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// The Master

 

The good news from yesterday was that I signed up for a new work agency. A work agency that supposedly pay extra money in the weekends instead of making things up to avoid doing so. The bad thing was that it was in hospitality and seriously who in their right mind wants to do those jobs for real? Still money runs the world and hopefully they will provide me with a lot of wellpaid weekend shifts carrying plates or whatever..:)

 

Anyway I also received a slightly unwelcome phone call from a recruitment company in office jobs. to summarise the message was. "HI I am just calling to tell you that I understand that you are frustrated that we don't have any jobs for you, but please keep in contact with us in the future"  which seemed a bit unnecessary to call me about. The fact that she somehow managed to stretch this call to five minutes length made me somehow uncomfortable as I could not see any reason why she called in the first place. It's one thing if I called her and received this massive clicheed message, but a completely different thing if someone calls me with the sole purpose of delivering it. 

 

On the exercise front I also had some good news as I beat my personal record on a 10k run. I timed in at 48 minutes running on a treadmill. This was not as big deal though as the reason for this being a personal best is that I never do long distance running otherwise. I don't see the point in doing it as it's tedious, boring and outstretched like a bad day of working. From a challenge point of view I might as well run a 3 km or 5 km run at higher pace and finish off as tired but without the hassle of doing it for 50 minutes. Then again some people enjoy long distance running so it's all to one's own I guess.

 

After my encounter with the embarrasingly obese blob the other day I realized that I might as well kill off the 3 kilos of overweight I have myself. Not that it's a big deal really as I my body is pretty muscular so I don't look fat with 3 kilos overweight but then again there is no reason why I should not go below 90 kilos so I might as well do it. It's also a lot easier to kill of 3 kilos straight in a month or so than accumulating 30 kilos of disgusting fat first and then fail at doing it. I can't see the motivation to why anyone would do that to him/herself being obese is absolutely disgusting and easy to avoid really! 

 

//The Master

This morning I got a great idea for a metaphorical Middle Eastern peace initiative. The background was that I had managed to acquire the phone numbers to an American woman and a Taliban woman. In my envisionment of this idea I would bang them both and thus work as the metaphorical bridge that unites people. Obviously that plan failed!

 

I don't know about dating culture in the USA but I am pretty sure it's common sense to not wear sun glasses on a date. After all a date is about CREATING connection between two persons on various levels so they find it appropriate to mate. Sometimes this is not possible due to various reasons which is fine.

A pair of sun glasses has two main uses blocking sun and BLOCKING eye contact which is an integral part of creating a connection. So basically I went on a date with someone whose perception of a good date is to block an essential part of creating a connection. Megafail!

 

I still have the number to the Taliban though so I can still work on a separate peace treaty between Sweden and Taliban country. Obviously she is not a Taliban in the true sense as it would be mission impossible to get laid with a weiled woman who does not have sex before marriage, does not drink alcohol and are accompanied at all times by two angry taliban warriors. So basically this one is just a normal woman who happen to be of Middle Eastern race. This would give a sex probability around 20 % following my long term dating average.

 

Believe it or not but I managed to have another horrible date today. It was basically a pretty ugly woman who has tried catching up with me for a while. Now she actually had put in some effort and have got free tickets to a televised show called Wednesday Night Fever. As it felt morally wrong seeing a woman with no intention whatsover of banging her, I made up the following scenario where she would get me.

If She says "I know  I am pretty ugly, but I have bought cocaine, viagra, booze for tonight, wanna come by my place and get in on?" Then I would definitely bang her. 

Since I know that was highly unlikely to happen I felt pretty safe. But then she appeared in front of me... And if I knew in advance that her face was not mint quality I could never have imagined that she was walrus obese. This made me feel a feeling I don't feel very often, I felt embarrased. And the 40 minutes or so of conversation before the show was really awkward as I don't like associating in any way with walrus fat women!

 

Once the show started however it was cool as she could be anyone that happened to sit next to me in the crowd and I felt no more guilt by association. As for the show it was alright. Some pretty funny scetches and also a fun experience to see how a television show is made before the editing. 

 

//The Master

Since the week that passed was pretty miserable let's sum it up quickly:

 

Monday: 

cons:

Lost my wallet

Got rejected by last week's hookup

pros:

Got my wallet back from the police so the only loss was the SEK 400 I had to pay for a new bank card since I cancelled my old one.

 

Wednesday:

Cons: Got rejected by the jobs I interview for on the Tuesday

 

Friday: 

Pros: Got great grades in school this term 97%, 98 % 100 % respectively.

Cons: The only way to get this grades with extremely limited effort is if the school is designed for retards.

 

Saturday & Sunday Cons: Constant rain made my soccer games cancelled.

