Still looking at the three sides of the bill. . .
The leech bastard (one of my bestfriends) has finally moved out of our town and set out in a faraway city to live there and work, he got my jacket though (I got him drunk hours before his flight, I got drunk too so I forgot to take away the jacket from him before he left the party) and he didn’t manage to pay his debts to me. Demmit! It’s good that he’s gone sooner, at least now he’ll be making money and not bum around - in my house. I stopped jogging for a day too because I got caught up in a party (and my legs were tired too for jogging at least 24 kilometers the day before). 2 parties in one day, from someone who’s not really into socializing, I guess i’ve done a pretty good job. One is one of my bestfriend’s Despidida Party as well as his grandfather’s 94th birthday. I tried to get a hold of my other bestfriend to go with me to the party but I found out that his stay in some big-ass white sand beach resort was extended, and some people in their house actually told me that he might live there. The other was an online community party, where most of all who attended are left out. When I meant left out, I meant like one of the guys who attended - his wife left him for a lezbo abroad. One attendee actually cried hard because of how her boyfriend treats her (and she did this with most of the people present in the party - enjoying it and then she just broke up right then and there, talk about ruining the mood), she thinks that he left her. So you can imagine that most of the conversations in the party were about relationships, broken relationships that is - how it came to be and how to deal with it. It was also fun though as there were playas as well (men and women) who also shared their stories - how they played and left their victims. These parties were all free for me, all I had to do was wait for the food, drinks and booze, get myself drunk, listen to music, chill out with the other attendees and sleep.
The first party lasted only a few hours, the second one lasted 2 days. The attendee that cried hard was actually a friend of mine and I just don’t have the heart to tell her that her boyfriend is actually playing her (shame, we have the same name), and as much as I want to tell her, I figured that we’re not that close for me to meddle with her affairs. And besides, my source is unreliable, that leech bastard bestfriend of mine - he’s a cousin of her boyfriend and whenever we always talk about her (the attendee), he talks about how his cousin is a big playboy (and he’s so proud about it) and even how good that attendee is in bed (and that his cousin allegedly showed him a sex video of him and that attendee get it on). At least our friends made her realize that its not good (she said stupid) to love someone who does not love her back. But I think she still loves him very much, she’s the one carrying the whole relationship and that other idiot reasons shit always (and that attendee has her ears and eyes closed whenever he reasons with her). I’d feel good for her if she gets out of their relationship. When you’re in-love though, you’re being an idiot so I can’t blame her for that since i’ve actually gone thru the same phase. This is from someone who broke up with “I’m sorry i’m breaking up with you. I love you.” thru Yahoo Messenger’s SMS service to attempt his pathetic 2nd break-up with his ex (who he told he’d never break up with). Damn, I need good closure myself. Scrambled post, ADHD remember?
I could’ve really really enjoyed both parties if I came prepared and actually had a bath and carried clothes but I didn’t. I feel bad for the girls, all of them got molested by the other members (physically molested, they were naughty but nice bastards), boy-girl ratio in the second party is 3:1, girls were outnumbered. I’m not one of the molesters but I am slightly involved since I took the liberty of taking naughty pictures of the boys molesting the girls for fun and I just grinned there while taking pictures not stopping any of them (since all of them are my friends anyway, everyone in the party are actually my friends). I remembered the girl who got sandwiched by two naughty guys. She’s also the one that didn’t have a good and long sleep since one of the drunk guys actually chased her, wherever she lied in the room to get some sleep, he’d follow her, hug her and sing her songs. Everyone had fun though, I think. Even me.