Voila -- A baby is created.

With the sun glaring through my eyes from my bedroom window, and drool rolling down my sweaty cheeks, I woke up to an unusual thought running through my head. What more could it be, but this blog. Even with everything else going on, my health, my hunger, my sanity ... It was the only thing that came to me - that made me realize I was happy for once. I could boast about how appealing and preeminent this blog has come to be.

I know that you all might like the forums better, but I just thought this would be something new. Monstaz and I discussed how it's something some people have done, but just clearly gave up on. Vysen is saying that there are way more superior blogs, and that i'm just copying everyone else. I don't think there's anyone else making a blog like mine, so you can get f*cked in the ear. Kthanks.[Btw, that's my line.]


After taking a cold shower, and listening to the radio, My mom took me to get a haircut at a Beauty College near downtown of my city. I was never fond of the place anyway. My last encounter there resulted in mass casualties and extreme pain.As soon as we went in, I knew it wouldn't be good at all. I don't know how, I don't know why -- I just knew. My mom put my name on the list, and soon enough, a lady came up and guided me to where I was supposed to sit; to relax. It was nothing near relaxation. The lady barely spoke english, and when I tried to describe how I wanted my hair to look like, she, I guess, pretended to know. Meanwhile, there is this guy sitting next to us; I assumed he was a student at the place, too. He did nothing but made matters worse, attempting to interpret what I had told the lady, into spanish.

*"Creo que el muchacho feo dijo hacerlo corto y afeitarlo todo." He said.

In my mind, I was thinking... Dude, You're so gay -- You have blonde hair, you overused gell, pink acne all over your face, you're fat, and you're calling ME ugly? Wow.

- Then the lady began to be confused. "Mmm, no sé lo que él dijo, así que lo cortaré todo."

*"No sabe?! hahaha." He laughed.

I just let her do her thing, I thought : it's just hair. But no, it's not just hair, it says who you are, your outer personality. I told her that I wanted it short, but longer on the toppppp.... Nope, She cut it all.
I let out a "Fuck."

- She wondered. " o_O What's wrong? "

My mom came in, "What happened, Dre?"

+" Ugh, she cut it wrong. "
+" Saya enggak suka rambutnya.. " I yelped.

As soon as she completed her task, I ran to the bathroom to get all the small particles of hair, out of my head and down the sink. I made a huge mess, and I cleaned it up; most people won't do that... I then walked back out waved goodbye to my mom's friend, who also was there at the college, and headed for the car. At that point, I knew I was going to bitch at my mom, I didn't want her to cut it for me, because I'd rather complain to my mom about someone else than complain about my mom. I'm such a good son... Even still, I was pretty mad. I told her to just cut it. I was staring at the mirror, nothing to say, nothing to do. And she knew that I was pissed. It looked like a mohawk, at first, then a buzzcut came into place [Sorry Justin<3].

What is wrong with these people?! No one cares what I think? The students waiting to graduate still have a LONG WAY TO GO. We cannot have these people working at actual salons. Cmon! At least speak English. The last lady I had that cut my hair spoke only Vietnamese and barely understood English. She too had her posse of Viet's surrounding her, interpreting the wrong words. It took the viet lady almost 2 hours to cut my hair. I felt bad; I'm getting angry at people for making my hair look hideous, but they're innocent. Trying to make a living by making people happy with their appearance. Which is good, I guess... If you're doing one person's hair for 2 f*cking hours. I learned to just live with my short hair... After yelling with my mom, of course.

She found it amusing.





- Andryy. ;x