 

Other events this week:

• I worked at the Stadium chilling out and witnessing a parody of an AFL game due to the heavy rain.
• I went on a date.: The good thing about her was that she had good interests (sports and games) and she did not spend half the date talking about astrology or trying to figure out how much money I am making. The bad thing about her was her teeth that was horrible. In a sense that would make us a good match she:horrible teeth me:horrible income, so we'll see how that ends. I would definitely not mind getting to know her on a deeper personal level, which is kind of prerequisite. 
• I reached word 45,000 on my novel 35,000 to go.
• I watched World War Z. Nothing special but not bad either. Definitely not worth the money they spent making it. While on the World War Z topic: Brad Pitt should really get a new hair cut.The long hair made him look like a hunk when he was younger, now it makes him look like a homeless alcoholic. 

 

//  The Master

This week had a special theme when it came to dating. Both dates were doctors, not medical ones but PH.D . The outcome of these dates were quite different though.

 

The first one was quite ugly. Not wolf ugly, but still unattractive enough to trigger the emotion "no no no" when I first saw her. When the initial reaction is "no no no" one has two options:

• Try holding a conversation for a while anyway, in theory this can still be interesting but in reality it never will since the basis of a date is to find out whether there is room for sexual activities soon or in the future. This applies to 98 % of the population as even people who would never have a one night stand and are only looking for a long term relationship still plan to have sexual activities at some stage.
• Be upright and tell the date straight away: "Sorry but you are too ugly, so let's save ourself this awkward and pointless hour of torture."

The highlight of my day was that I reached 35000 words and my novel The Shadows of Death is at it's halfway point wordwise.  I had planned it to be like a hundred pages in total so following my initial plan I would be almost done since I am at page 82 now. But then I got informed that a novel should have at least 70000 words and preferably 80000 so there is no point in doing something if it's not done properly. It's a bummer but I have chosen to solve this problem by making the story less linear and chose to develop more characters than my initial plan. According to my mum who has read the first 75 pages the story is really good and she has a very difficult time figuring who the killer is and that is a good thing for a crime story.

 

When it comes to writing I just thought about the fact that I have not written any poetry for a very long time. Writing poetry is maybe not my specialty but it can still be an inspiring and semi complex pastime when one has someone special to write to. Since I don't but I still feel the need to show some of my readers who has never read my poems my abilities please see below the latest two poems I wrote approxiamately one and half years ago. Enjoy!

 

Melanie

The only girl there can be
the only girl that I can see
the awesome Magic Melanie.

 

I love the touch of your soft skin
which gives life to feelings deep within
a life full of joy and free of sin.

 

Your eyes shining in the morning light,
Is earth’s most beautiful sight
to see them again I’ll do all in my might.

 

Without you, it’s hard to sleep
Fear of losing you makes me weep
Alone the stairs seem so steep

 

My destiny was hanging in the balance,
All reduced to a game of chance
with all my strength I took a stance

 

Hopefully you’ll listen to your inner voice
and then make up your hearts choice
Unaffected by ambient noise

 

It might end up at a beach
standing together within arm’s reach
giving our lives speech.

 

Remembering You

Remembering when we kiss.

It’s a timeless moment filled with bliss

A sensation that I dearly miss.

 

When I am seeing you smile
I am motivated to go the extra mile
Standing up against anything that is wile

 

When I am holding your hand,
I am transported to a foreign land
Where nothing is dull and bland.

 

Remembering us having fun
And all I want to do is to run
To be with you yet again hun.

 

The soft touch of your lips,
And the movement of your hips
Girl what I’d love to take some sips.

 

Intelligence, humor and wits
A great body, A lovely smile and tits
Lucky is anyone, who next to you sits.

 

So baby cure my from my dark plight,
By handing me the rope of light,
Pulling me to a future so bright.

 

//The Master

Even though I have had a relatively good momentum all throughout the weekend I still woke up bitter this morning. I think this negative mind set was helped by the fact that my cell phone by mistake woke me up at 7 am which is okay when working but not very okay while not working.

 

It did not improve upon realisation that the teacher had appearently realised the obvious that the courses of the school are made so retards could pass them without any form of effort. But instead of making the course challenging i.e. one have to think and use actual brainpower they just made it drawn out as hell but still very simple. This of course resembles work a lot, but at work you get paid while at school you don't. So what was the task you ask? Well to put together a 35 day long day to day itinerary for a 12 stop round the world trip complete with flights, visa requirements and at least 3 attractions in every city with some kind of motivation.  The problem is that most cities have the same choice of top ten attractions: A few monuments, a few palaces, a few art museums and a few consert places. I.E. most cities are more or less identical. So basically one is copy pasting every city but changing the names of the attractions. How boring is that? 

 

Oh well after 15 dreadful pages and reaching halfways I postponed this dreadful work for something else to play my part as Doctor Lundqvist free of charge relationship expert/psychologist. A woman in Sweden that I occasionally whine about my life to whined about her life where the problem was that she had a very strong biological bond to a guy she met on a holiday (i.e. she wanted to fuck him) but she had not fucked him as her logical morals said he was a bad boy and that she should stay away from that category. 

