Cunning Baboy

Here’s the taste of my weekend, a balance combi of work, booze and adrenalin rush… amidst some scratches (again) it was pretty awesome.

Warning: This is not a RANT post and for PG. I need to work for the family; I have to go home since wifey’s waiting; got to attend the barkada event as they will be waiting for me or they might talk of me when I’m not around, I have to report early because of meetings, I may be needed early in the office. And…. I have to learn new tricks to satisfy wifey. Admit it or not, more than ourselves, most of the time we live for others. Though they form essential part of our being but, still, most of what we do is for others. What if they’re not there by the time we need them? The BASS is in isolation for more than three weeks now as Tin’s big event is fast approaching and I need it. Badly or else it may burst the h*ll out of me. Amidst control and several attempt to focus attention and thoughts, I can’t negate the need, I just can’t. Rather than channeling the undeniable energy into other forms which causes us to sin I’d rather resort to self gratification. Something that is so familiar si...