'Men, can't live with them or withouth them'

Diary!

I know it has been like for ages since I wrote, but the weeks have been long, hectic, and eventful. Well exams are poping here and there, I might say to everyone that I’m studying but I am actually sitting and reading fiction stories about how a woman gets dumped by her husband after she gives birth to their first child to a fat cellulity neighbour, Watermelon by Marian Keyes. If anything like that would happen to me then I’d track up that bastard, point the *beep* bazooka to his head while he is on his knees begging for mercy, for the extra thrill he’s peeing on his pants. Saying, ‘Babes I forgive you’, and trigger off the massive weapon. Looking at the scene of how the body parts and blood flying/slapshing everywhere (except on me) with an evil grin while wearing military camouflage and 10 inch pin heels on the feet (I’m wearing as if I was born in them) to add up the effect of the sight. And like all the James Bond movies, where the crook laughs recklessly after killing an innocent creature, I laugh.
So now you can imagine how my first exam went? Well actually you can’t as I woke up that morning and decided not to go and do the exam though I think I’d do well if I only studied the day before instead of watching Grey’s Anatomy and drooling over Dr. Burks firm/muscular body (which I was scanning in through the TV screen, through his surgical clothes). But as my mum had to open her mouth with asking ‘Class nai? Why aren’t you going?’. I stupidly say that I have.
4 hours out of the house and no where to go except for going nomadic around in streets, I find it high time to meet up with my old love. Plus that I got a bill for being late with some books, so I wander up the stairs to city library. My old love, standing there like always, I realised that I missed this place a lot. This is where I used to run away during the days, if I needed to be alone or skip class, you could find me in the library reading novels. I just don’t get it how my parents couldn’t figure out where I was, they saw me coming home with tones of books everyday. Still they didn’t understand where I mysteriously disappeared, mostly they thought I was roaming around the streets holding the hands of this tatued and pierced Western white boy, which soon likely to end up in jali. I only wish!
Anyway so at the counter I return the books, and get a bill of 110 -- (wouldn’t you like to know the currency). Well in my wallet I have a note of 100 and 500 and a lot of coins. So leaving the 500 in the wallet, I count altogether 109.50! 0.50 missing! Determined not to use the 500 note, I look all my pockets for a 0.50. Then a handsome man comes up asks the lady behind the counter about a book. Not knowing how handsome that blond haired, blue eyed creature was. I beg a 0.50 from him. I never ever, in my wholesome life begged for money from anyone. Have a hard time to even ask my parents, but I asked him! All of a sudden I felt like the Little Match Girl from H.C Andersen’s story, though she had something to sell unlike to me!!! Actually it was more like I was standing in a cold day in St. Petersburg, with yellow brownish teeth, some of course missing. Wearing torn and patched up dirty clothes with a body odour stinking all the way to Tanzania, shouting ‘Need of 0.50, please sir show mercy to this humble homeless, though I have a note of 500 on me’, with a pity he throws up a 1 instead 0.50. Well it wasn’t a pity, he didn’t have a 0.50. Anyway just to show gratitude I let him go ahead with his question though I was before him. As I was standing there, watching how the lady and he was talking I was begging desperately in silent for him to look at me. Just once! But no, he was about to walk way without looking at me, which I couldn’t let him. ‘Thanks’, with a some what sexy voice that made him just look at me and smile. So then he walked away…
I think both me and the lady behind the counter was lusting over him and his firm buttocks I imagine him to have!

Ps. Later when I came home, I manage to find a 0.50 in my sidebag!