 

Biologically every woman is attracted to the bad boy as this kind of character resembles and behaves like the chief tan of the tribe back when humans were primates. Problem is most women are smart enough to realize that a relationship with the bad boy while end up with physical and emotional abuse. But I mean if one is willing to trade an occasional black eye for good sex, sure let them but I can't stand the concept of women who try dating convicted violence criminals then whinging about getting a beating. That's pure bullshit and they get what they deserve.

 

Feeling lazy and realising that movie ticket are half price for students I went to cinema instead of the gym this evening. Watching The Great Gatsby which technically is a very good movie but it falls from the classic flaw of making a very simple issue very complex. Which makes the entire movie boring and dreadfully long. To summarise the plot Leo is in love with a woman for five years but she does not want him since he dirt poor. So  he goes away and starts a booze smuggling empire. 5 years later he is really rich and the woman of his dreams have married another rich guy who is a lot uglier than Leo and has also has the strange habbit of fucking other women that is uglier than his wife.  The easy thing for Leo would be: 

• Go to the woman and tell her that you are rich now and you want her. Since she married the other guy for the money only she would probably do the shift as her husband is constantly cheating anyway.

 

After a few bitter weeks a few good things have happened lately and I feel my momentum might be heading the right way again.

 

On the Friday I was working and it was really relaxed as the boss basically told us to take it really slow as there was not much to do but he still wanted us to stick around in case he wanted something done later. That's the spirit so  basically I was sitting in the warehouse of the furniture store chatting with my Scotish colleague.He had a horrible accent that was almost incomprehensible but as long as I get paid I don't mind chatting anyway. Then I can't get why some Scots and Irishmen can't speak proper English, after all it has been the mother language for more than 500 years, that's a lot of time for adaptation I reckon!

 

The Saturday shift was at the football stadium and that is the only hospitality job I have ever liked. I mean what in the concept of serving drinks to 20 people in a VIP lounge and watching a game of sport is there not to like. It's almost like watching a game with your friends except they are not your friends and you don't get to drink. On the other hand you would not get to see the game for free and get paid $26 an hour if you saw it with your friend so still a good payoff.

 

Today was an historic event by the way when my team actually managed to win a game. 2 minutes of brilliance was enough to outshine 88 minutes of mediocricity and we won 2 to 1. Good thing today was that no-one was really bad. No-one was really good either but obviously the guy who scored the goals, Tim, got my vote for the man of the match. 

 

As for myself I was alright. The ball was my enemy most of the game but I refer that to the absolutely woeful pitch. At two instances the ball was not my enemy and that was when I assisted the two goals. :)

 

// The Master

Today I met up with a woman whose number I received during my crazy boozing and hunting session last friday. I cannot say that I had the highest of expecations, but I was at the gym and she basically lived next to my gym so it was not all lot of hassle to check her out. 

 

Anywas we met up and she actually looked better than I thought she would. That was the positive part.

 

The negative part was the apparent lack of personal chemistry. The language barrier (she was Japanese) did not help but I am quite sure the lack of chemistry was on a more fundamental level. Oh anyway I was surprised after 45 minutes when it started raining and she asked if I was hungry or I wanted to come by her flat and watch a movie. I actually was hungry but choose the movie option anyway as the

 

"Do you wanna come by my flat and watch a movie" should be a recognized code word for having sex. Apparently it was not in this case and instead I sat hungry for two hours on an incomfortable kitchen chair, watching a movie on a 7 inch screen. Still it could have been a lot worse. I spent no money and I had no expectations so I felt no disappointment. 

 

Better luck next time I guess.

 

//The Master

For some bizarre reason todays game started at 9am. From what I saw today this seem to have motivated several player to go to the game straight from the pub. This was by far the worst game I have played in my entire life. sure I have lost games large before so it's not the biggest loss even though 0-8 is humiliating and embarassing. But the way we lost!

 

First of all let's state straight that our opponents was not good. But our players and especially our wing backs were the worst ever. Let's illustrate. If you don't know what to do with the ball what do you do?

• Hit it long and high towards the corner flag and let the wingers run on it?
• Hit a weak pass into the field without even looking giving the ball away in a dangerous position?

Between my last blog entry and Friday night life was pretty dull and bland. It was not made better by the fact that I started a new course in school led by no-one less than Queen Elizabeth. Obviously not the real Queen but similar accent and annoyance factor. Another annoying fact was that I was called to a model casting but did not get the job.  

 

 

This was by no means a disaster as I know I am looking good but not THAT good. It is still a shame though as most people are status whores and a lot of people would prefer the prospect of dating a Swedish model, than a Swedish waiter. 

