Liarrr!!!

I really dont understand why people lie for no reason. I would be the biggest liar on earth if i said i've never lied in my life....Ofcourse i have and i still do? My mums supposed to think that i dont smoke. But this sorta white lie which you easily see through....most of the time, helps you out of some very uncomfy situations. (If any kiddy widdys are reading my blog taint the best thing to resort to ....like ever). Sometimes the truth is better untold....like how you got knocked up and had the kid flushed out, or how you dont have any faith in god, or how you like to sniff dunlop from time to time and masturbate watching tele tubbies.

But your not just a liar your a fraud and an imposter when you tell people that you've done your PHD or had lunch with Tyra Banks. If your one of em who likes to stretch the truth or just create history out of thin air, ask yourself why you do it? Is it because you would like the people to think you are fabulous? Well someone might beleive you for a second but when the truth comes out....you'll be the laughing stock and the untrustable hypocrite. A lot of Maldivians tend to take this path(i havent done a survey or anything but very short people with big heads mostly). One such example is Mathee...well if you happened to go to City garden last year you might have seen him. He is hard to miss being a maldivian blond(shame!!!...no blue eyes). Well this lil bugger would come and sit with us, i used to think he was being friendly but later i realized that he just wanted to share his ability to fabricate. According to him he was the owner of City garden, and he had a luxury penthouse...god knows where and with a fully stocked bar. Seems all he needed was a wife to share his wealth with. Apparently he was in a realtionship with a German tart and had tatooed a love letter she had sent to him on his ass.....that is right on his teeny weeny microscopic tooshy. i wonder if that twist in the tale was meant to wow me....i mean like wow...hehehe. Oh! and then the hair, he had two strands of weak hair flying in the wind when he said that not long back he had had dread locks that reached upto his ass crack......i mean like could he be any cooler. Oh my and the 14,000 dollar watch that he wore.....i wonder if they still sell those at Makhma on Chaandhanee Magu. he also told me how was the BUTLAA(butler) at HILTANH(Hilton) and FOUR SEASANH(Four Seasons) and had deejayed at both resorts plus in Germany. In the end he turned to be just a waiter or supervisor at the Cafe' who occasionally liked to take advantage of girls stupid enough to drink with him. In the end when he went missing from City garden we found out that he had been fired for slackin off....well this ending made the BUTLAA the subject for many of my wise cracks.

In truth none of the lies he told were harmful for me or anyone else for that matter. Lies just come back and bite the liarr in the ass. People get tired of listening to your phony baloney and wont even beleive you when you tell the truth. But i know this is a very serious condition and can only be cured by intensive therapy. It seems that a painful or embarrasing past shapes you into a two faced liar. You cant simply confront the liar and tell him or to her face and be done with it. If worse comes to worse the liar will just move onto another unsuspecting group and start his game of deception. But mind you that by the time your 30 most of the people around you will be aware of your disease and will try and avoid the afliction and you will be left alone.

Sometimes making up too many stories will confuse you about who you are in reality. So dont be a fool and lose yourself. You know your the coolest!! and people who can't accept you for who you are can just shove it. Look at paris hilton she is a super rich bitch but nobody likes her..this goes to show that material may buy slaves, tag alongs and fancy gadgetry but they wont buy you friends. I know you dont have a Lamborghini, but i still love you.