hot/interesting, I want to get to know him better” …………leaving day2 she should be thinking “OMIFUCKINGGOD! This guy… wow… like I can’t stop thinking about him… he is just… amazing…maybe he is the one…I haven’t felt like this in a while!!!” (and she really should be leaving WITH YOU thinking THAT… and you should get minimal LMR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOW HER FUCKING MIND! Then don’t call for few days. Let her wonder. Most guys fuck up entire chemistry by calling her THE SAME FUCKING DAY with “Oh hey, had a good time tonight.. I hope you got home ok. Thanks for hanging out with me…” &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; WTF IS THIS SHIT? DO NOT DO THAT! If you feel like you ought to, send her ONE SIMPLE text message “good night  “ that’s it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…………………….you stop seeing other girls because of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you both agreed to stop seeing other people and decided to start exclusive relationship, you SHOULD NEVER EVER stop seeing other women no matter how good looking she is or how wonderful her personality is.&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t see other women except for her, start meeting more women. Seeing one girl will give you enough confidence boost to start seeing more. But you shouldn’t get stuck on JUST ONE GIRL. (whether you’re fucking her or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALITY CHECK: She IS seeing other guys. She is sleeping with other guys. Sometimes, you might kiss her and you might not even know if she just given a blow job to one of her fuck-buddies. And there is a good chance she might still be fucking around on the side after you start seeing each other exclusively (not always though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……………………………you read all this and nothing clicked, sounded familiar or made a slight shift in your inner game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, I was guilty of EVERY SINGLE issue listed above. Some were pre-game days some where during the game days. Most happened while I was in relationship! I would safely say that almost every PUA falls into on or the other trap of ‘neediness’. The good PUA will catch himself before it’s too late. Emotions are hard to control and there is nothing embarrassing if you’ve done on or few or all of these things. Just learn from your ‘mistakes’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to deal with these urges and it boosted my game tremendously. I suggest you reconsider how you think about your targets. Someone, who shall remain nameless, once said: “She might be a dime, but you are a fucking hundred dollar bill!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect,&lt;br /&gt;TS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-971822709997541533?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/971822709997541533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=971822709997541533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/971822709997541533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/971822709997541533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/09/read-this-when-youre-lost.html' title='Read this when you&apos;re lost.'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-9088715010930259565</id><published>2008-08-24T00:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:28:07.902+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity. (posted on PP forums)</title><content type='html'>I just came home from a night of 'Sarging'. there were too many sets to go into detail with. but more importantly i think ive encountered major inner game issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started full on gaming these two chicks, in lieu request of my friend, who thought they were quite attractive. i opened, but seeing that the environment was too loud, and that i had to lean in everytime i talked, i politely asked to go outside where it was quieter so i can run full game on the two set (and introduce my wingman later). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran full game. Best friend's test, a lot of cold reading, Negging on both targets (Shotgun negs) and after i inquired to my wing which he would prefer, i negged HIS target in order to have a little conspiracy againts me. (a sacrifice, i would seriously give up that 2 set just for him.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway down the line, i seriously could not be arsed for any more canned lines. and i seriously disliked their attitude. I ejected, leaving my wing to put his game on (he's got natural game, his sticking point is just the approach) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to game a few other chicks. such as this HB 8, but there was an AMOG that i couldnt get rid of. (there was obviously attraction between them) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im 100% sure that if i had the right mindset, i could destroy this guy easily. but by this time everything was going downhill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gamed this other set. halfway through my material the friends would go on to have girl talk, and i'd stand there awkwardly. i'd happily eject and socialise with other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few more similar sets like this. but i couldnt be arsed to do anything or escalate for that matter. The music playing was crap. there was no one intresting dancing. there were a lot of 30-50 year old men and women standing around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a mental note that im 17. and most of the people that i expected to be there would be 15-18. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, im not turning gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night was complete shit. "think fun, Not outcome". i kept saying that to myself. but the fun never came. it wasnt fun. Gaming for me started being a hassle. I feel like i have to flirt with someone. i have to run full game on someone. i have to DhV using magic,DhV spike, i have to watch out for IoI's and body language. i have to bullshit and coldread. i have to look for potential targets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Insane. Gaming is seriously driving me nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously dont know what i want anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 9 month LTR i had, i figured i'd mess around abit. i k-closed a few girls under a month. i think the headcount was 4. in a month. that's 1 every week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl popped up. and i was seeing her for a while. she turned out to be a right dick and gave me the LJBF speech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where i am now. Aimless. Im sorry, i felt like sharing my thoughts with you guys first before i fully decide that i need counselling. or therapy. or whatever.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its such a hassle going into a forum and finding out 1237198372918732173 million other people with friggin problems. Mostly with the word "ASAP" or the titles in block capitals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wouldnt mind if no one reads this or no one gives me advice. Fuck it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im asking for help, since i clearly dont know what i want out of my life. Im clearly not contented, and i dont want to be the person that everyone avoids just because im clingy and not contented with my own life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i acknowledge the fact that i have inner game issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, i dont think i can trace where it started from... or how to resolve it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help is muchly appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-9088715010930259565?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/9088715010930259565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=9088715010930259565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/9088715010930259565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/9088715010930259565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/08/insanity-posted-on-pp-forums.html' title='Insanity. (posted on PP forums)'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-7553465951988257412</id><published>2008-08-20T19:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:29:28.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherpsing Day.</title><content type='html'>Okay, Cherpsing day officially started at 12:01 Earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added this chick, and were currently talking. i just found out she's from manchester though. Shit. Game is Game though. Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dressed to impress. i had my pimp jacket on, with a hoodie, grey jeans and trainers. I looked fucking Hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the bus stop, got on the bus and this 3 set entered. Shit. i ddnt open them, i chickened out. Fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the train station, and there was this girl sitting there right opposite me. i opened her. i said something like "are you waiting for some people as well?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically fluffed until i learned that she goes woodlands and whatnot. then mayowa turned up. then emmanuel. we ejected, but i gave her a hug. which is cool. she's like 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. its us 3 now. and we walked round for a bit. we found potential targets and they went upstairs. i walked past em. they were choosing underwear. External factors were seriously againts us. i mean who gets opened up while choosing underwear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set 1: (2 set)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2 wingmen came up. and i said to them "i dont want to open them, seriously they're choosing underwear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wingman asked if i want him to opent hem. i said "cool. go on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he opened the set. said something lame. i entered with a hello. asked them what their name was. SHit, it was going downhill. then they ejected. LOL. we just casually walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set 2: (1 set)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we was walking away i spotted an HB 9 going down the escalators. i opened up with a "Hey, what's up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she just stared at me blankly. Oh my flipping god. it was like a 10 second stare. we was on the escalator so everything was moving except the two of us. she ddnt smile, ddnt make any sort of facial movements. jsut stared at me. and then she walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my flipping god, that's rejection to a whole new level! hahahahhahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we approached a total of like 15 sets. or more. to be quite honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set 3: (2 set)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 of them was sitting down, and one of them was standing up. I wasnt feeling both of them, so i told my wingmen that it was their time and i'll wing em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started gaming, and the HB that was standing up (HB7) was proper on it. the cuter one, who was sitting down was 14. so that's jailbait so scrap that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ddnt end up number closing, but i disarmed the Amog nicely. the Amog was the mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girls, are these boys bothering you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, they actually started talking to us! its well bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time the mother was laughing. they had to eject afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No number close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set 4: (2 set)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, were taking Sarging to a whole new level.the plan was me and my friend would sarge the mum, and then he'll isolate the target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did, and i should get a frickin medal for winging, cause he stumbled three times and i saved his ass. as the mother walked off, he isolated the girl, but the mother came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my only dissapointment is that my friend ddnt get to number close. which is horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set 5: (6 set)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend wanted to open these girls. just for the fun of it. so we did, and one of em was totally into me. started complimenting everything bout me. it was nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ran off afterwards when we found out they were younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set 6: (1 set)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was on her own, and my heart was seriously beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had no opener, SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked past her, and said excuse me and whatnot. i looked up, and everyone was STARING at me. SERIOUUUUSLY i had an audience. just put more pressure. i asked her if she had a name, she said yes, katie. i asked her how old she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set 7: (3 set)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were sitting down outside mcdonalds. and my friend opened them. i joined in. the HB 8 at the middle was into me. and she had some of my relentless. so did the HB 6 beside her. She said i looked hot. and so did her friend. and so did her other friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we were walking away she said i had a nice bum. she asked if she can grope em before i go. i politely declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was walking away, my friends were like "what's wrong with you!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called her up, i said "Oi woman! come ere!" and asked for her number and that. had a kiss goodbye too. which is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set 8: (2 set)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend opened them up, he had the fiery ginger one. and i had the cute HB 8. i backed up againts someone, SHIT. fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wingman ejected, leaving me with the ginger one and my target. the ginger one (Clearly the Mother hen) said my friend left. and i replied with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's cool. doesnt mean i have to stop talking though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: Yes it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL my wingman failed at keeping the amog at bay. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set 9 : 2 set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were sitting down, and one of em was proper cute. my friend opened them up saying that we'll come back for them when they're done eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we eventually did after like 30 seconds and started talking and shit. when we got to their age we looked at each other. and just ejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were both 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set 10: 2 set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend gaming, my other friend winging. my other friend was failing miserably at winging, so i stepped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend ejected, and i ejected as well. my target was 14. and the older one (17) was like an HB 7 (up close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, i got complimented 5 times by different girls (saying im hot. and whatnot) 9failures. 1 number. but it was friggin hillarious though!. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-7553465951988257412?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/7553465951988257412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=7553465951988257412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7553465951988257412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7553465951988257412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/08/cherpsing-day.html' title='Cherpsing Day.'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-8236356358158352766</id><published>2008-08-19T10:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:23:13.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning. This is a Ramble Post.</title><content type='html'>August 19, 2008. its 10:50 am. i woke up 5 minutes ago. actually i lied. i woke up like half an hour ago. but last night i hid my mp3 player under my pillow. and i was listening to the same song over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nw8XZA76zPo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nw8XZA76zPo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the drummer kick. The drummer kick that. im still listening to it right now. wait, i need a piss. brb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of things flowing through my mind right now. Though i think, Future sinful, that you wont even remember this and prolly smile at the fact that im referring to you as future sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing that im gonna write about today, and this is probably gonna be long. depends if i can be arsed, is about Sarah Allen. Just saying that name gave me shivers. I look back to the first time i met her, to the first time i kissed her. and now. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday me and steve had a conversation about sarah. I was mentioning that steve overflirts. and doesnt know who's off limits and who isnt. i specifically said to him my thoughts about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny that it all happens later on. Sarah likes steve. but steve Doesnt like sarah (or so he says) nor will he go out with her, Because of me. cause im his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to run away. and hope that everything was a lie. everything. i feel betrayed and alone. my army of bitches seems to be nowhere. my loyal friends, seems to have gone. i wish i could be with one girl. and  be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's bullshit sinful. you know that's never gonna happen. why dont you take what 8 said and just be contented? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game like there's no tomorrow. you are 17 sinful. nearly 18. Nearly fucking 18. by the time you get a car you'll be 19. or 20. and by that time you should be getting laid like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to sarge. YOu need to game. You need to do all these things in order to get a chick. if you dont do any of it, you wont get jack shit. you need to approach. you need to do the initial opener, and see how it goes. you need to do all of these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont change who you are. You are childish. FUnny, and very immature. a lot of people dislike you. lets face it. while a million others like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is seriously a ramble post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do. Dont give up. Sarah Allen is only a minor setback. Minor. Yes i did say minor. You're gonna get through this with flying colours. YOu're going cherpsing tomorrow with mayowa and emmanuel. Make sure you approach. no one gives a fuck if you get shot down. and likewise. no one gives a fuck if your friend get shot down. be a good wingman and tell em what to do. but dont laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should go to steve's picnic thing. Dont be off with steve. try not to. say hi to emma, sophie and demi. wave to sarah, but dont talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im quite pissed off. People like steve should be really shot in the leg. he flirts way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin, You really need to stop using jealousy with your girls. Seriously. Just have fun. and if they dont like you back, Tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what, you're just saying that arent you? no. its seriously their loss. Why the fuck wont they want to be with you sinful? you're incredible smart. Charming, Funny, and you're really intresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the fuck can you meet a guy who does magic, Ju jitsu and dancing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing in your power to stop this allright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get up. and you're gonna do it quick. cause i dont want you moping around and slitting your wrists you fucking emo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you tackle this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cool.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And move the fuck on. THere is nothing you can do or say to turn back time and make her like you, or prevent steve from talking to her. there is nothing that you can say to make her like you again, Shut the fuck up and listen closely. There are a shitlot of other women there for you to play around with. so stop caring about this one allright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently you have no potential targets. I would say kristy, but she's landing in my friends zone now. the whole jack brown thing is going on a stale for me. i cba to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just. Shut up and wait for tomorrow yeah? you'll meet new women. dont worry sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you to make an approach as well come thursday. and friday if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday as well? haha. you're meant to. the thurrock music festival will be laden with new girls for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have far better things to worry bout than sarah allen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls like her arent worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-8236356358158352766?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/8236356358158352766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=8236356358158352766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/8236356358158352766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/8236356358158352766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/08/warning-this-is-ramble-post.html' title='Warning. This is a Ramble Post.'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-2118396038601097715</id><published>2008-08-17T11:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:00:22.954+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Drummer Kick that.