 

 

Oh well let's fast forward to the crazy night out. Danni the Dane was leaving Sydney for Cairns with the morning flight and considered it to be a good idea to booze the night away so after finishing a waiter shift at a place that does not expect staff to fake smile but simply to carry plates or perform whatever tasks there is at hand. (Which is great by the way, who in their right mind would actually be happy working as a waiter? Boring and close to minimum wage not exactly inspiring. Luckily the minimum wage in Australia is $19 an hour and waiting position pays $21, so life could still be a lot worse i.e. working in a Bangladesh Sweatshop) 

 

 

Anyway we met up at Hyde Park where Danni and his friends where performing the masochistic procedure of drinking the content of a box of wine. Following the wise words of a former university mate "To be at a pub sober is as inappropriate as it is being at work drunk" I joined in on this exercise, which as it turned out was not the only exercise i joined in on last night. After the tastebud punishing assignment of finishing the box, Danni’s French friend convinced us of how great a certain place in King's Cross was. What he failed to mention was that they were charging a staggering $25 entry fee and that the place was actually fucking lame!

 

 

After a short while at the expensive and lame place also known as Trademark Hotel; fate made us leave. Or actually it was the lame Frenchman that made us leave since he somehow angered the security guard and got himself kicked out. Since the place was lame the rest of us followed.  By the drunken logic "We visited a lame place in Kings Cross, ergo Kings Cross must be a lame location" we started walking towards the city. 

 

 

While walking I got in "send an overly extensive and emotional text message" mode. This is an occasional habit I have when getting drunk with very limited usefulness as women don't tend to become more positively minded just because they get a massive text message spanning over eight text messages in the middle of the night. It still makes more sense to me to get drunk and whine to the source of the problem than paying $150 to whine to a charlatan with a degree in psychology

 

 

When reaching message 5 of this extensive and as it turned out unanswered text, I was interrupted. Apparently my crew had somehow managed to anger a large group of angry teenage punks. Fortunately after some of the usual name calling and what are you looking at clichés the battle never took place. This was good from both an arithmetical and motivational view. From an arithmetical view it was good that the battle was cancelled as they outnumbered us 3 to 1. From a motivational point of view it was also good, as I had no motivation whatsoever for a battle neither at the moment nor in the long run. 15 minutes later fuelled by beer muscles Danni’s French friend and Japanese friend considered it to be a good idea to find the angry mob of 14 years old that had mucked us earlier.  This was an extremely bad idea so I and Danni went to the Star Bar to play some pool instead.

 

 

After being smashed in pool for a few rounds I went to the toilet. There I came across a couple trying to get it on, not in a booth but in the open. Like a porno movie! :D  Unlike a porno movie the guy could not get it up which is not exactly unexpected from someone drunk enough getting the idea to get it on in the open. Oh anyway after a long piss I got inspired. I walked to woman pulled down her panties and gave her a lick with my razor tongue. Strangely enough none of them got offended which was also very porno movie like... :) What was unlike a porno movie was that instead of getting a BJ and squirting a Santa Beard on the woman in the end; the security guard came in and kicked us all out.

 

 

Oh well he was nice enough to not press any charges and settled with giving us a 24 hour ban, which ruins my prospect of doing the same thing at the same toilet tonight, but I am sure I can live with that. 

 

 

After this event I and Danni had a few more uneventful drinks at another venue before he headed for the airport and I headed back home.

 

 

But to summarise: The crew getting kicked out from two venues, almost getting in a fight with a large gang of angry teenagers, joining in on other peoples sexual activities.  That’s a crazy night I reckon, and a night to remember. :)

 

 

// The Master   

 

This Wednesday I had some minor career issues. The reason was that I went for "quick" interview as bar attendant at the stadium, but they had forgotten to mention in the E-mail that one was also expected to stick around for a few hours of "training". Since they did not mention this I had a shift booked in at another place. This clash ended with me 

• Missing half the training
• Coming late to the shift
• Paying for a cab fee

At today's soccer game I scored my first goal of the season. That was the my only highlight of the game as we had yet another loss. Contrary to the last two games we were not even close to winning and that the score ended 1-3 was more flattering for us than for them. I can't really outline why we played bad today, but the first half was horrendous and the second was a lot better.

 

As for myself I am discontent with my perform except for the goal. The goal was awesome a good run, a good pass and a good finish. But the rest of the game I was not friend with the ball which I seldom am, But I did not have the energy to do the runs and do the work either. Simply a shit game I guess, but good to get the goal at least.

 

As the man of the match I appointed Damiano for supplying me with the pass to my goal. Objectively it should probably be someone in the defense, as we were not hammered although we did not play good at all; but I simply can't decide on who else to pick?

