Where's The Lube When You Need It?

I got four GMail invites again. You all know the process already so I'm not going to write again how you can get an invite from me. So last night, I chilled out with Ramel at Paseo. I asked him to go there. So we just went around looking for something to do. While we were just staying at Caltex, looking at passers by, we saw his sister, Ate Esther. She's cool, I wish I could have her as my sister. Hehe! So we went back to Paseo to eat, again (but I passed on it). Then we saw Fred. So we ate and talked. Oh yeah, she said that she saw Angel. According to her, she says Angel's alright. A simple girl, just what I wanted. Hahahaha! Going back to the dinner, we finished it then paid for it. Just when we were about to leave there was a fucking chick fight! It really made my day completer. Nothing beats chick fights but it sure could be more fun if they were greased. <big grin> Fred and Ramel rushed to stop the commotion becuase they know the girl that was being attacked while the security guards just watched in awe. We were planning for the birthday celebration of Ramel and Ian. I'm offering my place but it has to be late and not too much people so there's not much to clean up. Or, we could just have it at Eric's place if we were allowed. So last night I got back just past midnight, my insomnia struck again so I was up until 4 AM. I played with my bass for an hour then played this puzzle game that I downloaded. I got up just right at 9.30, I turned on the radio and Sanya was on. I missed a lot last Sunday. You have to read her post. Haha! I got talk to Fred about the mysterious 30 minute call to Netherlands. He said it wasn't him. So nobody's admitting it. It's probably one of the following, a) nobody wants to admit they were desperate to surf for porn even if it would cost a lot or; b) it was an error in the billing system or; c) somebody hacked on my laptop, which is almost impossible, then installed spyware then have a macro connect the dialer. Well, whoever it was will get their karma. Let the Indian superstition come in! <poof>

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