</title><content type='html'>i just realised something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my targets (in order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie Outen&lt;br /&gt;Shirley Lester&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Allen&lt;br /&gt;Shanice Hempstead&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie Hewson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the S's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, update on sarah. she seems pretty upset that were not talking anymore. i just simply cba. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-2118396038601097715?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/2118396038601097715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=2118396038601097715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/2118396038601097715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/2118396038601097715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-drummer-kick-that.html' title='Let the Drummer Kick that.'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-6186796530970750866</id><published>2008-08-13T22:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:47:27.814+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The player got played</title><content type='html'>Sinful Just officially landed in the friends zone with sarah allen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-6186796530970750866?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/6186796530970750866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=6186796530970750866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/6186796530970750866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/6186796530970750866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/08/player-got-played.html' title='The player got played'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-4631495036237532242</id><published>2008-08-09T17:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:28:06.278+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul brooks</title><content type='html'>May i also mention that i met paul brooks here, he's called 'Magic' in the resort, but he's quite an intresting fellow. considering i know a bit bout body language, i can tell a lot about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its good that i got a photo of him. i'll upload it later. he taught me a few things, and made me consider a lot of things such as palming and shuffling and whatnot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-4631495036237532242?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/4631495036237532242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=4631495036237532242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4631495036237532242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4631495036237532242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/08/paul-brooks.html' title='Paul brooks'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-5148273096823153031</id><published>2008-08-09T16:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:25:49.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorset 08</title><content type='html'>i cant remember much. i was out in dorset with my friend tom from the 2nd of august to the 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was set. i was talking to sarah before tom arrived. as usual me and tom just farted around until we actually had to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning came, and the 5 hour journey to dorsett is here. we mad a few stops, nothing intresting. just laughs.  me and tom, and our seperate mp3 players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the travel there was quite allright. the weather was up and down. there was far too much humor and things going on to actually detail it in a blog post. we finally arrived in dorsett, rocklea park. it looked like a kiddie house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pimped out in my shorts, blue shirt (opened) shades and my headphones. i walked out of the car while my parents sorted out the rooms. i instantly saw an HB 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought to myself "this is gonna be good." i ddnt open her, as i was clearly instructed by parents to sit in the car with tom. had fun for a bit and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my family and tom headed for the restaurant for some food. we walked past reception, and there was this cheeky little guy wearing a shirt and was doing crazy man's handcuffs to a spectator. i walked up to him saying "magician eh?" with a smirk on my face. his face lighted up and said "Yes i am" and pulled out a deck of bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed me a couple of tricks, a lot of palms andtop changes. i was quite impressed. but not overly impressed. my fmaily and tom said that i should perform for him. so then he knew that i was a magician as well. maybe another amateur that isnt in his leagues. i promised him i'd perform for him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate dinner and whatnot and we unpacked in our caravan. it was small and tiny. it was allright there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed straight for the indoor pool. we swam a bit, and i kept looking for targets to open. i saw a couple, and then this cute HB 9 kept wanting to swim towards me, but would go back when she's halfway. she had her little sisters to come up to me and ask for my age. its quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked out of the pool a couple of times so they could see my six pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. six pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to game, but for the first time ive encountered a problem. my wingman was actually bringing me down. i wanted to spend time with tom for that day instead, which was a right laugh. we played a lot of pool and arcades and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were bored shitless. so we went to the shop to buy a tennis ball. we played with that for a bit, then a kid on a skateboard walked past with music blaring out. i think tom asked him what band it was and then he replied "bullet for my valentine" or something. then tom went "good boy." or something. i can tell we'd get along later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come the night time, at around... 9 ish, my parents asked us to come to the showroom. we stayed there until it ended. they left halfway. the "funstars" (people who worked there) asked people to dance and stuff, and the most energetic would get a free champagne bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and tom started dancing on the tables. haha. was a right laugh. we then started to make our way to the play park. where we were bored shitless. we ddnt win the booze. assuming that its because we were both underage. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i climbed up the play thing. and the same kid was there. with his skate board. so we started talking to him. his name was Lee buck. and he was from folkstone. we started talking for a bit. he was quite allright. i cant remember much bout what we talked bout. but we just sat down on the little chairs there for the night really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day i hit the pool early.&lt;br /&gt; we hung out with lee most of the time and because he's a dance machine freak, we were sorta there a few times. there was this girl with a piercing on her lip, and we thought it was snakebites. Her name was Annie, quite petite, massive teeth but she knew how to dress. tom started talking to her, and she ended up hanging out with us at the playpark. she was with this kid named adam, who was some fat sorta chav loser that plays rugby. Adam is amazing. not because He IS amazing but instead its because we take the piss outta him and his driving game. (more to that later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us lot went to the club while annie and adam went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some drunken dude was dancing and was asking for a few chavs to get up and dance. soulja boy came on and this kid named josh( annoying twat) and Tom started dancing to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer came on after that and i just crip walked, glided and whatnot. they started applauding and called me the filipino chris brown. it was exhilarating. i ddnt have any routines or anything, i just freestyled, felt the beat and started crip walking, gliding and moonwalking. as well as body popping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met lauren the next day. she's quite an intresting girl.surrounded by 3 of her manly cousins, adam, ben and ryan. Ryan is the cute little sensitive one. adam is the scary one, and ben is the oldest but looks wacky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say lauren's an HB 9. but a +1 cause of her personality. she's a bit too tall for me, and i'd really rather not get on her and never talk to her agian like all the other people ive met in this holiday. we started talking for a bit, and in between i managed to game 2 HB 9's that were being gamed by other dudes. now the other dudes were the ones that called me the next chris brown, so i'd rather spare them the trouble of having to out amog me and just leave them targets. im out to have fun, not cause trouble. girls aint worth the trouble. specially when it results in me not having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we were all at the pool. Annie, me, adam, tom and lee. i was just swimming by the edge of it when i spotted a HB 8. i started gaming her, but had to quickly eject. my opener was like "aww did your friend leave you?" (situational opener) and sorta mvoed on from there. i got distracted cause my friends taught i was leaving them and whatnot, which was a no no. failed set. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant remember what happened next, lol. ahh yeah i think i started gaming Kerry, which was the sister of the first chick that wanted to game me. that sorta failed. i cudnt be arsed to game this chick as well. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember what happens in between. i'll just tell the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in the pool with the few kiddies. and i wa sin the shower. this cute chick and her ugly friend walked in. Luckily enough it was facing the pool so they could still see me. both of them dived in and one of my minions heard that the ugly chick went "phwoar look at that boy in the shower". Score. i left afterwards and glanced at the pool. i can tell theyre still talking about me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorta talked to em both later on, then they inviuted me back to their acaravan, i had a lot of kino going on with that chick. that sorta failed when her brother came in and grassed us up. i ended up having to be kicked out and never talking to them two again until friday. (this was like wednesday) i ddnt even K-close. but i managed to do the slick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" kiss goodbye?" Closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, smooth. and the thing is i just thought of that like 3 seconds before i asked her to kiss me on the cheek. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, both of em opened me first. cause they screamed out "FITT!" as i walked past. waved to them and carried on my way to the showroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOm and lee wanted to do the karaoke, chop seuy. and i managed to catch it on video, i'll upload it later. it was quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also met these two girls, Iona and Steph. they were quite entertaining and were 'stuck' with these two chavs. the two chavs were allright and i had no trouble disarming both of em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can tell that iona was intrested, while steph was quite not there yet. iona was HB 7. Steph was HB 8. i'd opt for steph any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut the long story short, push and pull and whatnot. i isolated her and kissed her, she's a bad kisser. her lips are somewhat rough.and she smelt strongly of deodorant. i disliked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent gotten on her since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what other highlights ahve i got? loads of dance off's which got me a lot of hand shakes and compliments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the point where someone thought i was a professional dancer and i should consider it as a career. a guy was practically screaming at his girlfriend on his phone saying "this guy is the sickest dancer ive ever seen in my life!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we met a few more people like hayley and Jamie. with their fitt little sister whow as like 14. fucking hell why does she have to be so fitt and so young. bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywyas, i went karaoke with hayley, and my voice really sucked ass. damn it. i overshadowed her, which is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also met this girl named jade, more like a buddy tag along than a target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the last night i wanted to fuck steph, but i seriouslky cudnt be arsed. this scottish chick appeared outta nowhere as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON MY LAST FUCING NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;how bad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good holiday overall. loads of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specially adam's driving game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-5148273096823153031?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/5148273096823153031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Pissing me off</title><content type='html'>Sarah thinks im playing hard to get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she shouldnt think this way, she should think that im naturally HARD TO GET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually dont know. im going lakeside tomorrow, but im definitely seeing her friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought i';d let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd be LADDEN with sarges ocne i go on holiday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-8768530671653521986?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/8768530671653521986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=8768530671653521986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/8768530671653521986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/8768530671653521986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/07/pissing-me-off.html' title='Pissing me off'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-7248735409909166980</id><published>2008-07-24T18:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T18:47:36.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Phwoar.</title><content type='html'>I had a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since sarah was angry at me, and i was angry at her, we both wouldnt budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked her best friend, Demi and hayden to go lakeside. emma asked if  sarah can tag along. fine.&lt;br /&gt;but i told her im not gonna talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless she's buying me a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was walking round with demi, then we met up with sarah and emma. i well ignored sarah first then she just barged at me and said sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went haywire after that, cause i wanted to kiss her and she kept going "no, not here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we held hands and whatnot. i proper gamed her and shiz. but i kept saying, no im not gonna talk to you until you buy me a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this went on for another hour, and we eventually landed in tesco's in the cookie section. (after a shit lot of resistance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to kiss her then, then she gave me the "no, not here." answer agian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the retail park and we sat down the couches and whatnot. i wanted to kiss her, but she wont lean in. she'd always just hug me. fuck hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked to the apple shop, still no kiss and im getting fed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gamed her there, and was on Rockband and whatnot. we went on myspace for a bit, cuddled and shiz. the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i leaned in for a kiss and she's like "no, not here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i sat down on a stool and asked her to come over. i started turning her on by licking her neck and shit. she was digging that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed the topic by saying out something (her favorite song came on, sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i leaned in one last time, and we just made out. booyah, score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was smooth sailing after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat down on a ledge thing and was just making out. we kept getting interrupted and whatnot by pasby's. i was annoyed so i turned her round, spread her legs and made out with her badly, with her neck and whatnot. i tried groping her boobs, she refused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh for fuck's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this went on for like 10 minutes, then my ex+ a few friends walked past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another 10 minute making out session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then emma goldsmith and demi walked past, and i turned sarah around so they could see my face and not sarah's. demi walked into  a post. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another 10 minute making out session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went "lets go.!" and we started to get outta that car park. i went "lets go up there..." and pointed at some height thing. we went in the stairs, and this is where it gets steamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the top bit, and i looked out the door. she went "there's nothing the-..." i just puished her to the nearest wall and made out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by this time im going slow, romantic slow. then i eventually pumped it up to sexual. she started grinding towards my dick, which was quite cool. i tried groping her again, for fuck's sake, rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more making out and whatnot, i groped her ass. she loved that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool. rewarded her by kissing her neck and shiz, she loved that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to slip my hand down there, REJECTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried a semi freeze out by switching positions, meaning im leaning on the wall and im letting her do the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still rejected. on both areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fuck's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More making out and whatnot, switched positions, and i groped her ass. She rejected me the first time, but i ddnt care. i just tried to do it again, she let me then. She was moaning like there was no tomorrow,a nd grinding as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to slip my hand down there, she rejected me. i told her to stop resisting and she shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grinded with her and shit, she's really loving this. man im good.i got her on her toes and i slid my hand just far enough her ass to reach her pussy. fucking hell is it wet or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started stroking her pussy from the outside with my left and groped her bum with my right hand. she loved it. she foooking loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another 10 minutes of that, and i was fingering her, but not through her front part, but through her bum part, which is quite odd. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, i had to literally cover her mouth just so no one would hear her moan. Fuck me sideways hear moaning really turned me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll get head soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-7248735409909166980?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/7248735409909166980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=7248735409909166980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7248735409909166980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7248735409909166980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/07/phwoar.html' title='Phwoar.'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-8828941493640929411</id><published>2008-07-24T18:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T18:32:31.297+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My problem:</title><content type='html'>I'll just summarize this as short as i can. currently im doing a freeze out on her until august 9. that's when i get back from my holiday, perfect timing for a freeze out yeah? i go away on the 2nd so i only have to suffer a few days of not talking to her, haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I met this girl while i was recovering from my bitch of an ex. i was semi gaming her, as she's my friend's best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rarely talked back then, then i think i escalated it from myspace gaming to phone game. at the time i wasnt over my ex yet but im willing to see other people. that was like a month ago or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hear things about her problems with her current lover and whatnot, and i'd BF destroy his ass ever so nicely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. i invited her out one day with her best mate tagging along. i had a few of my minions tag along as well, so its all fun and dandy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamed her like there's no tomorrow. and as i left, i made no kino at all but just did the ali-G respect gesture. I felt like oversmothering her with hugs and whatnot when the whole day she has been practically being kino'd by me would overkill it. specially when the cliche is to kiss and whatnot as i leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, s'all fine and dandy. a few days after that we met up for a club/event thing, i Dhv'ed like fuck. I knew almost everyone there. if i ddnt know them, i HAD to meet them. I had like my 8 pivots dancing on the dance floor, and a few just relaxing near the bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i initiated hand holding, then i read somewhere that if she's willing to hold your hand, you can kiss her. so i did. poof. instant making out for like ages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i asked her out the same night, she rejected me and said "i dont want a boyfriend at the moment." