To Everyone:
Getting out from the addictive bum life seemed hard. I ask forgiveness from those who have been directly (hmm...) or indirectly "affected" by my less than usual net presence, therefore failing to update/validate my existence. In the process of uplifting my life from being a bum to a fully functional human being, I have applied for a dead-end job. Contract signing / doomsday is this afternoon. For those who still remember dear old me, or those who want to rescue me from employment, you are welcome to text me now @ 09159693896 (yes, now i'm shameless to admit to social retardation). Or for those with landlines, pls text me first. I'll call you myself.
For future self-reference (do not read as next paragraph is only for me to read someday)
Do you want someone to tell you the truth and be willing to cover for them with a lie?
Or do you want that someone to keep pretending with you then soon discover that it was a lie?
Getting a girl pregnant is something. People who you don't know if they are pretending to have had it who bug you if they got someone pregnant for about 109 times is yet another story. I have inquired every conceivable resource I could.
