The pretenders

We live in a world that has grown hypocritical, but that's the way we've all become. Or rather... most of us. Brothers who turn out to be money-faced cock suckers. Friends who stab you in the back.

For the next few months my stomach shall operate on my sandwich making skills. I will never ever empty my bank account for my friends. Because I know most of them wouldn't pay. And to all those who owe me money, please know your role and pay up. I remember at the start of this year, I had around 2 thousand bucks in my bank. And I planned to spend the money on bowling. But now, I'm only left with 87 dollars. How to buy bowling balls you tell me? And it's not like I spent my $2000++ on westlife CDs or sex toys. I stupidly lent it to my friend(s) to settle their soccer,horseracing, dunnowhat debts. And now I'm broke. And I know I'll most probably not get my money back.

It's like getting jacked in the ass with a dildo; realizing how stupid I was then. But like they say, once bitten twice shy. I will never lend friends money ever again. NEVERRRRRRRRRRRR!

Dissatisfied customer

I apologise for the hopelessness of my previous entry. I think all blogs should start with a cheery merrychristmassy I love you and you love me note(least I'll try from now on) so here goes. Hello! I love you and you love me! Happy Deepavali!

So I was at the hair salon just now to get my hair cut. And I was sitting there looking at my hair being cut and wondering where I should look at. Should I look at myself in the mirror(which would make me look damn narcissistic) or should I look at the stylist(which would make me look homosexual) or should I focus on some random object like the ass of the female stylist behind me? I was confused on where to rest my gaze so I decided to just close my eyes.

After my hair was cut, I opened my eyes and looked into the mirror and saw an overaged and oversized school kid in the mirror. With short sloped hair and shaved sideburns. I would have stabbed him with a dildo if I had one at that time man.

He then proceeded to wash my hair and dry it and when the hairstylist was helping me dry my hair he asked me "After you wash your hair do you dry with towel or with hairdryer?"

"Only Towel."

He then went on to contort his face like I had just SHITTED ON THE FLOOR and rolled his face on it a couple of times(if only I could, if only i could...).

"NO!! CANNOT!! Your hair is curly so must blow dry or else if natural dry will be very curly!" And he said that like curly hair was some disease like AIDS. Do I even need to worry about that now since you cut my hair so friggin short? And that stupid dumbass dickhead charged me 16 bucks for it. He doesn't deserve 16 bucks man, that haircut's not even worth 16 cents.

So for the rest of the month, I'm gonna look like a tweed with a $0.16 haircut.

I WANT MY HAIR BACK!

Time

It wears you down to a point where there’s nothing left. There’s nothing left to hurt, discourage or disappoint.

You forget where you were ten years ago when you were six. You forget the very basic elements of who you are because you’re clouded by everything you’ve seen, heard and felt growing up. You realise an inescapable era intruding on your nostalgic pauses and pushing you forward. It's charging towards you at full speed and there's nothing you could do about it, you can't turn back time, you can't slow it down either.

I’m afraid. Because I feel trapped. I can’t help but resent anything that tries to guide me but at the same time I’m desperate for help.