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when things went Haywire for me. the "WHAT IF'S" started popping up in my head and im getting fucked sideways by it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i somehow step onto the friends zone without knowing it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handled the situation by going "oh. Cool." and just made out with her anyways, but after that we soon got into little pathetic arguments that normally revolve around the fact that she rejected me and whatnot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up a week after at just the park. we just relaxed there. cuddled and whatnot, the usual AFC stuff. my minions were running around (there were shitloads of them there so it kept us enteratained, created a conspiracy theme and whanot, etc.) Still am able to kiss her, but ddnt want to escalate fast since i view her as LTR material. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that things just went chaotic. we got into major arguments after that and whatnot. I ask her to meet up, and she says she's doing something. Its always a valid excuse, but she doesnt seem too keen on meeting up or anything. (note when i say that i asked her to meet up, i dont ask it AFC style.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, things came to a close when this other guy named antony came along. A little competition is good. Actually scrap that, the bastard isnt competition. haha. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just have arguments and whatnot nowadays really. The fact that she doesnt really seem keen on meeting up with me and gives me attitude every now and then quite pissess me off really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little things like i would call her first,then when i tell her that im going she'll reply with a "fine..." answer. sort of like a little spoiled brat not getting her way. i usually go "dont cry, i'll call back... if you're nice." or something similar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering if the relationship is salvagable? I mean i havent tried to talk to her since the argument yesterday, and im gonna keep this up until the 9th. (which is a long way btw haha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im always up for the "abscence makes the heart grow fonder" crap that AFC's talk about. it seems to work on girls around my age. (15-17) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a reason why im a bit AFC with her, and that's because she has had a shitlot of crap relationships in the past. and she has admitted that she ddnt want a boyfriend atm because she said it sort of scared her with boyfriends now and whatnot ( partly true i reckon) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon i havent built enough comfort with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im currently stuck between calibration, "being different from others" and Pure gaming through MM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calibration: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere that to fully internalize gaming, you have to calibrate your game with your frame. my frame is LTR focusing on fun. then again im always up for a fuck but right now i see her as LTR material. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being different from others: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gives me a reason to go AFC because all the other guys she's been out with has been all dicks and just used her really. so, im countering that flow by going AFC on her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure gaming just basically counters both of the above as i'll be gaming her through books and not actually myself. in my opinion MM or any method only gets you through the first hurdle, then after that you're on your own. which is why ive never really trusted the method (cept for the openers) and rely more into RSD for internalization and inner game building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thoughts on my problem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-8828941493640929411?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/8828941493640929411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=8828941493640929411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/8828941493640929411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/8828941493640929411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-problem.html' title='My problem:'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-4215679205788866394</id><published>2008-07-14T22:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:41:09.821+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Im looking at you through the glass.</title><content type='html'>Today's been hectic. 8 pieces of coursework to do, only one passeed. 7 to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously cannot be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM not feeling well at the moment. sarah is really making my life complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant even explain myself. ahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-4215679205788866394?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/4215679205788866394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=4215679205788866394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4215679205788866394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4215679205788866394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-looking-at-you-through-glass.html' title='Im looking at you through the glass.'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-3450002941959310340</id><published>2008-07-12T14:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T14:15:44.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As it goes again</title><content type='html'>Just got back from the induction thing at next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the job. turns out life is going great without sophie outen. (Fucking whore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARAH ALLEN &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-3450002941959310340?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/3450002941959310340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=3450002941959310340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/3450002941959310340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/3450002941959310340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-it-goes-again.html' title='As it goes again'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-6928837793206975011</id><published>2008-07-11T23:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:51:36.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As it goes...</title><content type='html'>Life's been allright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D1,M2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M1,M3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P4,P5,M1,M2,M3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to clear the whole of this year's units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for everythign else, its fine really. i really like sarah, and am pumped to see her everytime. Things are going well. i dont miss sophie at all, in fact i want my stuff back really lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i havent been inputting anything, there is really nothing to put. ive been sarging every opportunity i get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the headcount? haha, scrap that. that was probably me being desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-6928837793206975011?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/6928837793206975011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=6928837793206975011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/6928837793206975011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/6928837793206975011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-it-goes.html' title='As it goes...'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-717402636920577997</id><published>2008-07-06T15:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T16:02:24.208+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Upload (no PuA stuff)</title><content type='html'>i did a lot of work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was with sarah most of the time, obviously i was getting on her and shit. apparantly sophie was giving sarah well bad evils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah looked amazing. She was wearing a black vest and a brown vest over that. then she was wearing mini shorts with stockings and knee high black socks. she had a little cute pin to clear the hair off her face. she looked fucking fitt. 11/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh who cares, sophie's a whore. she looked a 6 out of 10 today. i never realised that she actually had fat legs. her hair was an absoloute mess with the pink, she looked like an idiot wearing that tutu, she looked like a dick wearing them fairy wings as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once im actually ashamed that i went out with that. Seriously. apparantly she got on steve just to make jon jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, that's really pathetic. Really really pathetic. whore. not that im jealous, i just think her life's really going downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, onto eden and lee: apparantly eden was in tears by the end of the night cause lee thought eden was flirting with steve. lol, Dick. he looked like a twat last night. but then again, he was allright with me, so i cant really chat shit bout him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eden looked like a whore. she was wearing tights. DISGUSTING. lets just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steve is doing well in his little operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;richard cheated on chloe, she was in tears at the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moshing was fucking amazing, the exhilaration, adrenaline, wow. =D i had a good time moshing with tom, im proud of myself for stepping out of my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when there wasnt a mosh, i would be outside socialising, dancing with my pivots (taryn,layla, jade) or dancing with lauren and naomi as well as gina... or dancing with random people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was generally a great night. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-717402636920577997?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/717402636920577997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=717402636920577997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/717402636920577997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/717402636920577997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/07/upload-no-pua-stuff.html' title='Upload (no PuA stuff)'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-848976347818004834</id><published>2008-07-06T15:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:45:15.617+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nang.</title><content type='html'>it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah said goodnight, and she said that the first thing that she'll do when she wakes up is text me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt that cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to her for a bit. i had an argument with my mum bout my cv and whatnot (not important)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her i might not be able to come upload, she wasnt keen on hearing that. anyways, i ended up having to go anyways. so i asked sarah what i should wear, like gangsta or emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said neither, so i went emo instead wearing my pimp blazer and my scarf if ever i take my blazer off along with my lacoste t-shirt, grey jeans and chavvy vans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i came in upload, i social proofed already. one of the guards know me, and she was searching me while i was on the phone. Posh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her not to let anyone take my chewing gum, anchoring that is, ANCHO-FUCKING-RING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a lot of people said hi and whatnot. and started dancing. saw taryn/layla/sophie/jade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, my pivots. they wanted me to go out with them to the shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. we bought booze, rebecca came with us, it was nang. we chatted for a bit, got to know some people, it was fun. rebecca is sort of my pivot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i bought two bottles of smirnoff ice, and they were gigantic. sarah rang me and asked where i was, i met up with her outside, i immediately held her hand and stuff. there was a lot of contact and stuff until we went inside. we said hi to a couple of people and as i was leading the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just stopped dead in my tracks, pulled her close for a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. she is an amazing kisser. i wanted to start off slow, but she splashed me with her tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No flipping way, i actually enjoyed that. we got on each other for like 2 minutes, then we had to be pushed over to the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat down, and started kissing each other.&lt;br /&gt;Damn. im really doing this. HB 10 is eating my face out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest were just little periods in between where i'd hug her and kiss her and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then rob came over and asked if we were goingout. i answered "yeah.. i guess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i said "you know, i find it really weird to answer them sorta questions, will you go out with me sarah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said that she isnt looking for a boyfriend right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's fine darling, that's fine. you said no, that means i can get on anyone i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still with her and stuff, she thinks i was upset that she rejected me. no i wasnt really, i was fine. i still got on her and stuff afterwards, so its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's been texting me and stuff afterwards saying that she really likes me and would want to see me again, etc.. im cool with that, haha. im not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i kissed cherise in the lips like an hour after sarah left. i number closed someone as well afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, had to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it for my report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i had a great time dancing, moshing, flirting with sarah, getting on her, talking to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number close: 1&lt;br /&gt;Kissess: 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-848976347818004834?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/848976347818004834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=848976347818004834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/848976347818004834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/848976347818004834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/07/nang.html' title='Nang.'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-8777179106253042533</id><published>2008-07-02T23:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:39:45.394+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear no pain, Hear no word.. Say Goodnight.</title><content type='html'>ive been quite aimless recently. i seem to just drift in college, not really having a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wake up, nothing to look forward to. The exhileration of performing magic is gone, the adrenaline rush of getting numbers is gone, meeting new people, all gone. Walking at the corridors, seeing a million people wave at me and smile. Getting kissess on the cheeks, they all seem meaningless now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, im quite tired of myself. tired of pushing myself towards every girl and thinking if she;s a potential fuck buddy, GF or just a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired of thinking whether i should speak to my ex or not. if i shud be angry at her or how to act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired of worrying bout sarah allen and if she doesnt like me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired of a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i really feel lonely. its hard spending a year with someone,then suddenly they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really hard. im extending operation cloud until i get over sophie, which hopefully will be in a few weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i actually hate her, i dont even know why im hostile to her. why cant i just be happy for her and leave her alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i can actually leave her alone, ive been doing that since last saturday. its been like 4 days. doesnt seem like a long while but its been a bit excruciating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah allen is fitt. and im gonna be gaming her like there's no tomorrow come upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will try to number close at least once before sarah allen comes. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant be bothered with sophie anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear sinful, i hope the next time you read this, you're probably out of that trance sophie has put you. i mean right now im not really feeling too well. i feel like i still have to talk to her, call her.. something. i have to contact her. i have to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont. she isnt my responsibility anymore. she's with jon now, she replaced me with that dickhead, and quite frankly, to be quite honest, she's going for the looks. cause jon isnt really intresting, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly i can blag on bout how better i am than jon all day long. but still- doesnt change the fact that she's with him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what the fuck am thinking? what are you Sinful? you're a little Kid who does magic tricks, assumes that he's charming and can sweet talk a girl into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you pedastelling this chick? so what if she's happy? screw her, what about you Sin? when will you be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i think i'll be happy once ive got sarah allen as my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she'll be my rebound at first. but i promise that i'll try my best with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you get well soon sinful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-8777179106253042533?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/8777179106253042533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=8777179106253042533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/8777179106253042533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/8777179106253042533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/07/fear-no-pain-hear-no-word-say-goodnight.html' title='Fear no pain, Hear no word.. Say Goodnight.'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-359353959759179392</id><published>2008-06-29T12:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T12:14:50.382+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Allen</title><content type='html'>I started off yesterday allright. i was gonna see sophie, there's no denying that. but then again i was going to see sarah allen too, someone ive been gaming for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little background about sarah allen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she likes this gangsta dude named tobi, bf destroyed. anywho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met her yesterday with emma goldsmith, we walked around lakeside and we had a lot of fun, i actually well like her, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im considering asking her out soon. idk tho. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully before upload (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-359353959759179392?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/359353959759179392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=359353959759179392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/359353959759179392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/359353959759179392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/06/sarah-allen.html' title='Sarah Allen'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-7305755228274397503</id><published>2008-06-26T19:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:06:03.