Internet or Girls, which is more important?

With the ladies, you have to sacrifice the internet. Likewise,
With the internet, you have to sacrifice the ladies.

Let's say, you are in such a situation to choose one among the two. Which would you pick?

A gorgeous lady just approached me a minute ago seeking directions to the nearest computer printer. As I was in a hurry (to get to my room so that I can get online), I didn't bother to talk to her much, eventhough this is such a rare case of oppurtunity when such a lady showed some real interest (likewise).

This is the result of Internet Addiction. A decease I've been trying to fight ever since... I don't know. But it certainly is getting towards the lethal level, i.e. I could Die! It's much stronger than tobacco addiction, or maybe coffee. It might even be the same level as lethal drug addictions.

Now, diagnosis would include: a condition in which my attention shall be allocated towards a wider scope of generality and thus allowing me to come out clean. Situation such as above should help but apparently, the lady failed to lure me away from my computer. How sad is that?

A beautiful lady who had a wonderful friendly smile, failed to stop me at that. We could have stood there and talked more about stuff, possibly get her number. I could've given much more help than I had given, such as an escort to the nearest computer printer and step by step instructions on how to print.

Man.

Mardi Gras

I know everyone's been waiting for me to post pictures about Mardi Gras, more commonly known as the Manchester Pride Festival. So here it is, I didn't take all of these photos mainly because you can find much better photo quality on the internet. Copyright, of course goes to the pictures takers.

The more "beautiful" photos are posted here, but the undesirable pictures shall be posted in hyperlinks (which opens in a new window). I don't want disgusting photos displayed on my blog, neither does anybody wants to see them either without getting prepared, so don't argue.

Bloody tight security and look at the bloody crowd. You should look at the long queue I have to line up for just to get the tickets.

Side view of the canal street.

They even had fun park.

Doesn't she have a beautiful smile? Ahem... him! Wonder how they cover it up.

I'm a Knight without undies.

Lovely ladies! Or are they actually men?

Really, look closely!

I visited the lesbian bar. Crowded and not so attractive. But the drinks were so cheap.

Night bar whoring!

Costume dreeups! Hello Police women!

Colourful designs! But this is... SPANK!!!

Boys and girls! All aboard! Hee hee!

I've got lots more on my mobile, but I think I'll stop for now. Since BD's wonderful WYSIWYG imaging posting and linking system keeps having javascript errors. Not sure why but it's taking a long time to saving and uploading and posting.

I'll be sure to use plain HTML the next time I post an entry, which apparently is much easier for me with all the copy and paste. Hehehe.

On another story, I just insulted a Greek guy today, indirectly with no hinting at work. I shouldn't but I'm pretty proud of myself. You know how greeks are like and all the pride thingy they have, so it basically made my day. Can you believe it, I made a Greek feel guilty who left the the party we were having with a few mates! In fact, all the mates cheered me. No words, no looks. It's just wonderful how I made it.