The Beauty Salon or The Soap Opra?

Yes this is a gay life story, as I find myself sitting in salons all the time, either with my mum or myself. So where do I get this idea that a soap opera is similar to a Beauty Salon?

Lets begin with that everyone knows each other! There must be about ten staff members (All working very hard I guess) yet still they manage to stop and chat with the person that just walked in. Friendly I know but efficiency is key people, HELLO.

OK so Maybe the staff knowing each and every person that doesn't mean that this is a set on a cockney square, however the rest will make you think.

So thats not that bad but I don't go to the same Salon as my mum, yet all the Beauty creators know every detail about me. My change in diets, sexuality, age, hobbies and it will not surprise me if they have my national insurance number either.

The stories that you hear will either be gossip or tall tales that you do hear on a TV show and could not be made up unless you had a group of people possessing creative writing degree's. so let me intrigue with one.

This ladies bank account had been hacked and had no money to her name. (Just to keep you up to date The week before she was telling us all about the relationship that she was in with a man that is married, but was married to a Lesbian… I know! Only on TV!) So to carry on she had no money, the lady rings up her boyfriend and he requests that his wife will personally take £100 to his Mistress! I know… OMG! Gossip or what!

Ok so its not a soap Opera unless someone dies. (On a regular basis). So to sum up I will tell you about the time when I overheard this 60 year old geriatric talk about when her husband died.

Imagine, Silver haired, Glasses wearing. false teach sucking, pristine dressed, almost Queen Elizabeth like was sitting in the confession chair. Reading a magazine based on a salutation, When from no where she said,

'Oh my Fred died last week'

There seemed to be a lot of Ummm's and Errrrrr's. None the less she carried on about how much of a good man he was and what a good husband, father and all round decent person he was. The co-stars of the Soap Opera (Beauticians and other customers) were almost in tears as they reminisced of fred and how he sat on the sofa behind reading his paper . When from out of no where the old woman said

Shaking her head, 'Yeah, thats all good, but the Bastard left me a shit load debt' The Stdio went pin drop quiet.

I hope that you all see this from the angle that I do. but Meh! I will always attend these place and not just for the hair cut, but also the entertainment :-)

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Outlook and perspectives

So During the later part of 2009, I took on the motto, ' Don't Talk it Out, Work it Out ', that would be true today if I could be willing to get up and do it. However it seams that I am being drained of everything that I do, mentally and physically. What I once enjoyed, has now either become obsolete or a chore, and this is something I do not like at all and feel powerless against.

To kick this rant off I want to look at my role in the ATC (Air Training Corps). My rank is Sergeant (Sgt) and I command a small flight (Group) of cadets (Ignorant, spotty, ungrateful little teenagers). I also run the squadron newsletter and website, teach Media Communications and take the role of NCO adjutant (Pen Pusher).

I love doing all of this and even if I get through to one cadet then my job there is done. I aim to build confidence and pass on knowledge, but I don't like being made a fool or taken for granted. Surprisingly I don't feel like that due to the cadets, (don't get me wrong I do sometimes) but the main culprits are the adult NCO (Non-commisioned-officers) team and the office themselves (The ones that look after the Sgt's).

So why has the office Peeved me off? I recently applied for the position of Flight Sergeant (Flt Sgt) along with two other people, we have waited well over 5 months or so to find out who has got what it takes. Unlike the other two candidates I don't lock cadets into lockers and fart... Also known in the trade as the gas chamber..., or pile mattresses on top of a cadet until he screams, and believe me, this happened! I am there for the welfare of the cadets, making sure that every child there get the right to learn and have fun.

To me, its a no brainer who to promote. What do you think?

I look at what I do, and then compare it to what they do; and I think to myself... why am I doing this? I am tired and fed up with the amount of work! There must be a reason why it has taken this long to reach to a decision. The massive choice between a Sgt who does loads or work and looks after the cadets, or one that is so inappropriate at any given point or one that has lost passion with the ATC and himself but instead of hiding it he really shows it...?? Do not get me wrong, these lads are my mates but right now I am lost... Lost that what I do seams to be pointless.

Now to generalise. Everyone around me seems to be very low or has a problem. I try to keep an open mind, and a relaxed approach to life but it never seams to pay off. Therefore I might have to go in to my emotion bank and try new ones, just to show to people that I can get pissed off if you push me, because until then I will just have to be constantly shot down for being happy and all round cheery.

Sorry this has been a bit of a low, un-camp, un-homoerotic or a gay phrased post but its not always fun fun fun girlfriends!

Thanks

Jai

Trouble of all sorts

Hey hey hey there :-)

This is entitled rightly as I have had so many problems, getting into serious trouble and not so serious.

My last blog update (that has now been taken down) was all about the romantic lust that happened while I was away. I know it was wrong but I couldn't help myself, and well neither could he. I posted it not because I wanted my boyfriend at the time to read it, that was the last thing on my mind, but I wrote it as my blog is all about the events of a college student growing up being gay. Well to cut a long story short, he read it and let me tell you he wasn't happy about.