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubbing at New york New york</title><content type='html'>i cant remember much really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the club with ray kirsty and kate, everything was dull. the dancefloor was quite retro. looked fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat on the side with him, watched the dance floor. i got pissed off and danced right smack in the middle, some guy was dancing like an epileptic twat. he was doing some footwork so im like "oh okay" and did a dance off with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ended it by gliding away with my hands pushed outwards. i was doing the "sorry mate, u aint good enough" thing. (looked at him up and down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he came back for more, lol. just did the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho i came back to the group and asked them to pick a target. they picked a 2 set siting by a corner, i opened them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ddnt go too well. they were overprotective and their bitchshields were wayyy high up. i managed to get their names, if that's any consolation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its Amy and Hayley. ddnt nubmer close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, party kicked off. they were playing shit music. DJ sucked. then Drop was playing (fatman scoop) my god that was immense, was dancing with kirsty. then pump it up by joe buddens. wow. i danced like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then more boring crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More dancing boring crap. (grinded with kirsty marks a lot wooh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh you know what, this aint even worth a FR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, i just got on kirsty marks,and had an okay time. as for my PU goal, it ddnt go that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ah well. who cares. least you opened a set mate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-7305755228274397503?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/7305755228274397503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=7305755228274397503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7305755228274397503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7305755228274397503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/06/clubbing-at-new-york-new-york.html' title='Clubbing at New york New york'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-3080625474000981381</id><published>2008-06-24T19:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:27:05.139+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The queens</title><content type='html'>dont think that i put my magic on halt, i still practice everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/amhSrRDFl4c&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/amhSrRDFl4c&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-3080625474000981381?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/3080625474000981381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=3080625474000981381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/3080625474000981381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/3080625474000981381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/06/queens.html' title='The queens'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-3678446069007995927</id><published>2008-06-22T20:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:50:03.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Goldsmith</title><content type='html'>jon will never be able to make people laugh like you can, your possibly one the funniest people around.&lt;br /&gt;you make people happy.  i mean ive met jon, but he never hooked me like you do, when i met you i was like ' man i have to find out more about this guy' because your different, your interesting, you intigue people.&lt;br /&gt;you amaze people, ive seen it, you make so many people smile :)&lt;br /&gt;we have establishe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That his hair is his best thing,  he uses that to hid his face.  your older and more experienced.  I don’t think he could care/love sophie as much as you did, no one could J, she will realise that, you worked well. Your reliable, thoughtful, and I could trust you, with anything J&lt;br /&gt;and tbh your damn lot sexier, you have the sexual attraction with the ladies. Your more confident than jon, which girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, and also more popular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you suit sophie more, than jon does,  youse looked more suited and better together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Emma goldsmith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look on the bright side, she replaced you with someone shit. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-3678446069007995927?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/3678446069007995927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=3678446069007995927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/3678446069007995927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/3678446069007995927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/06/emma-goldsmith.html' title='Emma Goldsmith'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-1832468074420400168</id><published>2008-06-22T08:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:17:43.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The good news</title><content type='html'>Sinful is the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was dancing like there's no tomrrow. jade was not drunk. but she had drunk something. i did the ultimate spin move on her, and started grinding. i think that was my cue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she asked to sit down, go go go sinny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pretended to be drunk with vodka and coke. Jade was not drunk at all. we was sitting together on the couch, chatting about crap that i cant even remember, we were all over each other, then it just happened, she just leaned in for a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god it was the sloppiest kiss ive ever had with someone. we kissed for ages. and i mean ages. i kept telling her that she keeps pulling this "seducing" look and just kissed her. after that i just danced a bit, kissed her and i kept pulling away saying that this is wrong, cause someone might walk in at any moment (Cat string theory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was trying to pull me back, and im like "err nah." and proper giving me that puppy eyed face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, i went upstairs to check on ray, and after a few minutes lalah and jade came upstairs saying they needed to take a piss. i was dancing with lalah when jade came out, and se kissed me. s'all good. then lalah went downstairs and jade went to the bathroom. i followed her, and she gave me a shittest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you following me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just ksised her. im going caveman on your ass bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we kissed like there's no tomorrow. she started copying me, biting. but she's biting too hard. Twat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she asked if we could sit in the bath, i said yeah. we made such a mess. i said to her that i'd rather be on the floor. fair nuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kissed her again, and i started stroking her boobs. i told her to take her top off.&lt;br /&gt;she gave me another shit test: "do you think im hot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied. im just desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we was making out while im standing, and i was groping her boob, i took her bra off and started sucking on it. she gave a commen like "white guys do that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said "well am i white?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she said something like "well last person i dated was asian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut it you whore &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we kissed a bit more, and i was getting a hard on. i started to slide my hand down there. she said she's not that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"allright then, if you say so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she gave me the "wtf is that supposed to mean" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i told her to shut it and kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried again, she rejected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im pulling all the stunts here, i went caveman on her and unbuckled it myself, i was playing with her cunt while she had her thong on. i pulled my dick out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stuck my hand down there, i started to feel it around, my god it was bushy and tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stuck it in, and i think i hit the hymen. she has never been fingered before. i backed up, and she started kissing me againts the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was playing with her pussy again, this time i led her hand to my balls, and she was giving me a lame handjob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she hasnt given one before so w/e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked her to give me head, she said no cause its disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, i froze her out for a bit, then went "Ok time for me to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she pulled the almighty "are you just using me?" stunt. and i went "no, if you dont want to give head, that's your choice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fluffed around for a bit, battled with Lmr a couple of times then im like, ahh i cba with this so i put all my clothes on and froze her out completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i actually could not be bothered at all bout gaming her, so like w/e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we was on the dancefloor, and i can tell that she craved my attention. too bad cause you aint getting it bitch. she was all over sunil at this point, some asian dude who was quite funny. i went upstairs, and after a few minutes lauri said that the girl i was getting on was getting on sunil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, lets start with Sunil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its like the man's code of honor not to get with a girl that your friend has already gotten with. that's like Tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, why would you? i already stuck my tongue down there mate, i was there first. Lol@ you having my leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly. Just lol. the fact that he actually gathered my scraps and leftovers actually make me laugh so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, onto jade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol at her as well, desperate much. i ddnt give her attention at all, and she started getting on him in an attempt to make me jealous. and i think she just got carried away lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sidenote it doesnt really matter, i got what i wanted which was a kiss close. blowjob was optional but she hasnt had any experience at all. i mean i REALLY do not want to be the guy that she gives her first blowjob to, we barely know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let alone fuck each other. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i forgot that after the bathroom incident she asked if we could go to a room. i think that was my cue. but she kept pulling the "are you sure ur not using me?" stunt and i just got pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. pretty much sums up my Field report. The next day we was walking and she asked me if we had sex, she said she "couldnt remember it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twat. i specifically asked her while we were making out on the couch if she knew what she was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i forgot to mention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still retain the "you're such a good kisser" title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danice, Sophie, Hope and Jade now. probably kirsty marks and moore too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. you have to keep this streak running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-1832468074420400168?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/1832468074420400168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=1832468074420400168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/1832468074420400168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/1832468074420400168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-news.html' title='The good news'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-1173940239017586924</id><published>2008-06-22T08:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:12:07.821+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The bad news</title><content type='html'>i woke up thinking im doing the right thing by buying flowers for sophie's mum. i troulbed over the idea of what flowers to give her, lilies or white roses? i asked the florist (which was a nice hb 8) and she said lilies would be fine. we had a bit of fluffing going on and CnF, i actually quite enjoyed that. the flowers cost 6 quid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i made my way to sophie's house. i rang the bell, and as i got there, i stood and offered my flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bitch thought i was seeing sophie behind her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Blatantly. she said she ddnt want non of my "creepy crawly" stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you. this is what i get for being nice. i threw it away right in front of their house, hope she remembers that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked to stanford station, and i sat down, still fuming. sarah martin and cheeks were there, and we fluffed for a bit. cudnt be arsed to game. i arrived in tilbury town and took a train to taryn's. it was a laugh straight on after that. was harrassing "Mole" and going pervy on her magazines. i said to her that it was my goal to fuck one of the models on the magazine. also Watched Scary movie, Played on the wii.(my wii fitness age is 38 lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we bought booze and started the Long ass'ed trek back to the train station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with lalah/Jade, then ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jade is my new target, if ever there is no chicks available i would have to settle for this HB 8. that is my goal. i semi gamed her earlier on but wasnt full on gaming her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started the "10 minute" walk to my house. FLuff here and there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They invaded my room. Lol. which i found quite hillarious since jade (target) got a feel of what im like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to afia's. and then its party on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;party like there's no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partied a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol@ Sunil (my newest asian friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casual Racism is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, amazing night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-1173940239017586924?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/1173940239017586924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=1173940239017586924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/1173940239017586924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/1173940239017586924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/06/bad-news.html' title='The bad news'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-8335250143755574062</id><published>2008-06-18T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:49:11.672+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Allright you needy fucking bastard</title><content type='html'>You've told her how you felt, NOW BACK THE FUCK OFF ALLRIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP TEXTING HER, STOP CALLING HER, STOP TEXTING HER, NO MSN, NO MYSPACE NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless she talks to you, otherwise keep everything fucking light hearted and stop going on bout your fucking emotions, you told her how you felt now shut the fuck up allright you stupid fucking motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've done what you want, now shut the fuck up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-8335250143755574062?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/8335250143755574062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=8335250143755574062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/8335250143755574062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/8335250143755574062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/06/allright-you-needy-fucking-bastard.html' title='Allright you needy fucking bastard'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-2148643754529213463</id><published>2008-06-18T16:20:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T19:18:53.624+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Stand still</title><content type='html'>Operation Cloud is on a standstill, why? Due to External factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What factor is that sinful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie's Grandad has passed away now (God bless his soul) and your actions are on a stale, i have no idea whether to support her or not, or talk to her or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will send flowers this saturday, when i head to coalhouse fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, that is pending if eden goes coalhouse, cause she's gay like that, and i dont really want a midget running around trying to rave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent sophie a text earlier, she was quite allright. she said she has been crying, i asked what jon did, and she said he just hugged her and wouldnt let go. then stuart hugged her and jon sort of took her away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clingy bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is where my emotions lie: and i need to get rid of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You care about sophie outen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you actually want out of this situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want sophie to love me again. Yeah. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what operation cloud's all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've asked how she is, stop ringing her, stop texting her, stop talking to her, only talk if she talks to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER OPERATION CLOUD. EXTERNAL FACTORS ARE ALREADY ELIMINATED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let her Reflect on how fucked up her life is without me. Let her reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOu can do this sinful, just step way back. Step back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just sent her this text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not the right time, but i did promise you that i'd tell you when ive stopped loving you. Still havent. thats why i still care so much about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acted on instinct. I can do operation cloud any day, but this is me, Sinful being on the offense. Girls that are in an emotional state are the easiest to target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, that's how i feel anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-2148643754529213463?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/2148643754529213463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=2148643754529213463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/2148643754529213463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/2148643754529213463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-stand-still.html' title='On a Stand still'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-5915054819950731672</id><published>2008-06-17T12:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:46:55.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Cloud</title><content type='html'>Operation Cloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive decided to implement an operation regarding my own problem at the moment with Sophie. This is really doing my head in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I implemented this operation On the 15th of June. Purely because of the sole fact that im actually fed up with everything with her. She doesn’t want me, She doesn’t need me. I need to get that in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operation Cloud consists of a list of goals I must achieve before the 5th of July. Why the 5th of July? Simple, cause The 5th of July means that I’ll be hitting on sophie again, alongside whilst im gaming other girls, I will start to be flirty again and hopefully by that time my head will be much more clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will have another “new impression” of me which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS OPERATION CLOUD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie outen (what to do with her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not talk to Sophie Outen unless spoken to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If and Only if there are external factors such as an argument before or whatever, please review carefully with yourself before executing a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not touch her at all. Make no Contact. Not even eye contact. Acknowledge the fact that she is present if she says hi, waves or offers a hug. ACKNOWLEDGE, but do not flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop reminding her of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect the move “mecka” and “Pandora” as well as “Akira”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perform a Full cold Magic routine to a spectator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crip Walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master V-stepping and other Cwalk moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarging (day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit on this ‘Kirsty’ Girl. (will/Rebecca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do one Cold approach. TRY Everyday to at least do one cold approach. Yes you have failed at that time, you have approach anxiety, its fine. Everyone gets that. Just do it next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upload&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal for Upload: Get 10 or more Numbers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim for a Blowjob at the end of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to Focus and not game around, FOCUS FIRE, FOCUS ON ONE GIRL. Stop doing Shotgun negs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOCUS FIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie’s granddad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her granddad dies, this is your cue to jump in with the flowers. Make no Sexual comments, no personal actions, Just give her the godforsakened flowers and offer your condolences. Tell her to stop cutting herself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to her parents and Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Job Hunting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Chart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop asking about Jon, Stop talking about Jon. Stop relating everything to Jon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that you’re better than jon in every aspect possible, you are full of game, you are full of confidence and you’re better looking than him. Jon is a rebound, and he just happened to be there at a time where sophie needed him the most. Jon is no match against you. Put it this way, even people say that im better than him, that’s how much I know that im better than him,. I smell better than him, I look better than him, ive got better game than him, He has no game at all, he has no sexual skills, he sucks ass. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the mindset that Sophie is with Jon now for a reason, and that reason is because she doesn’t love you anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of Operation Cloud if any one of these is broken, you have failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operation Cloud is a Conjunction of a set goals that need to be achieved by the 5th of July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-5915054819950731672?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/5915054819950731672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=5915054819950731672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/5915054819950731672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/5915054819950731672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/06/posting-in-college.html' title='Operation Cloud'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-4113020363027481542</id><published>2008-06-15T12:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:37:57.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Day</title><content type='html'>i deleted her off myspace, then blocked her off msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i unblocked her off msn, and texted her today saying Goodmorning and have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what in the fuck am i doing. i cant stop thinking bout her. does it matter if she thinks of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, does it actually matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES IT FUCKING DOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you cant do jack shit, jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation with emma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allright, for a whole month, this is what were going to do. Avoid all contact, except msn. msn is safe, and that's just to maintain friendship. AVoid all contact. Delete his myspace. Delete his number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hi only if he says hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma: but he kinda messes with my head on msn too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one worded answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how has your day been?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you still like me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not give him an idea that you still like him. it shifts power towards him, as he's the one in the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what to do now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im jay. and i live a fucking amazing life. my mum taught me to argue whenever possible. She wanted me to be a damn lawyer. everything is logical, and everything happens for a damn reason. Fuck right off if you say you cant do anything That's fucking bullshit- cause there's alwasy something you can do Stop bullshitting yourself by telling that you dont like him/her anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we both know you do anyways. Dont bullshit yourself, but do remember that its not gonna work out&lt;br /&gt;You're his/her Ex for a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVoid contact. if he initiates contact, initiate one worded answers. if you see him in person, say hi. Only if he says hi first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid eye contact. avoid any contact at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma: what shall i do if he texts me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one worded answers. if you do not have credit, DO NOT USE YOUR MUM'S PHONE TO TEXT HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if he says ' do you wanna come lakeside with me?' he normanly says that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"am i black?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously not, so there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's having trouble, and needs someone to fall back on. picture that he's falling backwards, you dont want to be the person that catches him when he falls. instead you'd want to be the person that pulls him back up. after he falls down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVOID ALL CONTACT. initiate one worded conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP BEING FLIRTY&lt;br /&gt;STOP BEING FRIENDLY&lt;br /&gt;STOP FUCKING EVERYTHING ALLRIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause right now you're in a state, where you cant get her off your mind. what in the fuck is that all about? she isnt your damn girlfriend, she's just your ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's taken and happy. get that through your goddamn head. if she isnt happy, then good for her. she chose this path, dickhead. if she is, then good for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop being a mum and keep implying the whole "i told you so." thing with her, cause women run on emotions and not on logic. whoever gives them that sexual vibe will win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are not going to initiate any sexuality until 5th of july. until the 5th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCING REMEMBER THAT. UNTIL THE 5th you are not to initiate any sexual contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh Sinful, why the 5th?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the 5th is upload, and it'll be sarging Olympics. i will use her as  a pivot, and if it goes more than that, then Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, dont relax. dont step back. actually step forward and take offense. i will not tolerate any bullshit that is sent to my way. Im Jay, and im fucking amazing. it doesnt matter whot he fuck you are, i dont take bullshit from anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-4113020363027481542?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/4113020363027481542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=4113020363027481542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4113020363027481542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4113020363027481542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/06/rough-day.html' title='Rough Day'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-796014462843072877</id><published>2008-06-11T23:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:14:39.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend Destroyer- 2</title><content type='html'>Boyfriend Destroyers&lt;br /&gt;by Harmless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, it's important to notice how she brings up her BF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's early in the sarge and she says, "I have a BF," this does NOT mean that it's time to do BF destroyers. This means that you did NOT attract her and that she could even be LYING to you because she doesn't want to talk to you. So... if you get this too soon, then you need to deal with more fundamental game issues first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she waits until later in the sarge and brings it up reluctantly, like, "Oh, I'm kinda seeing someone," then you know you're IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ULTIMATE BF DESTROYER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore it. Don't make an issue of it. The first time she brings up her BF, don't say anything more than, "That's cute." Just keep gaming her. You can break this rule later when you learn to calibrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she brings it up again, there are a few techniques I have that work REALLY well to make take her BF out of her mind and put YOU in his place. (Well, at least make her forget about him for long enough to go home with you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all based on a few basic principles. Basically, you want to create a VOID in her life by letting her see that her BF is not fulfilling her needs. Then you show her that you are precisely her-void-shaped and fucking you would make everything alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember these principles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, if you BASH her boyfriend, she will get DEFENSIVE and support him. You've just anchored good feelings towards her BF and BAD feelings towards you. Bad idea. This even happens if SHE starts bashing her BF and you AGREE with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, if you try to convince her that you are better than her BF, the same thing will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, if you talk about how awesome her BF is and exaggerate it to impossible proportions and talk about how they are destined to be together forever, this will cause her to re-evaluate her BF in YOUR TERMS... and be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, if you talk about how horrible a BF YOU would be, and why she would never want to date you, she will start to relate that to HER experience with HER boyfriend. It's sometimes also effective if you do this ironically, telling her how WONDERFUL you would be and then describing all your horrible traits as if they were ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, use future adventures projection to have her imagining the two of you together. Use this HEAVILY. I cannot stress this enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, fractionate between a joking, tongue-in-cheek, "I'm just kidding" tone and serious, "Is he kidding?" tone depending on how into you she is and how attached she still is to her BF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh, use false disqualifiers a LOT. Make excuses for why you can't be with her, especially ones that disqualify yourself. It helps if they are blatantly weak excuses. My favorite is that my other girls take up too much of my time as it is. Use these right after Future Adventures Projection too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighth, just pretend that the words "I have a boyfriend" have NO MEANING at all to you. Continue as if she never said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninth, she is destined to be yours and you both know it. There is no element of NEEDINESS here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine these principles (and others that I've forgotten, and anything IN10SE would care to add) and you can create your own BF Destroying material on the fly. Here are some routines that I've created while talking to girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is from a sarge with a SHB who is "kinda seeing" the manager of a trendy downtown club)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You're a lesbian, aren't you!"&lt;br /&gt;Her: "I'm not a lesbian! But... er... I am kinda seeing someone. He's about this tall, dark hair [starts describing the manager, who I had seen her eating dinner with after the clubs closed the previous night]"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, it's a good thing that I like him."&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, because otherwise I'd just steal you from him, take you to a desert island, and spend a week drinking rum, sun-bathing, and skinny-dipping with you. [I could have gone on with the future adventures projection, but I decided not to.] But that will never happen. So, tell me, how long have you been 'kinda seeing' him?"&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Oh, just a few weeks now."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Wow, you know, just from the way your eyes are all bright and your skin is glowing, I can tell that you are totally in love with this guy. In fact, I predict that a year from now, you will be happily married with 1.5 kids and a white picket fence." [said very tongue in cheek]&lt;br /&gt;Her: "I don't want to get married, and I certainly don't want kids right now! I'm an independent woman!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Of course you are. But he's just so perfect for you! I bet he buys you flowers every day you see him. I'm sure that he is always a perfect gentleman and never even LOOKS at another girl while the two of you are together." [note: I had been blatantly gaming girls all night, right in front of her, and getting #s.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff to do and a general structure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mentions her BF and starts qualifying him somehow ("Oh, he's so X. I love him so much"). You use this when you start a FUTURE ADVENTURES PROJECTION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I suppose that since I like him and I don't want to hurt his feelings and everything, we will have to conduct our moonlit tryst secretly. He must never know of our clandestine meetings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you build up her BF with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what? It sounds like you guys are totally in love. I can totally tell that he's the PERFECT guy for you and you will ALWAYS be together. In fact, I bet he'll propose to you soon and you'll get married and have kids and live in a nice house with a white picket fence. And you know, I just couldn't live with myself if I ruined the rest of your life with him because he is your PERFECT BOYFRIEND."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she starts bashing her own boyfriend ("Well, sometimes he's mean to me. Blah blah blah") and you say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, if I was your boyfriend, I wouldn't be like that at all. I would call you three times a day JUST to find out where you were and what you were doing and who you were with. I would get mad if you didn't call me EVERY day because I would love you SOOOOO much. I would go out drinking with the guys every weekend so you could have your personal space to do whatever it is that girls do... I don't know, cooking and cleaning and such. Oh, and I would forget all our anniversaries and break up with you on valentines day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the idea is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mentions the BF,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mentions him again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start three threads going:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is future adventures projections of you and her having sex. But you use imagery that she can fantasize about (If you don't know, go read a romance novel) and disqualify yourself. ("Yeah, but that will never happen.") This raises buying temp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is a thread that describes him as the ideal boyfriend so his faults are amplified. This is a DHV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third is a thread that describes you as a horrible boyfriend. You can do it ironically if you want. Basically, it's a DLV and a false-disqualifier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, these anti-BF techniques work so well that I use them all the time on girls that are single too. I just start talking about past relationships or the ideal guy, etc, etc. Or I start future adventures projections about our illicit meetings, running away from the paparazzi in LA, getting pictures of us kissing in the National Enquirer, etc, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-796014462843072877?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/796014462843072877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=796014462843072877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/796014462843072877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/796014462843072877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/06/boyfriend-destroyer-2.html' title='Boyfriend Destroyer- 2'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-4022479816509739336</id><published>2008-06-11T20:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:34:37.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm. odd</title><content type='html'>Well i started out allright today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked hayley out at like half 12. i dumped her through text at half 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because my friends kept calling her russian and shit, lol quite kills my rep really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Kristy laing afterwards, bloody fuck is she hot. HB 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd tap that ANY DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gmaing that, applying the boyfriend destroyer technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i gamed the xbox live operator as well, i found her quite intresting, though she prefered not to say where she was from or where she's currently stated. she said she was from egypt before though, and she was nice enough to send me 2 xbox 360 controllers and a wireless headset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was light gaming sophie as well, frickin hell i just cant forget bout that damn girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-4022479816509739336?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/4022479816509739336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=4022479816509739336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4022479816509739336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4022479816509739336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmm-odd.html' title='Hmm. odd'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-454383309122598400</id><published>2008-06-11T20:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:30:21.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boyfriend Destroyer Technique.</title><content type='html'>THis was Posted by TheJedi, but originally written by Tyler Durden. I wanted a new thread for it so i could put it in the guide list. &lt;br /&gt;By Tyler Durden &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about my situation this week with my ex-GF, and how I will certainly &lt;br /&gt;be doing some BFdestroying very soon, I thought that the bros. might be &lt;br /&gt;interested in having a look at my potent and thoroughly field tested &lt;br /&gt;BFdestroying techniques. (I'd better get some good replies on that email help I &lt;br /&gt;asked for guys, its actually important to me). I want to add, that I see &lt;br /&gt;nothing wrong in attempting to BFdestroy a relationship, because it can hardly &lt;br /&gt;be a good relationship if some dude she just met was so easily able to break it &lt;br /&gt;up. In the case of a marriage with young children, however, I might not be &lt;br /&gt;inclined to use this stuff. Comments always welcome. &lt;br /&gt;My potent BF Destroying routine, in all its evil glory: &lt;br /&gt;I have used this for 5 years, and seen if work effectively for both myself and &lt;br /&gt;for friends who ask me to BFdestroy on chicks that they want to get with. I &lt;br /&gt;have seen this work on all forms of commitment (marriage, engaged, BF/GF, FB &lt;br /&gt;that she's attached to). &lt;br /&gt;This stuff is more geared towards prompting an actual breakup, than a ONS &lt;br /&gt;(though its worked WELL for ONS also in -many- cases). I've read MrSEX4uNYC's &lt;br /&gt;stuff on that, and its all you need. So if you're just trying to make yourself &lt;br /&gt;sexually available to commited chicks who you sense want you anyway, this stuff &lt;br /&gt;is hardly necessary. In that case, just do a ctrl-f search for "boyfriend" in &lt;br /&gt;NYC's archive, and you're golden. For HBs in satisfying relationships (ie: &lt;br /&gt;getting sexed well, getting emotional nurturing, guy is challenging yet fair) &lt;br /&gt;that is your only option, as no amount of BFdestroying will do shit. &lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;br /&gt;Background - a few things to remember: &lt;br /&gt;1) When BFdestroying you walk a tightrope between evoking too many bad feelings &lt;br /&gt;and having them anchoured to you, and getting the chick to want to dump her BF. &lt;br /&gt;Don't forget that your end goal is to f-close, not to break her up for some &lt;br /&gt;other dude to enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;2) It is preferable that you don't make it appear that you want her to dump her &lt;br /&gt;boyfriend. Rather, make the idea appear to be something from within her (more &lt;br /&gt;of a Socratic thing, than a direct thing). &lt;br /&gt;3) While BFdestroying, you must direct the convo. to make her prompt you to &lt;br /&gt;tell her how you would treat a woman. Make her work it out of you, because &lt;br /&gt;she's worked up, and wants to know if she's got a fair deal or not. &lt;br /&gt;4) You must REFRAME all behaviour to appear like insecure nice guy behaviour. &lt;br /&gt;Even behaviour that -WE- as ASFers would use on girls (such as not agreeing to &lt;br /&gt;LTR) is to be REFRAMED as being nice guy behaviour, as someone who is too &lt;br /&gt;afraid to be decisive and go for what they really want, since they are too &lt;br /&gt;afraid that they will lose it once they've been emotionally vulnerable (as will &lt;br /&gt;be explained below). All behaviour can be REFRAMED. &lt;br /&gt;5) By making the guy look like a "NICE GUY", you are making him the most &lt;br /&gt;sexually unappealing guy conceivable. Once you've done this, there is NOTHING &lt;br /&gt;that he can do to get back into her good books, as you've put him into a &lt;br /&gt;predicament where anything that he does will be interpreted by his GF as being &lt;br /&gt;insecure. So, if he's too distant, and he makes up for it by buying her &lt;br /&gt;flowers -&gt; he's insecure. If he's too needy, and