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After a harrowing experience last year to get Hutch into the cage for us to arrange for his vaccination, Mom decided that she wanted another go at it this year.

And with that came bites, scratches and of course, defecating.

Fuck Corey Hart, i’m surrendering.

Housecall vets in future.

I am probably one of the worse ever type of girlfriends that a guy can have. For starters, it was Old boy’s birthday last Saturday and I didn’t plan anything or got him anything.

I know he ever told me that I should take him for granted but on his birthday? Even I felt really bad about it.

In fact, even getting the cake was after a discussion that he brought up. To make matters slightly depressing, my period chose to drop by and he couldn’t have a birthday fuck.

And he developed a headache due to the weather extremities and jealousy ate him up when one of the eligible bachelors called to ask me out for drinks that night.

Sigh, talk about a recipe for disaster.

But he is still the sweetest despite it all.

We went out for a really late night walk on Sunday evening, watched a classic movie after that and cuddled off to bed close to 3am in the morning.

With such a loving and understanding boyfriend (well, till June that is), what more can I ask for?

Perhaps, the answer really is more time.

Taken from http://www.myman.se

It’s been too long since i last stepped foot onto this place. If i dare say, it’s been about a year.

The people are the same, the music never stops, the life doesn’t die out. Perhaps the next best routine to working, that can be offered on a Thursday and probably, a Saturday night too.

It was good catching up with old buddies like Aberwyn whose only comments that i remember were, “your hair smells nice”, and “you put on weight”, and tigerkiller, that rambunctious blogger, who pointed us out to the new grasshoppers despite our desire to remain anonymous.

Anyhow, we got free drinks as a result so who cares?

Have you ever wondered why pornography is pronounced “per-nog-ruh-fee” yet the shortened form of porn is pronounced as “pon” and not “per”?

Hmm.

It results in stupid questions.

I’ve not gotten approval to blog about it publicly yet and since I am always anonymous, the faces must be inked.

Of course, up to now, short of sounding like a bimbo too, I don’t really know what the business proposal is about but I like the position I have been given. And in all honesty, I do need this position as a launch pad before I decide if I want to take up Senior’s offer as CFO of his group of companies in two years’ time.

They are still working out the compensation package for me but it’s only going to be a sideline business till it takes off successfully, which means, that yes, I will still be holding onto my full time job and the concurrent part time.

(I have got very little faith in joint venture companies, especially ones that involve mass markets but we’ll see how it goes.)

The irony of it all is that it just so happens that there is an influx of bloggers who have decided to be their own bosses around the same time as well i.e. Xtralicious, Chuwen, and well, one other blogger whose name I cannot disclose at the moment.

Guess after a while, we kinda want to move things our way yeah?

Can we go back to the days
Our love was strong.
Can you tell me how
A perfect love goes wrong.
Can somebody tell me
How to get things back,
The way they used to be.
Oh God, give me the reason,
I’m down on bended knee.

I had a talk with a close friend of mine given the recent developments.

As logical as we understand, there are only two ways about it. It’s either I win him back or I move on and I know that I have nothing with me to win him back.

If there’s one thing I learnt from a poker game, it is knowing when to cut your losses.

My only wish is for him to remain happy even after I’m gone. In the 17 months that we have been together, he knows that I have tried to keep him happy and I don’t want to see him miserable after June. He’s seen the best of me and I have learnt, through him, how to live with another person, learnt to love him even when I am upset and angry with him, learnt to tolerate and manage conflict, learnt virtually anything that is possible from learning through cohabitation.

Honestly, I don’t think we’ll be able to let go fully but I have moved on from being depressed to being melancholic.

He’s made the decision and I can only respect it. At the end of the day, how I feel is immaterial to the equation anymore.