We tried to work it out but eventually we had to call it a day. I knew that it wouldn't work and secretly I knew he thought the same.

So this is a very small problem and well I am sorta over it now. So what could the other problem be? I am not going to say it direct but I went to hell and back, Only one person there to comfort me. It was the help that I received that got me through it.

The worst part wasn't thinking I had a 'Problem' but the secrecy that I had to hid from the ones that I loved. If you haven't cottoned on what I am on about.... then you are a fool :-) in the politest way. This was a tough time and something that I will never do again.

Thats not all though, I am also in a little trouble as I fell for one of the people that was helping me. He is lovely and so nice, but he is with someone, a little older, I wont peruse it but I can have a little fun right :-) x

Please comment below and tell me of you r stories, I would love to hear about them. x

The Last Push and a NEW NAME!

Hey hey hey peoples!

I have change the name of my blog, I wanted it to be more outrageous and out there, plain and simple for people to get their own minds on it. Please tell me what you think. I want this to be a blog for all people but also one for males and females that are at the stage in their life where they are 'Confused' and 'coming of age'. I hope I made the right choice of name... :-)

ANYWAY....

SO its the last few days and weeks of college and I cannot wait for this summer to start!

I have a list of what I want to accomplish this summer, and there is quite a few things what I want to do and some are more important that others.

So here are my top 10...

1) RELAX

2) Make time for friends

3) Find Myself a Boyfriend and establish myself as a gay man

4) Challenge myself Physically

5) Loose 1st in weight

6) Get away for a few weeks

7) Go to a PARTY

8) Meet someone new (Make a new friend)

9) Find a JOB!

10)And I might do some work...

As you can possibly I have all the important ones in the first 3 (especially number 3).

I can safely say I will not get board this summer. I have my eye on the prize and I want it!

If you are reading this, add a note and tell me what you are doing this summer... I will be very happy to read what you are doing. and if you want we can even do my number three! (if you are male and gay)

All the best And Stay Cute!

Jai

A spilt second

A split second can make a huge difference. It can stop your food from burning, save a life, change the way you live your life and the list can go on and on. 

I posted a blog entry not so long ago called 'Lonesome'. At that part of my life I was very lonely. Now that has changed, my perception of loneliness has changed a little.

There is a whole inside me, because my family have fallen to pieces. I have to choose who to make happy. Do I choose my mum who has been there 17 years for me, worked shitty jobs (and still does) to keep a roof over my head... well words cannot describe how much I love her. or do I choose the male influence that has been there the majority (not all) but the majority. The man that has... well words don't describe how much I love him.  

The choice that I will make in a split second means nothing in the short term and well nothing in the long term. What I need to do is grow a pair... be selfish and keep low for a while, Think about myself for once. WOW I have never said that before, think about myself... Feels good, gives me some power. I am an individual and a great one at that! I am Jacob Hill, and I tell you what! I hate split seconds. You can never make up your mind in a split second and not regret it so thats why I am not choosing I love both of you.

God Damn I hate split seconds. 

Converters

Hello People! 

My Title on this warm spring night is Converters This is because I have had a heated discussion with a linux user. It got me thinking and, well people that use different operating systems on their computers will always disagree. However they can never hold both parts of the dispute. 

Now not to be a snob but when I was in the debating club at school I picked up that you need two views to debate. This lad did not give me time to put a word in. When I finally managed to take possession of the argument I was always wrong and that there was something better out there in the jungle of options called Linux that will do the job better.

I look at a computer as a tool. (A tool that is an extension of me). But never the less a tool! Now you wouldn't give an electrician the tools made for a plumber. OK so to put that in the context of computers. My mac is well build for media based task and other basic stuff. I did choose a mac for the style too! Whereas Linux has too many tools that will get you confused when all you needed was a spanner (in the context of plumbers and electricians!) It will give the option of what colour, material and other non related choices.  

To summaries. Look around people there are more important factors in life that you should be debating over. The war in Iraq, Men and women risk there lives and all we can argue over is computer operating systems! WOW this society really does SUCK!

Cheers for reading Peeps!

Stay Cute

Jai

A great Book

Hello to you all!

It has been a long time... and the reason for that is that there has not been anything to share, as you will either fall asleep or look too deeply into matter that surrounds the post. 

I am reading a book at the moment (as you might get from the title!) and It is an awesome book! It looks very deeply into the life and thoughts of teenage life. It explores the ups, downs and well the in-betweens of our (meaning Teenage) amazing Life. You sees the insights of exploring the body, sexuality, first dates, masturbation, sex, drugs and the Rocky Horror Picture Show!

To say I will get a lot from this book will be an under statement. This is the teenage life just with a yellow cover and a price tag on it. Even though it was written in the 1999 and is set in 1991 and 1992 it still applies to the 'modern' world.

Just a quick note to say I am not the average Teenager. What I mean by this is I don't spend my evenings drinking and smoking and I don't go sleeping around. This has become the 'unusual'. What I am getting at here is that how stereotypes change, and well that the word stereotype should be banned!!! ARGHHH So if you see me never call me an average TEEN please!

All the best and stay cute! 

Jai