he makes up for it by getting &lt;br /&gt;a life -&gt; he's insecure. You are trying to DIFFUSE his outer glossy shell, and &lt;br /&gt;give the girl a window into his inner workings, so that he no longer appears &lt;br /&gt;"mysterious" in any way. You make her understand him so well, that she likes &lt;br /&gt;him more as a person, but no longer has any sexual desire for him. &lt;br /&gt;6) Rather than re-explaining EVing, I'll just quote some MrSEX4uNYC archive, to &lt;br /&gt;give the basic frame that you're working with WHILE you are using the stuff &lt;br /&gt;that I'm mentioning. Without using this at the same time, my shit is USELESS: &lt;br /&gt;"A major point though is that if her relationship to her boyfriend was so good, &lt;br /&gt;what is she doing sitting out for coffee with you? This does not need to be &lt;br /&gt;stated by you. It is obvious. Your job is to find out what SHE wants from you &lt;br /&gt;and how you plan to demonstrate that you can provide it to her through your &lt;br /&gt;stories about yourself. Of course you need lots of stories about yourself &lt;br /&gt;dealing with women in the same fashion that she likes to be handles herself. &lt;br /&gt;This stuff seeps in and makes her think of you as "her type" without you even &lt;br /&gt;complimenting her once." (MrSEX4uNYC) &lt;br /&gt;The tactic: &lt;br /&gt;What you're looking to do here is tear the guy down to a NICE GUY, while making &lt;br /&gt;it look like you're actually STICKING UP FOR HIM! Your goal is to make him one &lt;br /&gt;of those guys that a girl would go out on a date with, like as a person, and &lt;br /&gt;feel bad for having to LJBF at the end of the night when he tries to kiss her &lt;br /&gt;at the door. &lt;br /&gt;So how do you do that? Almost invariably, LTRs have certain problems (which &lt;br /&gt;any of you who've had LTRs are morbidly familiar with): &lt;br /&gt;-jealousy related spats (KEY) &lt;br /&gt;-neediness &lt;br /&gt;-failure to commit or being too distant &lt;br /&gt;-abusive behaviour (be it physical or mental) &lt;br /&gt;-psychological withdrawal, to gain certainty in the relationship (ie: in LTRs &lt;br /&gt;each party will withdraw to see if the other will pursue periodically, to &lt;br /&gt;assure themselves that the LTR is solid.. this is dimestore psychology, and &lt;br /&gt;easily observable in any relationship) &lt;br /&gt;-being irresponsible (not holding up share of chores, etc.) &lt;br /&gt;-not being assertive in bed (KEY) &lt;br /&gt;-being into S&amp;M and other stuff in bed, that the girl thinks is too far out &lt;br /&gt;-getting angry/frustrated when he initiates sex, and girl is not in the mood &lt;br /&gt;(KEY) &lt;br /&gt;-being too predictable, not passionate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, there are some basic ones. I will now break these down to show you how I &lt;br /&gt;would roughly respond to any of these complaints, in a way that I appear to be &lt;br /&gt;sticking up for the BF, but am inadvertantly BFdestroying him. This is not the &lt;br /&gt;sum total of the routine, but simply the raw fuel that you are employing, while &lt;br /&gt;using standard ASF kino/bodylanguage/tonality etc. Remember, that you may not &lt;br /&gt;necessarily want to start escalating your sexual state, until she is convinced &lt;br /&gt;that her BF is lame-ass, otherwise she may potentially realize that you are &lt;br /&gt;trying to pull one over on her. This is not the rule, but simply something to &lt;br /&gt;be considered based on your evaluation of the circumstance. &lt;br /&gt;Jealousy: &lt;br /&gt;"You have to understand that this guy really appreciates you, because you're &lt;br /&gt;probably the best girl that he ever got, or ever will get. I know that... you &lt;br /&gt;care about this guy (maybe sp)... but there's just a certain equilibrium where &lt;br /&gt;if you've done this guy a favour by being with him and he's not equipped to &lt;br /&gt;handle it, since he knows that he'll never get a girl like you again if he &lt;br /&gt;walks out, that he's just constantly frustrated and panicked that you'll leave. &lt;br /&gt;It's not his fault. &lt;br /&gt;Neediness: &lt;br /&gt;"You've got to understand that for this guy you are his entire world. He cares &lt;br /&gt;about you so much, that everything else in the world is meaningless to him. &lt;br /&gt;You are his only source of pleasure, and without you he knows that...he's &lt;br /&gt;nothing. You can't blame him, he just doesn't have anything else going for &lt;br /&gt;him, so he needs you." &lt;br /&gt;Failure to commit: &lt;br /&gt;"It's not that this guy doesn't love you. He does. Its just that deep down he &lt;br /&gt;has a fear that... you're too good for him... and that you'll realize it and be &lt;br /&gt;like, you know....you just have to dump this guy.... and then he'll be left &lt;br /&gt;emotionally destroyed because he made himself vulnerable. Yes yes I know that &lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't do that to him, but its just that with (x,y,z into consideration - &lt;br /&gt;bring up imbalance struck earlier in the convo) he knows that you could get &lt;br /&gt;other guys (SP)...like me...I just think that he's not an emotionally secure &lt;br /&gt;person, and you've gotta cut him some slack." &lt;br /&gt;Abusive behaviour: &lt;br /&gt;"It's not that this guy doesn't love you. Its that he loves you too much, and &lt;br /&gt;just can't handle it. He's not emotionally available, and because he knows &lt;br /&gt;that you're the best he's ever had, he can't handle all of these things that &lt;br /&gt;he's going through emotionally. All his life he probably wasn't very good with &lt;br /&gt;women, and women weren't interested in him.. So now that he's got this girl, he &lt;br /&gt;doesn't know how to handle it. (plus use the he doesn't want to be emotionally &lt;br /&gt;vulnerable, because he's such a loser ass that he can't handle it as per above &lt;br /&gt;etc.) &lt;br /&gt;Periodic Psychological Withdrawal: &lt;br /&gt;"(use combinations from material I've written.. Rather than downplaying it for &lt;br /&gt;the perfectly normal behaviour that it is, magnify it by making it appear to be &lt;br /&gt;a sign of insecurity, that is typically displayed when nice guys who can't get &lt;br /&gt;girls get stuck into a relationship with a girl that is too good for them)" &lt;br /&gt;Being Irresponsible: &lt;br /&gt;"Its not that this guy doesn't -want- to do these things. Its just that he's &lt;br /&gt;so overwhelmed by all of the things that are going on, that he just can't keep &lt;br /&gt;up these responsibilities. Yes yes, I know that x,y,z aren't that much, but &lt;br /&gt;he's not in an emotionally healthy place right now, and he just can't handle it &lt;br /&gt;(you mirror this against yourself, the image of a REAL/STRONG/COMPETENT man, &lt;br /&gt;basically trying to make him seem like a little boy)" &lt;br /&gt;Not being assertive in bed (THIS IS KEY, AND IS VERY OFTEN THE BEST ONE TO USE &lt;br /&gt;- VERY COMMON) &lt;br /&gt;"It's not that he doesn't want to excite you. It's just that he's so &lt;br /&gt;overwhelmed being with a girl like you, that he's not equipped to handle your &lt;br /&gt;sexual needs. It's like the typical case of the rich daughter who marries the &lt;br /&gt;labourer. At first the labourer is so exstatic to have this gorgeous girl &lt;br /&gt;(point to her) wanting him.. But in the end, he cheats on her with some white &lt;br /&gt;trash mullet haired girl, because he knows that that's who he really belongs &lt;br /&gt;with, and that's who makes him feel good about himself. You shouldn't hold his &lt;br /&gt;lack of assertiveness in bed against him, because its just a reflection of his &lt;br /&gt;insecurity. With the right girl, any guy can be a stud in the sack .. its not &lt;br /&gt;hard, you just have to take CONTROL (perhaps show some controlling kino here, &lt;br /&gt;to get her turned on)." then transition to some HOT sex talk, where you &lt;br /&gt;inadvertantly spill how much you need to take control in bed. &lt;br /&gt;Guy into weird stuff in bed (S&amp;M etc) when she hates it: &lt;br /&gt;"It's not that this guy doesn't love you.. Its just that he uses these things &lt;br /&gt;to objectify you, because he knows that he's never had a girl like you, and &lt;br /&gt;probably never will once you're gone.. so he doesn't want to "make love", &lt;br /&gt;because he doesn't want to make himself emotionally vulnerable to you.. but he &lt;br /&gt;still wants sex, &lt;br /&gt;so he has to turn it into a perverse game, to keep his insecurities from &lt;br /&gt;overwhelming him" &lt;br /&gt;Guy gets angry when he initiates sex and she's not interested (ANOTHER KEY ONE &lt;br /&gt;TO PECK AT.. VERY COMMON) &lt;br /&gt;"The thing is, that this guy loves you, and he's just exasperated that.... he's &lt;br /&gt;completely impotent to turn you on.. he just can't turn you on, and he knows &lt;br /&gt;that, so he gets frustrated.. Its like when you want to have &lt;br /&gt;sex...withme.....its like, I know that its your job to get the girl turned on. &lt;br /&gt;Girls need a man who knows that they want, and how to get it. When a girl says &lt;br /&gt;'no', but at the same time she loves this guy (sp), it often means please turn &lt;br /&gt;me on more.. please, I want you to be more attentive to me.. (this totally &lt;br /&gt;mindfucks the girl, as it is an EXTREMELY COMMON part of the LTR cycle, that &lt;br /&gt;once sex becomes stagnant -&gt; foreplay nearly ceases. Because chemically women &lt;br /&gt;are addicted to OXITOCINS which are released by touch, and it is more &lt;br /&gt;testosterone that they get from sex, most women will hate sex once it degrades &lt;br /&gt;to a lack of foreplay. However, most LTRs have this problem, so you must &lt;br /&gt;exploit it.. I'm ceasely amazed by how much girls in LTRs PERK RIGHT UP the &lt;br /&gt;second that you imply that you're attentive even in LTRs) &lt;br /&gt;Being too predictable, not passionate: &lt;br /&gt;"Its not that this guy doesn't love you. He does. Its just that he's so &lt;br /&gt;comfortable with you now.. and feels so close to you, that you're more like a &lt;br /&gt;sister to him.. Like a special sister, but someone who he doesn't feel that he &lt;br /&gt;has to do all these things for anymore, because your relationship is so secure &lt;br /&gt;and so predictable.. there's no need for all that excitement, because he knows &lt;br /&gt;that nothing will change.. Some guys deal with true love that way.. I dunno, &lt;br /&gt;for me, I think that if you really love someone, you have to do x,y,z &lt;br /&gt;(established earlier in convo) to keep it fresh. Like if you are really a real &lt;br /&gt;man who loves his woman, you have to do x,y,z to keep it fresh. But really, &lt;br /&gt;its not that he doesn't love you, its just that he loves you so much that he &lt;br /&gt;doesn't see the need." &lt;br /&gt;***So, remember that you are focusing on destroying the guy's sexual appeal, by &lt;br /&gt;making him seem too familiar, and easy to understand. People generally get &lt;br /&gt;'one-itis' for those who are challenging and hard to understand. By making the &lt;br /&gt;BF seem both easy to understand, and very insecure/nice/beta in the meantime, &lt;br /&gt;the relationship will likely not last the week. &lt;br /&gt;Just remember not to be the LJBF who counsels her on her problems. Instead, &lt;br /&gt;you are constantly getting her worked up by doing the EVing that MrSEX4uNYC &lt;br /&gt;discusses in his archive. Ideally, she must be getting both turned off the guy &lt;br /&gt;by what you're doing, and getting turned on by YOU, and the conversation &lt;br /&gt;NATURALLY LEADS TO HOW YOU ARE DIFFERENT, AND -IDEAL- FOR WHAT SHE WANTS. The &lt;br /&gt;natural flow of conversation must indirectly lead to exposing your highly &lt;br /&gt;desirable qualities. &lt;br /&gt;She is getting turned on by the DIRECT CONTRAST between you and her boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;You do not offer your qualities directly, but highlight them by pointing out &lt;br /&gt;that you understand where her BFs negative qualities are insecure. Getting her &lt;br /&gt;to beg you to tell her how you treat women is all the better, and if it is &lt;br /&gt;going well can likely be expected. Act reluctant to tell her if necessary, &lt;br /&gt;though not to the extent that you are sending an SOI that her getting with you &lt;br /&gt;is not a program that you're down with. &lt;br /&gt;Once you have her worked up, use standard ASF material to move in, and its a &lt;br /&gt;done deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-454383309122598400?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/454383309122598400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=454383309122598400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/454383309122598400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/454383309122598400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/06/boyfriend-destroyer-technique.html' title='The Boyfriend Destroyer Technique.'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-4659943384523807277</id><published>2008-06-10T22:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:43:54.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible for a pickup?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/naXJx_MN5ek&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/naXJx_MN5ek&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck right off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will be your new inspirational video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently reading the game by strauss as well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-4659943384523807277?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/4659943384523807277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=4659943384523807277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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herpies from your mum :P'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont let it get to you, your stronger than that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Emma goldsmith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you take your own goddamn advice for once aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be allright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just step back, and watch things unfold.  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're amazing, here's your girl list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEADCOUUUNTTTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls that wants to go out with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda &lt;br /&gt;Hayley (Potential Fuck buddy)&lt;br /&gt;Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a stale:&lt;br /&gt;The lovely Ex girlfriend, Sophie outen.&lt;br /&gt;Kirsty marks&lt;br /&gt;Kirsty moore&lt;br /&gt;Kristy laing&lt;br /&gt;Shirly (college)&lt;br /&gt;Amy (nutter amy)&lt;br /&gt;Emma evil (theo's Girl)&lt;br /&gt;Louisa (Psychology)&lt;br /&gt;Ashleigh Corbin&lt;br /&gt;Lucy (St.cleres lucy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaming:&lt;br /&gt;Paige (msn)&lt;br /&gt;Sarah (goldsmith's friend)&lt;br /&gt;Holly (hb 9 )&lt;br /&gt;Amy anime&lt;br /&gt;Sophie (Beautiful disaster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pivots:&lt;br /&gt;Demi&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Emo goth Jem&lt;br /&gt;lalah (college)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-1603925869449387163?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/1603925869449387163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=1603925869449387163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/1603925869449387163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/1603925869449387163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/06/youll-be-allright.html' title='You&apos;ll be allright'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-3089197697949244568</id><published>2008-06-08T08:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T08:57:11.471+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grading day</title><content type='html'>I'll give you a lowdown from yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically i was planning to give sophie a drink from starbucks and just talk to her- but something that fucked me off badly came up. Jon was wearing a wristband that i gave to sophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, Woooh. that pretty much fucked up my day really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was gaming for a bit- tom's bird named sophie and luke's bird named amy. MAJORLY light gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked home as well. it was raining. i cried for a bit. why would sophie do that though? that wristband meant a lot, and why is that guy wearing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called her up like 13 times, and we talked for the whole hour. she said its only because she swapped wristbands with him the day of her exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short- she ddnt mean it intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to her ages ago as well, about when we were having a break, and she just dragged me to the nearest corner and ate my face. then after she said "sorry i couldnt resist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she would still do that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i said its just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like ive still got a leash on her. she's going to stuart's piss up thing today with people, she might get pissed, she might eat jon's face. apparantly if she can be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;div 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day'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-6713944109806523816</id><published>2008-06-07T09:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:44:35.169+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on come on, its called a U-turn</title><content type='html'>Pay no attention to that title, its just the current song that's playing and i havent heard it in ages lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive bene thinking bout sophie a lot recently-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i been doing exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been pushing away from her since last week exactly. we havent had a full blown conversation that hasnt turned into an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparantly 2 days ago She said to barnaby that i kissed hope on our little spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, that mustv ehurt like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna go apologise today. consequently, 2 days ago she was majorly upset and stuff she said she kept her promise when she said she'll love me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just gonna buy her a caramel frappuccino with blended creme to make up for it. or maybe some oreos as well. i'll tell her to shove it down jon's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. i will actually say that. see her reaction. im tempted to faint kiss her- though i dont think it'll be appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my targets are gonna be all over the lake today- GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know- im not gonna fall back into her arms or anything, but i at least want her to acknowledge the fact that i still care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i went too far with the whole "pushing away" aspect of the cat string theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for the pull. then i'll push away again by backing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways - meeting luke instead of rebecca- cause rebecca's grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still gaming holly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on that note, im off. talk soon Sinn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-6713944109806523816?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/6713944109806523816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=6713944109806523816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/6713944109806523816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/6713944109806523816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/06/come-on-come-on-its-called-u-turn.html' title='Come on come on, its called a U-turn'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-816925873996509951</id><published>2008-06-07T00:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:30:47.039+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it</title><content type='html'>Im sorry- but ive been really busy and shit recently, and like i havent really remembered to put entries and whatnot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you a quick lowdown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting rebecca tomorrow (HB 7, pivot really social proof) at the beginining, Gonna ask if i can borrow sophie tomorrow (Ex Gf, hb 9) and just apologise and stuff really bout the whole hope thing (hope= Hb 5 &gt;_&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPEFULLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will see HOlly as well, she's HB 9 and im seriously gonna try and game her like FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise i'd just be roaming around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might head into jame's barbeque as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda's getting fuck annoying. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and sophie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her and jon havent broken up, theyre awkward with each other apparantly, ive no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. just gaming girls for me, dunno wtf she's doing with her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update from: http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/05/headcount-300508.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEADCOUUUNTTTTTTTTT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls that wants to go out with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;br /&gt;Hayley&lt;br /&gt;Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a stale:&lt;br /&gt;The lovely Ex girlfriend, Sophie outen.