Thursday, October 19, 2006
-Oh................................... My Fucking God-
I didnt realise the full impact of it yet but now that i have finally reached home after my most unlucky, arduous and definitely irritating mount from camp, I think im finally going properly into stage 3 of my grieving. Im fucking going into a bloody, no holds barred bitch fit.
Today on the cab i heard from the radio station that some shit head in india had invented a new lie detection system, where the person tested for lying is not interviewed based on his blood pressure, pulse and heart beats as well as reflex actions. Instead, wires are connected to detect his brain waves and images of scenes where the investigations took place would be shown to him; the theory is based on the fact that our brain would respond automatically due to the process of accumulative memory, so if that bastard said that he wasnt at the scene of the crime he would be oh-so dead if his little brain decides to even tickle a little at the sight of the crime scene.
For my issue though, it was be the friggin picture of my ipod because that was exactly the item that was stolen from me in my camp! I cannot believe someone would dare steal from me. If i know who it is i would cut his balls off and make sure that i thrash talk him till he wished his mother had never given birth to him. How dare he! how dare he!
Well as i mentioned, i couldnt proceed comfortably into my grieving zone bcause some of my pals were recalled back from home just for some bullshit session from my officer who i think at the end of the day, was more concentrated in scolding my entire shift instead of finding my ipod. G-R-E-A-T. Phil was telling me that he thought i was still behaving almost as if i never owned it, but this morning when i tried to take a bus home and realised i wouldnt have any music, boy did it hit home hard. Hence the cab. Hence the twenty bucks. (God tt thief is so dead for making me waste another twenty on the cab).
This over-exposure over my saga has been darn disturbing, i was telling them that it was the situation of LRSAC (long run sociability average curve) with the axis of friends as well as exposure. I think right now, im getting known in all the wrong ways and my friends in camp should most probably decline soon. There goes the resume. Can you picture the curve? Sigh im really all nonsense now you know!
Desperate Housewives, Grey's anatomy, Ugly betty, Prison Break, Gilmore girls save my soul.
Written fashion may not be history @11:11 PM