 

When on the topic of picking I am having a minor dilemma on how to proceed with my hunting/love life. Because this weekend I met up with both the hot woman from earlier this week and also with a woman I went on a date with a few weeks ago. The latter was more standard attractive but she a lot more interesting personality. Oh well after consulting with my advisors I decided that I don't need to decide now, and following experience from life this far I will probably mess things up badly enough so I'll never have to decide..:P

 

From a logical point of view however, I would go after the standard attractive woman woman as I know from experience that strong feelings can make someone a lot hotter. Oh and by the term standard attractive I refer to a position around 70 % of the looks scale from my point of view, so it's still a positive term. :)

 

Finally: The funeral of my friend the Acid Santa was this Friday. Since it was in Sweden I did not attend as I don't want to go back there, and I cannot afford to buy a return ticket just for the sake of it. I do however choose to publish a picture from the ceremony which one of my friends back home took.

 

Thursday night I went on an online date with an uncharacteristic approach: Being withdrawn and non-physical and focus on the talking. The reason for this approach was not a stroke but the fact that I had a second date with another girl booked in on the Friday night.So after starting off at the Coogee bay hotel, which by the way is a horrible place for first date, (a sterile sports bar which at the time was broadcasting replays of Rugby games) We decided to make the move to the lasertag place, since she apparently liked paintball. To my dismay there was no-one playing lasertag there so we just had a drink instead.

 

But yeah, all in all it was a pretty good time. She had some interesting things to say and she looked pretty good as well. If gender roles were reversed she would be very attractive; as she had good looks and was really successful in her career.

 

From my perspective a woman's love prospects can actually be hampered by being really successful as a lot of women seems to want a man that is at least as successful as themselves. And this attitude causes trouble. Because let's face it: Since a woman attractiveness does not increases with a pay raise,   from $50000 p.a. to $100,000 p.a for instance. but a man's does she is simply hunting over her league if she wants a man who makes as much as she does.

 

Let's put this to an example. Amy and Pete both make $50,000 per annum and are both scored 70 units of attractiveness on 100 unit scale. They are thus a good match since no-one would have to settle below their standard. Let's assume that Amy's attractivness is divided into two parts personality and looks and they both attribute to 35 points each of her attractiveness. Pete's 70 units on the other hand is divided in three parts looks personality and money/success where each contribute to 23,3 units of attractiveness.

 

Let's first assume that Amy get a pay rise and now makes $100,000 per annum, this will not change her attractiveness at all as money/success is not a factor on the female attractiveness scale (It could of course be argued that if a woman is extremely poor; starving and losing teeth due to malnutritition this could impact her attractivness so money/success must have some limited importance on the female attractiveness as well) Since she and Pete is still objectively as attractive they will still be a good match. But if Amy has the flaw, that many successful women seems to have, that she is only attracted to men that make the same or money than she does well then she would not be attracted to Pete if they were to meet. 

 

Let's now assume that Pete gets a raise and now makes $100,000 per year as well. This will increase his success/money component from let's say 23.3 to 28.3. Thus his total attractiveness will be 75 out of 100. Amy surely will be interested at this stage, but Pete will not be very interested in her as he objectively can do better.

 

Of course the example above is highly constructed and far from everyday life as humans don't know their exact attractiveness. Furthermore beauty is in the eye of the beholder so finding an objective attractiveness is far from easy. But the point of my example is simply to illustrate that a woman would not score a hotter man from a pay raise but a man would score a hotter woman from a pay rise. Women who believe they can score very attractive men just because they are making much money are seriously deceiving themselves.

 

Now, that things did not take off at all between me and the Thursday date should not be attributed to her at all. Being that withdrawn and passive as I was, well it's not very masculine at all. Or to refer to life in general, Who makes the initiative to the first kiss, first sex and so on. It must the man in at least 90 per cent of the cases. 

 

Oh well, on the Friday night it was time for second date with girl from the failed interview.. Needless to say I was a lot more active and physical during this encounter.:) After drinking the best and most expensive hot chocolate I have ever had I suggested that we should get a room so we could get to know each other better. The offer was declined instead we played pool where I won three out of games on default (she put the black ball in the hole too early) She actually won the fourth game by putting the black ball in the hole at the appropriate time. This proves that the best way to win a pool match if you are really lousy is just to avoid hitting the black ball at all cost and hope the opponent wins the game for you. 

 

Anyway. around midnight she realized that she indeed wanted to get to know me be better. Problem was that she was sharing a room and so am I.So that's one of the circumstances you appreciate the existence of public toilets. (Most commonly you appreciate this when you are using the toilet for the purpose it's built.) So in a way awesome to get to know her better, but the external circumstances took half the fun out of it. So if anyone reading this has access to a decent room with a double bed and is an attractive woman don't hesitate to let me know..:)

 

Needless to say I did not do my greatest work during the circumstances, but what puzzled me the most was that she told me afterwards she had a boyfriend for four years once and he never made her come. I have heard this story a few times before but I just can't get how anyone can be that lousy in bed? I mean seriously if one is that bad at using one's penis one can always compensate by using the tongue at the sweet spot and two fingers? It's not exactly nuclear science. Furthermore I can't understand how anyone can live through that hell for four years? I mean if I had to finish myself off every time I had sex with a girlfriend. I would definitely call it a quits long before that! I mean a few weeks or a month for calibration could be okay, but if someone can't learn in a very long time, then are simply not trying hard enough!