&lt;br /&gt;Kirsty marks&lt;br /&gt;Kirsty moore&lt;br /&gt;Kristy laing&lt;br /&gt;Shirly (college)&lt;br /&gt;Amy (nutter amy)&lt;br /&gt;Emma evil (theo's Girl)&lt;br /&gt;Louisa (Psychology)&lt;br /&gt;Ashleigh Corbin&lt;br /&gt;Lucy (St.cleres lucy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaming:&lt;br /&gt;Paige (msn)&lt;br /&gt;Sarah (goldsmith's friend)&lt;br /&gt;Holly (hb 9 )&lt;br /&gt;Shirley (dying.... =/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pivots:&lt;br /&gt;Demi&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Emo goth Jem&lt;br /&gt;lalah (college)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow that's a tad bit lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-816925873996509951?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-1182343856100309890</id><published>2008-06-03T23:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:17:55.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a few days</title><content type='html'>And im doing quite allright, gaming a SHIT lot of girls, so taking my mind off things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a few quick updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a high possibility that sophie might be dumping jon. cause apparantly jon doesnt like her anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sophie's grandad is dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i have been speaking to her, but i dont like reminisce or whatever, well we do but i do try and steer it back to the main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tom's doing okay with his sophie etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda's being annoying, so is hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayley's actually allright lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi's not too good with steve, and likewise.&lt;br /&gt;steve's in love with heidi, heidi's taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to play pool with myles, tom, daniel jono and ray today. quite fun but i sucked ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still gaming a shit lotta girls, avent spoken to emma goldsmith's sarah all day- nor have i spoken to paige. spoken to kristy though and sophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel can crip walk now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. the finale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden lost her virginity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-1182343856100309890?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/1182343856100309890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-1811466486845973347</id><published>2008-05-31T10:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T10:38:43.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To be quite Honest</title><content type='html'>i actually have no idea about the amount of girls im gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i went upload yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i got off my dad's car, i already knew some people, so i said hi and talked with the security guard for a bit, i made the girls laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.g. as i was being patted down i commented "this is like the best part. Rrrrr..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i entered, people flocked to me, and this girl named sarah said hi, and i pretended to not know her, lol. sophie was there too, and i was giving sarah the "sorry i dont know you look" and just went "OH ITS YOU!" +hugged her, etc. fluffed a bit, entered the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw some peeps, danced with some peeps, the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were raving, and i saw sophie kissing jon. wow. shattering. i went outside, and talked to demi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have work to do. 10 numbers in under 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to sophie, and said that i was jealous and whatnot. then girls just flocked me from there and started calling me pimp (thanks to becca babes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started gaming immediately after that. kept demi of a headcount of how many numbers im getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this one specific girl that caught my eye- she's becca's cousin. she's in year 11 and she's going palmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamed her like mad, just got to know her really, dropped the powerpuff bomb and she loved it. i picked up a glowstick and i tried to put it on her, i said its specifically blue cause she reminds me of bubbles, and everytime she'd see that she'd be reminded of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wont fucking clip on. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the stall and bought a new one, i chatted up the ladies and got a free goodie bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the goodie bag contained a few sweets and a little plush toy thing, i presented that to her, and she asked if she can have it, i told her only if she's a good girl, and if she finds me by the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girl has LTR written all over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another girl called amanda, and she talked to me on the dancefloor bout my belt and whatnot, fluffed really. and as i was talking to sophie she popped out and started dancing with her, so i started gaming other chicks while they danced, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically i was just gaming this amanda girl, pulling all the stunts, the girl spinning, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better get started. Social proofed, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, this is the part where i was asking them all for their numbers etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, at the end of the night well near enough the girls were practically all over me and calling me pimp. my pivot (Jemma) helped me a lot, and she ddnt even know it. my tie was being stolen and whatnot by a bunch of girls and amanda, and at the end of the night amanda had it, and i asked for it back, idk what happened but she kept it, but i asked for a kiss on the cheek instead, then a kiss on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That previous girl, Hollie the powerpuff girl... she did find me, and i landed a kiss on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said she shot amanda evil looks. i laughed. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she asked if amanda was my gf, cause she saw us kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laughed, then just asked for her number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, sophie is still on my mind. fucking oneitis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-1811466486845973347?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/1811466486845973347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=1811466486845973347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/1811466486845973347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/1811466486845973347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-be-quite-honest.html' title='To be quite Honest'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-1381172057651137444</id><published>2008-05-30T23:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T00:23:18.644+01:00</updated><title type='text'>oh for fuck's sake</title><content type='html'>I may have to redo that headcount, cause i just sarged a SHITLOT of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥MissAmanda"ShakeYourBum"Eaton♥ Yes Stacii Yh lol says (23:46):&lt;br /&gt;if u told me u was single i would of got on u there nd then hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be quite honest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im actually too busy gaming atm to actually write on this god forsakened blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i WILL write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PROMISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headcount: 6 numbers, 1 K close,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-1381172057651137444?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/1381172057651137444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=1381172057651137444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/1381172057651137444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/1381172057651137444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-for-fucks-sake.html' title='oh for fuck&apos;s sake'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-3005072255555601357</id><published>2008-05-30T17:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T17:56:38.407+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HEADCOUNT! 30/05/08</title><content type='html'>hayley Rogers - on a stale until summer. When college people will not know that were going out.   yes, im aiming to fuck. aiming just to fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah (emma goldsmith's friend) - LTR, just met her a few weeks ago, fluffed really, nothing fancy. im starting to game her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope - No to LTR, aiming for head. She's allright, will start gaming her at the summer, when no one actually knows were going out. im aiming for head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley -LTR type.  College girl, quiet, CHALLENGING. Gaming her 24/7. if she only actually has enough credit to reply, lol. LTR type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a stale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristy  - Potential LTR - Jack brown's girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Kirsty moore - Potential LTR - Personal family issues atm, untouchable cause of adam and ray. &lt;br /&gt;Amy (Amy Amy, you know her lol) - Fuck buddy Fitt one, doesnt talk much but apparantly she's fucking fitt now mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsty marks - no to LTR. Fuck buddy, yeah. can talk to her as well, which is a good thing =D she can drive too! on a stale cause she's on a 2 year relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammie Ann cresswell  - Potential LTR She's fucking tough. bitch shield 24/7 but her shield is a sorta boring shield LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asheligh Corbin - Fuck buddy? She's allright, i'd tap that lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update this whenever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-3005072255555601357?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/3005072255555601357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=3005072255555601357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/3005072255555601357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/3005072255555601357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/05/headcount-300508.html' title='HEADCOUNT! 30/05/08'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-2177852880022728479</id><published>2008-05-30T17:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T17:33:26.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Today-</title><content type='html'>Oasis-wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addictive Choon. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, i handed out some cv's today, i light gamed most of the employees, cause they're female. its quite cool actually, at one point the woman took my cv straight to the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day was allright, only had to pay 4 pounds for the meal, quality. i love ray. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going upload later on, there'll be no eden there, no jon. just sophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont be all over her, and i'll be playing hard to get. im just gonna game girls right in front of her damn face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow im evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im also gonna look like justin timberlake- i apologise now, this is completely and solely to rub it in her fucking face what she's missing out on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-2177852880022728479?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/2177852880022728479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=2177852880022728479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/2177852880022728479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/2177852880022728479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/05/today_30.html' title='Today-'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-2864350355207974085</id><published>2008-05-30T17:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T17:30:21.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Note:</title><content type='html'>Conversation below is NOT FULL. i repeat, i have light gamed her, though there was a bit of serious talk involved, and i felt that the serious talkw as more important than the gaming part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote: me and sophie spoke for a bit yesterday, she said goodnight, i CnF'ed a bit and said "you sound like my nan" etc. playful, then she got stroppy and  i sort of just went numb on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said goodnight a few hours later, and i said goodmorning today. i dont think she has any credit left. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-2864350355207974085?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/2864350355207974085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=2864350355207974085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/2864350355207974085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/2864350355207974085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/05/note.html' title='Note:'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-733431748439987308</id><published>2008-05-29T08:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T08:30:27.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation</title><content type='html'>This is a conversation i had from sophie, its quite. Intresting. there's a part there where i mentioned thatshe kept popping into my mind all day today, which she did anyways, and she said that her grandad has a week to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said to her it was some freakish connection, cause i was gonna ask if she wanted to do something tomorrow, but decided not to cause of jon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its quite odd, i really do have a connection with this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, this is light gaming. to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/7379/number1sg3.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.imageshack.us/g.php?h=207&amp;i=number1sg3.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/7379/number1sg3.496804029c.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/1118/number3av8.png" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-4392534118626932763</id><published>2008-05-29T08:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T08:20:31.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'>headcount!</title><content type='html'>when i can be bothered, i will make a tally of those girls that im currently gaming =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-4392534118626932763?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/4392534118626932763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=4392534118626932763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4392534118626932763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4392534118626932763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/05/headcount.html' title='headcount!'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-5035397672641759805</id><published>2008-05-28T19:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:34:01.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Great</title><content type='html'>So as from my previous post, i ddnt really feel good bout things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at chafford, and i rang hope, she just got up &gt;__&gt; i told her to get her ass moving else im leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ended up having to walk to sainsburies, and they met up with me. took me like an hour in total, and then we walked to hope's house. that took another half hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we met up they were talking to hope's nany, they ddnt seem intrested so i gamed her nan. +brownie points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell the journey was soo flipping boring, i genuinely was NOT entertained at all, and was just fluffing, trying to keep the conversation flowing. i would constantly toss leaves towards hope, just for fun, and i picked up stinging nettles instead. charming, now some of my fingers on my left hand is a bit numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got there, her house is well messy. we was gonna watch a film. Charming. Shrek 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted a drink, so i walked with her, i kissed her once, then we sorta went to sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were holding hands and being snuggly and whatever, i kissed her like twice during the film, and after i kissed her for like 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she and sisca (her best mate) had to go cause they were gonna watch that new indiana jones film, i asked if i could get a lift from sisca's parents, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell, her parents were RUDE as fuck, if i knew any better they were pikeys. they were soo fucking arrogant, its insane. im not even gonna bother explaining, but i DISLIKE THEM with a passion now. twat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met up with steve later, and that sorta cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with hayden afterwards as well, me and hayden just talked really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we met up with hayley and paris. it was allright until paris went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh uve met me before, when you were with sophie, but ur not with sophie anymore, she's with jon, how do you feel now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ehrm, im fine thanks." *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, proper cunt for rubbing that in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked round with hayden for a bit afterwards, then met up with kirsty marks. told her the story, and we just basically fluffed really and talked. then she was gonna drive me home, and she forgot where she parked her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we eventually got there, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh, idk. i find myself thinking bout sophie more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll fill ya in later if i speak to sophie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-5035397672641759805?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-6041329975024273864</id><published>2008-05-28T09:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T09:39:48.334+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>The weather doesnt look too pleasing. its like dark and cloudy, it looks like its gonna rain any secnond now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im meeting hope at chafford at 11. with her friend, im probably gonna fuck her to be honest, im not too keen though, for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something holding me back. i have no idea what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. im out to fuck. im just not really excited bout it. maybe its the lack of thrill with the whole thing. i mean ive only met this girl like last saturday (Its wednesday today) and she's totally in love with me &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk 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title='Today'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-6334704665218482790</id><published>2008-05-27T12:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:52:07.965+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaken, Not Stirred</title><content type='html'>Just had an insightful conversation with Sophie, she seems pretty pissed off with me and hope, i tried not rubbing it in but i cudnt resist, lol. i told her that im going round hope's tomorrow. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, someone's gonna get laid tomorrow. were still flirting atm and shiz, its actually quite intresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny how sophie's got this mindset that the MAN has to chase the WOMAN,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The WOMAN chases the GODDAMN man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the way it is now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-6334704665218482790?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/6334704665218482790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=6334704665218482790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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raining, and i ddnt really wanna go southened when its fucking raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said there'll be booze. so okay, changed my mind. dad was nice enough to give me 20 pounds as well. so fair do fair do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to the train station from my house, was quite a good walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to the train, fucking packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with them lot, claire, jing jing, kirsty moore and ellaina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around for a bit, until we found a spot near the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really gonna go into detail, but me and ellaina came back from sainsubries and there was a group that sat next to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we asked them if they were 18, they were drinking booze. we chatted them up for a bit, and this kid named james was nice enoguh to buy us booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he went, and bought us straight vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we drank like fuck. i think i drank hgalf the bottle, without chasers. the lemonade me and ellaina bought ddnt exactly do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was pissed outta my head. kirsty moore was laying down, so i kissed her on the lips, then hugged her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i kissed her, with tounge =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stopped, chatted for a bit, then kissed her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people around me disappeared,they all left me. i stayed with the people we met. they all came back. ray was nowhere to be found, ellaina said he went home, cause if he stayed he wudve punched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was texting sophie as well, majorly pissed. i kept saying  i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember much,there were some chavvy kids that was tryna get hold of kirsty. she disapeared along with claire and jing jing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ellaina was with me, and we walked to the train station. i was drunk. i knew it. but i was concious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we was on the train, i puked. twice. ellaina wasnt too pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked home, piss take, that was such a goal, just to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got a major hangover today, and its pissing me off. note to self. dont get drunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-5783984739146582934?