Butterfly Cuts Hair.. depression ensues

Only one thing has been able to make me depressed all week, my entry into the work-force. The rat race, the economic struggle, the blunt reality. Call it what you may, its the great denominator that ends all late night parties. Why am I depressed then? I had to have my hair cut. Yes, those precious locks of mine...

I hate normality. I loved my hair because I stood out from every other mundane cut. I loved my hair because as much as some girls hated it, more loved me for it. On my last night out, I had 2 dancers come up to me to tell me how much they loved my hair and they kept pleading with me not to cut it. It's a bi-polar effect. More people begun reading my blog because of my hair than the number of people who should go watch King and the Clown.

The last time I felt this depressed was when I found out Kelly Lin was 30 and Takeshi Kaneshiro was gay. Two very depressing news that took more than a MOS Burger coffee shake to get over. I contemplated suicide until the hot Taiwanese girls gave me a new reason to live. Two words. Rainie Yang. She's damn cute, until she acts cute, upon which I would punch her nose till she speaks properly again.

The hair's badly tied because I just got up and I was running late for my haircut appointment.

The things I miss the most... well I guess that's my affair with long hair. Unless of cos, one of you offers me a REALLY good paying media job that allows me to keep my hair again. OR, you are a sugar mummy, looking for a boy toy. *raises hand*, that would be me. Pick me.

Oh yes, and how can I forget the plenty of fags out there. Here's one for you, Brokeback style. This was of course unintentionally gay. It's taken from my trip to OZ. That's Lee next to me. Naturally I'm topless becaused we just played strip poker and I lost everything on one hand. Somehow the picture here is very pixelized, the original one is immaculately beautiful.

POST SCRIPT:

I've taken down the pics because like I said it's only for awhile. If you've seen it, good. You're know in the prestigious 400 strong club that knows me by face. Why undo what I've set upon the public?

Call it damage control if you may. There are simply some people whom I hope never find this blog. Since putting up my pictures, the following have occured,

1. 8 Friendster messages. 4 of which are guys. I don't know if they are readers, but I have to make one thing clear. Despite what it looks like in my last picture, I'm not gamed for a sausage feast. Neither would I appreciate you anywhere near 30cm from my ass. I don't ooze manliness, but girls in short skirts often reassure me that women are still very much my thing.

2. One hook up proposal.

3. As you can read on my tagboard, there's a polarizing conflict in opinion. A couple of the Friendster messages I recieved also contains comments on my pictures. I have 4 words,

Everyone.Should.Love.Me

The only ones that matter to me are the ones that compliment me. Seriously, unless you look better than me, you should never say anything bad about me. We go to hell for saying nasty things about people.

One girl wrote in her message, verbatim,

">>>I've been following your blog for sometime now and I think the stuff you write is totally hilarious. I'll be lying if I said I wasn't curious about how you looked but I guess that was part of the appeal to me, so you can imagine my shock when I saw your pictures. Don't get me wrong, I think you are pretty good looking in a boyish/pretty way but I think the mystery of your looks is a huge factor in the appeal of your blog. This is just my opinion and I thought it'll be nice to dorp you a line since I really enjoy reading it so much that I laugh out loud while reading it to." [sic]

Maybe she's right. I intended the pics to be a tease and I was going to take it down when I clocked 200 views. The thing I never really thought about was this whole "mystery" factor bullshit. Isn't the content more important?! I'd love reading my stuff if I wasn't me.

Do you really think I'd post pictures of myself to generate hits? I've taken enough marketing modules to know that controversy sells, thats why in our postcard moral society, sex always screams for attention. So pics of me just won't do. Anyway, I just had a bet that I won't be able to double my daily readership in the next 2 months. The thing is I'm not allowed to spam my URL in emails. Hence, I need to find a way to win this bet. I will need your help.

I'll end this. Unless you're telling me how much you love me and how much I rock, save all negativity. I hate it. If you really have to try bring me down, send me a picture of you, I'll post it and we can have a public opinion. Don't you just love public shaming?