 

From hearing her sad life story I gave her a promise. That if she gave me a night in a private room with no distractions and some alcohol; I would make her come..:) If not I would hire a huge black man with a huge penis to do the job. Since she claimed she did not like huge black men, she better make it or fake it! ;)

 

//The Master

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today I went to a pointless and meaningless employment interview and it made me so pissed off! The reason being that yesterday they called me and offered me an interview time. I was unsure what job it was for but it still seemed like a good idea so I accepted. When I arrived at the scene it turned out to be a group interview for those people that harasses people on the street all the time. I found this a very insulting and provocative behaviour. Because if someone call me and book a time with me this should indicate some form of interest right? This event might lead to me cancelling other plans (this was not the case today but it could have been) . Then it's the fucking responsibility of the recruiter to tell me over the phone that it is just a group interview and they call everyone. 

 

So to summarise I am not all against the concept of group interviews as long as I am aware of the circumstances, so I don't go if I have something better to do. 

 

Oh well after filling in a form with seriously stupid questions which answered with seriously stupid answers (Definitely not a smart move, but I was pissed off) the time for the group interview started. And it was the same son of a bitch interviewing as last time I went to one of these occasions for another company. (I was not offended that time though as that company at least had the sense to tell me it was a group interview in advance) Needless to say I was not prince charming at this stage when my inner voice told me to rage and tell the smug son of a bitch that he could go fuck himself( I did not)

 

But in the elevator came the event the shifted the day to a positive outcome and made it the best failed interview ever. An attractive woman who also failed the miserable group interview started talking to me. She used a classic female passive hunting technique I.E. ask about something completely unintersting and see if the guy makes the move. The concept of this technique is based on the fact that most women takes initial rejection a lot harsher than men does and by just asking a random question they can simply feel that they were not hunting at all if things went down the drain. Oh well if an attractive woman is using passive hunting technique on me, of course I am picking up the trail. So I asked if she wanted to have a drink and of course she did.

 

After drinking a few drinks my hunter seeker sense indicated that the woman wanted to kiss me, So I made a failed attempt, as she claimed she did not kiss on first date and so on. This could have smashed my morale completely on a low selfesteem day; but today was not one of those days and I knew my read was right. So some time later we went to a park and we kissed under the stars instead.. Awesome. :) The night continued to be awesome as she realized it was cold outside but she had sauna and spa where she lived. 

 

I have not been in sauna or a spa since I left Sweden so this was a nice comeback..:) It was also nice to realize that she had an awesome body as she had been a lingerie model back in Lithuania. Surely she had shown pictures of this earlier during the night but somehow business attire does not do the female body justice! Also her face seemed more or less water proof I.E her generally apperance did not detertoriate a lot when the water made her lose her make-up. The only bad thing about the night was that she was against sex on first dates. Unlike the "not kissing on first date" rule which seemed like a test of confidence this rule really seemed legit so I decided to not push things. I was helped in this cause by the fact that there was other people in the area which would make any attempt pretty inappropriate..:)

 

All in all a great night and the first woman in a month I have a genuine interest in seeing again. Hopefully it will go better this time than last month..:)

 

//The Master

 

 

 

Today it was game day with Queens Park. It ended with yet another loss but for 20 minutes it actually looked really good. That was the 20 first minutes of second half when we turned 0-2 to 2-2 and it felt like the mental wall of having 0 points after six games played was finally about to break. Then a guy in our team scored a really unnecessary own goal (Under no pressure one should really be able to clear a ball better) we lost all spirit and lost the game with 2-4. 

 

What I will probably remember from this game is that I managed to get knocked down twice. The first time was the rugby player in the opposing team hit me with an elbow on the nose. I don't think it was intentional though because if that huge beast actually tried knocking me out with an elbow he would probably had broken my nose. My second knockdown was when I was heading the ball and another guy came in two seconds later and just mauled me. I got so annoyed when the referee for some reason did not show that guy his second yellow card, but that ref was seriously a chapter for himself refeereing like it was woman's football and at the same time forgetting his deck of card at home (I.e minimal touch free kick, knocking someone down, still only free kick)

 

As for my performance it was average. I was not the champion of the team in this game and I was not the anchor who pulled us down the depths either. I voted for Laurie as the man of the match. mostly as a friendly gesture, as his fiancee unfortunately saw him play last game which drastically had decreased his attractivness to her.So I promised him that if he was not horribly bad and no-one else was really good he would get my vote.  Hopefully he showed his fiancee the stats from todays MOM poll where he has at least one vote; hopefully this will make her very aroused. If this scenario actually falls through I have through my selfless actions effortlessly improved the life of one my peers; how awesome that would be. :) 

 

As for the anchor of the team this was obviously Josh whom out of consideration for the feelings of our opponents assisted two of their goals. Of course if you just counts the absolute number he had better stats than I did as he had -2 assists while I had +1. If you are using absolute numbers the plus and minus sign does not matter. 