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/5783984739146582934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=5783984739146582934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/5783984739146582934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/5783984739146582934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/05/night-not-to-remember.html' title='a night NOT to remember.'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-5336124189087754100</id><published>2008-05-24T21:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:59:35.749+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LimitBreak</title><content type='html'>i wasnt feeling too good this morning. last night i had an argument with sophie agian with jon. more on that today as well. Shithead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways got ready and stuff, got the train, and look who it is, sophie on the train as well. we talked for a bit, showed her a few magic tricks. she sat beside me but i moved in front of her to show her my tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i said to her im heading off at east tilbury, and she said she'll tag along cause she cant go with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she saw jake, so she's like "Oh dont worry, i'll go with him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. lol. walked to demi's house, and moaned about sophie for a bit. to demi+steve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, got to lakeside, went to lake, etc saw sophie+jake having fun, w/e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i was with this girl rebecca (not really my target lol) for a few hours, fluffed really and shiz, quite boring lalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw sophie sitting down with some girl on top of a hill. prolly chatting crap really. they came down, and i saw the same girl (but ddnt really recognize that she was the same girl) looking at me, so i said hello and introduced myself, gamed her a bit and i just found myself stuck with this girl, so many things in common, and im actually having fun. Her name's hope, HB 9. a few flaws, but nothing that isnt acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically gamed her, wow. me and her would be sitting down, and doran's group+steve's group etc would like stare at us and i know they're talking bout me etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few minutes, sophie comes in and says "Hopppe, you're my new best friend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hope chats to her for a few secs, while i continued my story, and sophie tried to join the conversation, and i completely ignored her and just gamed hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fucked off somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie comes towards us and says that some kid is doing magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched, ditched hope for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magicman over, was gaming hope still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sophie leaving, was gaming hope still. said to her "laters" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gamed hope like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew i was in, cause i can hold her hand, and she'd put her arm around me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we got to the lake bit, i went "oh, nice view isnt it?" and she was like "Yeah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we walked for a bit, and i just went in my head "FUCK IT", stopped her dead on her tracks, pulled her close, and i knew i was in. went in for the kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was saying something before i kissed her, and i made it fun by kissing her, then asking her "what were you saying again?" as if nothing happened =p im a bad man, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways we was walking in the pavement bit, cause she's in a rush. her mother is in view (in a car) so she stopped, and i kissed her, like a peck sorta thing, then i said goodbye, etc =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCORE MOTHERFUCKER. took me like 3 hours actually to game the fuck outta her and K close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWNED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-5336124189087754100?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/5336124189087754100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=5336124189087754100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/5336124189087754100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/5336124189087754100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/05/limitbreak.html' title='LimitBreak'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-3019055773012781117</id><published>2008-05-22T22:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:08:09.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock night</title><content type='html'>Was fucking amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, before that: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and tom got on the stanford bus,and hayley was there. as we got off she texted me saying "oh no hug then?" and i went "oh sorry i'll give you one tomorrow instead"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she went "you better do xxx".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, im actually proper leading her on lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho rock night, went round steves first, then hayden's. First played a full drum kit EVER in my life round hayden's, fucking amazinggggggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho fucked around for a bit, then me and tom started the long trek to st.cleres. as we got there we sat down for a bit as you cant enter, and jon chart was there. Wooh. hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, sophie outen was near the window but, Hurrah again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, ignored that, got in, and she was at the back bit. steve said hi to her and as he came back, he said that sophie said hi. so i came over and said hi and stuff. and she gave me half a hug. lol Fluffed a bit etc, then walked off. i ended the conversation. im fooking alpha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, we sat down to the left side, and christine+dalton was there as well. sot here's quite a few of us lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rock night was good, there was loadsa good kids playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interval  came round, and we were outside, there was a lot of people, and i could see sophie trying to find jon. she's mega flirting with him, Lmao. anyways, interval over and i was walking back when i saw sophie, so i bumped to her with my hip, and she wanted to bump me back, i sort of avoided her lol. anyways we got back in and we moved to the back bit. me and steve slow danced to some of the songs, fucking quality, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they asked us to go up front. we lot raved and shiz, me+steve+tom headbanged LOL. then me and cody sorta did a ballroom dance thing hahaha! i fucking wish sophie was watching lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho Cody sang Naive, and i just went Mental, ive never had so much goosebumps in my life. then tom whispered: "this is such a kick in the face to sophie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised about naive's lyrics. wow. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, me and some peeps would rave, and i saw how jon chart just walked past sophie, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways me and steve slowdanced, w/e. and stuff. lol was semi-gaming the three cute girls there, but ddnt wanna appear to be a paedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, we got asked to go up front, so we jsut basically raved and shiz, and i noticed that sophie was there, so im like "oh hello!" and she completely took my spot. so i pushed her off and said "hey i ddnt say take my spot!" LOl she wasnt quite pleased and i would just dance around raving while she sorta just stood there. i found it quite odd that she wasnt with jon. o_O jon was like a few spaces to my right, and she was to my left. lol. considering they came up front together, i was thinking they wouldve danced together? lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, yeah were raving and stuff, and i would constantly say something sexual towards the singers, etc. it was quite allright, like at the end sophie was like talking to me bout how she's gonna get credit, etc but like i sorta just blanked her off. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, fun's over and whatnot and were at the hall bit. she's standing there with a confused face, so i walked over to her and she's like "my phone isnt working". so i offered my phone and she's like "No cause my mum knows your number"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's such a mug. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho they walk off into the moonlight together, him and jon. Fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she then texted me later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hope you had lots of fun dearest! X nite!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i replied with "i did, Ty x "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all know that she's trying soo fucking hard to make me jealous, and i think its pissing her off that it doesnt have any affect at all XD i mean YES it does, but if i dont show it, it wont do me any harm hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like right now im not that pissed off even though ive seen them hug and be all over each other etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im fine. i still like her, but if she wants me, she'd have to work her fucking ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're doing good sinful, just keep it up. step the fuck back, and RELAX. let her do the work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-3019055773012781117?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/3019055773012781117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=3019055773012781117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/3019055773012781117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/3019055773012781117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/05/rock-night.html' title='Rock night'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-4621483310528742049</id><published>2008-05-21T21:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:38:32.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>oh forgot to mention?</title><content type='html'>Two days ago, i went town. the basic story is that i sat down in the bus, these school girls straight from school just came on the bus, 3 of them. 2 sat in front of me, one behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout the bus journey the 2 girls would ask the single girl to sit next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three times they did it. on the third time i gave them the "its okay, im not diseased!" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i got off the bus, and as i got off, these three girls practically banged on the window just to wave to me, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the same thing happened yesterday, though i gave them a smirk instead as they got on the bus. and as i got off i knew they stared at me, but i pretended not to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im basically pulling girls left and right, im busy with hayley, kirsty moore, and other shitlot of girls really, i cannot manage them all to be quite fucking honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRISTY as well, fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, Sophie outen, ahh that dear girl. i talked to her again today, wow. im actually not pissed off anymore,a nd at the end of the day, it'll always be her loss that she's not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, RELAX. Step back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for hayley, well im sorta like.. just playing her now, lol. like i cant bear to stand it when people see us together. ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like, i dont know, i just dont want her round, like it wudve been allright if she was funny, but she really isnt. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-4621483310528742049?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/4621483310528742049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=4621483310528742049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4621483310528742049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4621483310528742049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-forgot-to-mention.html' title='oh forgot to mention?'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-4503002592474752330</id><published>2008-05-20T22:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:48:49.821+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayley Rogers</title><content type='html'>Wow. how easy can this get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i was gonna ask her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally fucked her over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said something like "well i was gonna ask you out, but you're not over alex.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just basically left it there. asked her best mate what she thought etc. she seemed quite esctatic lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, she texted me saying that she felt the same way towards me, bit of fluff here and there, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Held her hand, w/e. walked her to lesson. pretended to brag about her towards my mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple, Simple. i would constantly walk away from her like she's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like today in business, i walked in the computer room, ignored her even though she was staring at me, etc. talked to the teacher, acknowledge that her best mate was there, but ddnt really talk to her. then i walked off. and as i walked round the corner i could see her hesitating to run up and talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, lost your chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Exhilerating. Seriously. Knowing that someone out there fucking loves you, and you dont even give a rat's ass about them, its INSANE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinful, you're the man. LOL pulled in like what, half a day? she's totally in love hahahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-4503002592474752330?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/4503002592474752330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=4503002592474752330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4503002592474752330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4503002592474752330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/05/hayley-rogers.html' title='Hayley Rogers'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-7272436163130288524</id><published>2008-05-15T19:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:34:30.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Lawes</title><content type='html'>Is the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.theattractionforums.com/forum/showthread.php?t=54931&amp;highlight=girlfriend&amp;page=3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.theattractionforums.com/forum/showthread.php?t=60233&amp;highlight=girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are two pages that explain how i shouldve done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember how Hilary Clinton reacted to finding out that Bill Clinton had an affair? She remained so calm and composed. She became so inspiring to women and men alike. She played the politics so damn geniously. Her frame was so fucking strong during this time that the entire United States considered her the ideal role model for wifes and families. What could have been a disaster for her frame, got turned into a HUGE DHV. She manipulated his mistake to be advantagous to her frame. fucking amazing.. I'll never forget how she handled it. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word: DHV. By showing that i dont care, i am being more attractive =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logical, huh? the answer was right in my damn face. i hope its not too late to reframe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-7272436163130288524?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/7272436163130288524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=7272436163130288524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7272436163130288524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7272436163130288524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/05/steve-lawes.html' title='Steve Lawes'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-7190171427283336797</id><published>2008-05-14T15:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:02:23.731+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasonable.</title><content type='html'>Today has actually been quite odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a 5 minute "Sophie" moment earlier before i went to take a shower, kinda hard to ignore tbh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, yeah got dressed etc and whatnot. got to college, w/e. started the day allright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break time came, i felt alpha, but not as alpha as ive been before. im trying to hold eye contact with girls more often now, and smile while im at it. quite entertaining actually, these cute girls would just stare at me, and i'd stare at them back, i would break the ice by poking my tongue out or waving to them, or smiling. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like as i was sitting on the bus ride home, these year 10/11 kids got on, there were 3 of them, and 2 of them sat in front of me and one of them sat behind me. those in fornt of me kept forcing that other girl to sit on the other end of the aisle, across them. she wouldnt. they moved to the seat across mine, and they're now forcing her to sit next to me, i gave them the "oh, am i sort of diseased?" look +Smirk. i wanted to be CnF, but i ddnt really have time so i ddnt bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off the bus, and the two girls Hysterically tapped on the glass for my attention, i waved slightly to acknowledge them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, feels good to be able to pull =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: im trying to work well in psychology and on my games for my xbox 360, i got Devil may cry 4 today and Dark Sector =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still ignoring sophie. Slut. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-7190171427283336797?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/7190171427283336797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=7190171427283336797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7190171427283336797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/7190171427283336797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/05/reasonable.html' title='Reasonable.'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671314023429276514.post-4219732338751732787</id><published>2008-05-12T17:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:33:02.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit.</title><content type='html'>Today was crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suuureee i had the bragging rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got on kirsty marks yesterday, t'was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, metaphorically, if you get a girl's number, that's like 20 Points to your Ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you get on her, that's like 100 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about the bonuses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been going out with her boyfriend for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+500 points. i Forced her to cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not done yet, she's cheated on him THREE TIMES with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+2000 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2,620 ego points rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im still not over that god forsakened BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is not on my side, even though i need it badly. I dislike not being able to have control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard Sarging today, two cold approaches, Two fails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time isnt on my side at all, but i believe in time, hopefully it wont screw me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided not to talk to sophie ever again. if she talks to me, i'll talk but i'll be a dickhead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671314023429276514-4219732338751732787?l=sinful07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/feeds/4219732338751732787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671314023429276514&amp;postID=4219732338751732787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4219732338751732787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671314023429276514/posts/default/4219732338751732787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinful07.blogspot.com/2008/05/shit.html' title='Shit.'/><author><name>Sinful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03236093139963196340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
