My Inspiration

I have lost my sense of direction.

Sometimes I really dunno what I'm thinking. Life's moving so fast. But yet, it's not moving.

I don't wanna be just another face in the crowd.
["i'm nots wants to be a ordinary muggle!"]

posted by Glenn @ 3:39 PM 0 comments

"I'm not going Mom. They always make such a fuss it's irritating!"

"We go through this every year!" His mom sounded exasperated. "You know your aunties don't mean it. They get excited seeing you Brad! They're just glad you're growing up. You're the one making a fuss now. Go get changed, go on. We have to leave by four or we'll be late for the dinner. Again, it happens everytime!"

Brad knew when she spoke like that, it was final. He had to go, but not without showing Rachel his unhappiness. Putting on a big show of stomping up the stairs, he slammed the door of his room so hard its hinges rattled. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he sulked. He never liked these annual gatherings. He hated the way his aunt Barbara kissed him fiercely on his cheek and ruffled his hair. What kind of name was Barbara anyway? And there was aunt Lucy who used to be a stripper. He had always wanted to tell her that her time, was so over. It embarrassed him how she still struts around the house with those neck plunging dresses with half her boobs showing. "I think she still strips for her husband at night!" he once told Rachel. He got smacked immediately. That shut him up, but it definitely didn't stop all the wise comments from running through his head everytime he saw her. Uncle Henry was no better. He's this aged rocker who thinks his skin-tight leather pants still appeals to the nice old ladies at the park. "It's like he never realises his age!" he told his friends at school. "Thinks he's still got that rocker thing going," he snorts, and they would all burst out laughing. He felt good.

posted by Glenn @ 11:20 PM 0 comments