 

Oh anyway later on the day I went to an online date. My hopes for this was not great as my latest two online dates had been absolutely dreadful and on top of that I had a headache no doubt connected to the prior hits to me head during the game. The only thing speaking for this actually being a good date was the thing that she came from Asia and was named Julia; the same name and race as last time I got laid. I was thinking when I did the pre-writing of this entry in my head earlier today that if I actually got laid with another Julia I would call myself Romeo for a while. As it turns out I can keep calling myself the The Master.

 

Not to say that it in any way went bad. It definitely had its moments as she looked better than I expected. She also referred to me as intelligent good-looking and funny. But then came the problem; she claimed she was the kind of girl who liked to take things slow. Glacially slow. I would rather have her say "You are stupid boring and ugly, but I wanna fuck you anyway" than all the compliments and the the glacially slow thing. Of course there is a huge risk that I would be heavily offended if she opened with the hypothetical opening above and thus miss out the important information also given. 

 

Tomorrow I am going on a date with another woman on one of those dates that works out so great in my brain and so horrible in reality. Lasertag and bowling at Strike Bowling. In my brain after playing Lasertag for a few hours she will be so aroused by seeing how good I am so she would see it as a great honour to take me to her bed for a night of passion. I mean I am sure that every reader of this blog would agree that three hours of lasertag followed by a night of sex is vastly superior to three hours of talking and no sex?

 

// The Master

 

 

 

First of all the answer to the cliff hanger of my last entry; did the Master Hunter manage to pick up and lay the only woman at the gay bar? No he did not apparently she remembered that she had a “boyfriend” after a few hours. Better luck next time!

 

And so to the title of this entry about unsurpassed cheapness; a friend back home is gathering money for a flower arrangement from Acid Santa’s friends for the funeral. He suggested some flowers which would cost $40 a head which some people found “far too much” I find this attitude disgraceful and an example of unsurpassed cheapness. Since its tradition to bring expensive flowers to a funeral one has to just suck it up and pay instead of disgracing oneself.

 

From a logical point view I think the entire concept of funerals is useless. Spending a lot of time and money arranging a function that will not make anyone happy, why is that tradition?

 

When it comes to traditions I have identified a major difference between Sweden and English speaking cultures; the attitude to marriage. In Sweden people usually don’t marry unless there is a reason to do so, I.E. to buy a wife from Asia. My sisters had children with guys and were with them for like ten years without ever getting married. (They still have children but they are both separated from the fathers to the children)  The same pattern I see with a lot of people back home that simply does not get married.  Of course some people actually do get married but the ones I knew got married in front of their close family in let’s say Thailand and did not spend three months of planning and half their annual salary in order to host the perfect function in order to prove to everyone that they are the perfect couple.

 

I don’t know why people would do that. I mean I can see two reasonable reasons for doing so.

1.       It’s part of the English speaking culture and thus expected from them.

2.       They have serious doubts about the relationship and try to convince themselves by convincing others.

 

For the first reasons I would argue that there is no point in putting all that pressure on oneself just to meet some untold expectations from one’s peers. As reason however it’s a lot better than reason 2 is. As for reason 2 it would be interesting to find out if there is a negative connection between the happiness in a marriage and the relative wealth spent on the marriage (relative wealth as it’s a lot bigger deal for an average worker to spend $20k on a wedding than it would be for a multimillionaire) I think there is and if there is actually research on the subject I would be happy to read it.

 

As for my own experience there was a Swedish community site for teenagers called Lunarstorm which was similar to MySpace back in the days when it was more appropriate for me to hunt on teenagers. I think in total I slept with like 8 woman from that site which makes it far superior to any site both before and after. 3 of these women had profiles dedicated to prove the point that woman in question had such a great relationship with her boyfriend which she apparently was cheating on. I have also seen loads of more recent examples of people exaggerating how good their relationships are in social media just to see it collapse a house of cards just a short while later. Conclusion: If someone is exaggerating how great their relationship is its most likely going to collapse shortly; No-one who actually believes in their relationship is that desperate in convincing third parties how good it is, they are too busy enjoying it.

 

Among other events this week I can mention that I went to a RCG course (responsible conduct of gambling) basically a course that allow one to work in a bar that has gambling machines. A paper that might come in handy I reckoned, but only future will tell.  Oh well for all those who have been fortunate enough to miss out on this great course this is the summary.

