+~A change a comin', A cold wind a blowin'

I'm coming home this Christmas to spend 10 days with my family and when I return, this blog will go in a different direction, the way I really want it to be.

On a darker note, can't remember the last time I had a hangover, seems ages ago and I'm not even sure if I really have one or my head is hurting because of this inflatable pillow my friend let me used last night. That tika puka puka I drank last night was like sex with consequence and I'm experiencing the consequence right now and it's baaad. My friend had it worse though, she puked in all corners of Dubai last night and swear not to drink ever(?). Not.

On a lighter side of things, I'm loving the climate right now, it's cold and very christmassy outside you forget you're in the middle of a fucking desert. Even the Pakistanis are starting to wear underwear.

+~Stop this girly thoughts and make yourself a manly pina colada

Life can get boring sometimes and when it does I tend to get depress and sad and do weird things like stare on things until they get weird and strange to me. Like today, I put on two windbreakers and rode my bike at the edge of a street overlooking the highway, stared at all the cars passing by until all those cars blended their colors and became one streak of different colors like a rainbow and the highway became two-toned of black and white and the street lamps became yellow dots and the whole scene looked like a Pollock painting. This went on for a few seconds then I stopped when I realized how weird it was, then I peed on the back of a house because it was so cold despite my two windbreakers. No I'm not high on drugs or crazy, I'm just sayin'..
I also stared at my face on the mirror until my face became strange and weird and look like somebody else's face like the face of a bad guy in a movie or my friend's friend face.
Really creepy but it's true. Sadness makes you do, think, feel and look at things in different perspectives. And sadness is one tough motherfuckr to handle and control.
That's why I don't like it when I get bored and I rarely get bored because I always find something else to do except today -and this got me thinking, what if my life becomes boring as I age? What if the internet, books, work, families and friends and all these stuff that makes my life exciting today became dull and boring as I get older? Will I become totally depressed and lonely then?
I think I will . The thought is scaring the shitoutofme.

+~A twist in every turn is possibly a straight line afterall

Today my electric shaver stopped working. I tried to fix it by disassembling all it's tiny pieces until I got bored and could not put them back together again and it's missing some tiny gears the size of atomic dust particles -so it's now totally fucked and useless.
I possibly sniffed some of them.
Don't know why I'm so useless and unable to fix things and I don't like this growing mustachio at all.
And I'm sure I'm going to hate this day and tomorrow like I'm hating this stupid blog.
All these negativity makes me want to hate every little things around.
And what I really love right now is a piece of grilled porkchop dipped in soy sauce with lemon which I can't have because I'm now a vegetarian.
Wow, how I sucked at life.