 

You pay $65 to listen to a boring guy bore you death with the mantra “gambling is baaaad, mmkay?” This nightmare could have been over in five minutes enabling the guy to wash his car or whatever he does for fun. But no it went on for 8 hours! But unlike the equally dreadful RSA course “Alcohol is baaaaad mmkay? “The RCG course does not expect staff to do anything so it’s ten times more useless.  So the Learning point from 8 hours of RCG course is: If someone comes up to you and complains about have gambled away all his money: Offer him a brochure with a number he can call to whine about his problems. Also offer him to sign a non-committal ban list to your venue.

 

 

// The Master

Yesterday it was time for bowling and lasertag. From my house: I, Master Hunter, American Fisherman and his Italian roommate was going. Before going there The Master Hunter and The Fisherman bought a box of goon, and I was "persuaded" to have some glasses with them on the way there and while at the venue (yep they smuggled the cask into the place) Well most of the times they failed at their persuasion attempts anyway so no considerable amount of ethanol fell down my throat last night.

 

On the way to the venue we ended up in the with the same retarded discussion as I have had with a lot of people throughout the years. It's apparently a common belief that the drug ethanol has completely different effects if it's a component in beer or wine or whatever. This is a popular myth which I never have heard anyone actually motivate. Because what would be the active components in beer the make alcohol intoxication of beer different from the alcohol intoxication of wine? I say none!

 

Now some smartass will claim that they get a lot drunker from say 5 Sambuca shots than they would from 5 beer. This is true for most practical reasons but have nothing to do with different drinks giving different intoxications. Because one could easily skull 5 sambuca shots in like 10 minutes and get heavily intoxicated in a short period. It's a lot more challenging to drink 5 beers in 10 minutes due to the massive amount of water one has to swallow in the process. But to real find out whether Sambuca for instance give another form of intoxication than beer, one would have to water down 5 sambuca shots so they have the same ethanol contents as 5 beers. And then drink them at the same pace as one would drink 5 beer. The results would most likely be that it's the exact same form of intoxication! I am sick of explaining that if the active ingredient is the same, the administration method is the same, then the flavour has nothing to do with the actual effect of the drug!

 

Note: In some cases however there are more than one active ingredient, As with Absinthe for instance, and in those cases it will obviously be a difference between drinking Absinthe and beer for instance..

 

Oh well back to the events of last night! We arrived a bit later than I had hoped for so we only had time for 2 games of bowling and 2 games of Lasertag. At bowling we all sucked but the Master Hunter sucked a bit less than the rest of us, so he won. I finished at not so honourable second place with a dismal score.  At the Lasertag I had such awesome rounds! Highly unexpected the place was packed with people so there was a lot of targets. :) I scored an awesome 18302 points both rounds (A strange coincidence that I got the same points both rounds, anyways it equals 2 bases and 163 kills in 15 minutes) With a score like that it was a superior victory and no-one else crossed the 10000 point mark. The Master Hunter did pretty well and finished second one of the games with like 9,000 points. The Italian scored a really good accuracy and also did well.  The American Fisherman sucked bigtime and claimed Lasertag was a lame gay game, in attempt to move focus from his sub-par performance.  

 

Fueled by his goon induced intoxication the Master Hunter led a hunting party down to Oxford Street.Why he led the party into a gay bar is beyond me, but as it seemed it went better for him than my earlier horrible attempts at hunting women in gay bars. I don't know if he actually managed to nail the only woman in the gay bar, as I was not curious enough to stay. So I left when at the same time the Italian hoisted the white flag to initiate a retreat back home. I could however determine from my position that her body language indicated attraction towards him, which by all means is just the first step, a step one can easily be able to fall off pretty quickly; at least from my own experience. However if the Master Hunter managed to pick up the only woman in the gay bar, it's for sure yet another tally to his record. I guess we'll find out in due time.

 

//The Master

The last week has not been very inspiring at all but I reckon that I did manage to get one important thing done; I have got my body detoxed from caffeine and sugar. Well basically I do not have ambition to quit eating sugar or drinking coffee in the long run, but I felt the need to cut down a lot after eating bags of candy, lots of soft drinks, lots of energy drinks and coffee on a daily basis. Since I don't believe in my ability to cut down with moderation I reckoned that a total stop for some weeks would be a better approach. As one can see from the picture below, there is no reason to stop using caffeine completely for the rest of my life anyway.

 

 

I had my doubts this Tuesday whether I should proceed with the detox, following the suicide of my friend; but I consulted with my peers and reckoned that since the week would suck anyway I might as well do something useful with it.

 

My findings on the subject is that Caffeine withdrawal is a lot stronger than sugar withdrawal. I have had headaches all week; peaking at Wednesday and the gradually declining. In many ways caffeine withdrawal is similar to smoking weed in my opinion. Both weed smoking and caffeine withdrawal gives me headache, sleepyness, lack of concentration and vivid dreams. I don't like any of them so in my opinion they can keep banning weed as long as they make the stuff I like legal..;)

 

But now it feels like the headaches will soon be gone, and I feel positive that the weekend and the weeks to come will be a lot better than the week that passed.

 

//The Master