My detective work is done

That’s it. I’m done. All in the last 24 hours. All I need to do was get more info on that handphone of his. And what do I get? My mom spilling the beans! Of all humans in the whole world, SHE DID! And she wanted me SO much to spy on dad. Even she was the one who choose which university I have to go to, just so I’m able to spy on your little SWEETIE PIE. If I told you about the handphone dad would have killed me ON the spot!

Why am I rambling so much? Sorry, I am so upset. I am banging on the keyboards like mad. I can’t take it. Especially when mom told me about my freakin detective work. I HATE IT! JUST AS I was going to get my hit on the big thing. Just when I almost got my hands on that handphone. Now dad knows, he calls me stupid, freakin quarreled with me, and supposedly after this ask his secretary to ban my cordial visits. Fuk you people (I am sorry, I’m mad.)

I’ve never seen dad so freakin mad with me. I’ve never seen first hand, mom’s confrontation with dad. I’ve never been involved, honestly. But when dad starts accusing me of stupid and a big fat liar; and mom said that I was getting info on some girl and ‘you can’t lie on that’, I had to choose sides. At that split second, I chose dad. I told mom that the community website dad was trying to access was fake, and nothing more than a faulty link, and that I have checked it ‘just this morning’. Mom’s face was like nothing I’ve ever seen before, like she was hit by an anvil head on. I guess mom can’t believe what I said too.

I don’t know why I chose dad. The first thing on my mind was that I won’t be able to get hold of that handphone again. Or was it because I had been close to dad since I was little and I don’t wanna jeopardize that relationship?


But wait.

Maybe it’s just my brain, but there was something wrong with that confrontation.

By citing psychologists who study liars and truth-tellers, this is what I noticed:

Truth—when confronted, directly deny (I didn’t do it)
Liar—beat around the bush first BEFORE making a denial(Do you believe that I’d do that, maybe that’s partly true, why did you say that, people believed in me, everyone’s been asking that to me(OJ Simpson’s word), this isn’t the right time to say that, this is a special day and you just ruined it—dad’s word)

Truth—when confronted, tone of voice is really natural, albeit angry/confused.
Liar—unnatural, such as sudden high pitched voice, ‘hollywooding’ (that’s the psychologist’s term for people who suddenly become drama-like), gripping on edges of sofa or desk although it’s not a natural tic (US president on the Watergate scandal did that), and all of those stuffs the individual does that he won’t when he is naturally angry/upset. Dad? I think he did the ‘hollywooding’.

Was he afraid? Of me? And I just knew about his handphone. He gave me ten minutes on his PC this afternoon, and I managed to do nothing since he was breathing down my neck. I only managed to catch a glimpse of the new top-up card exclusively for a handphone number registered under a new phone network (similar to the new handphone’s). It has a picture of Lampard and dad was the World Cup-obsessed type so he HAD to keep it. But he did, putting it right on his little desk for me to see.

Boy, you can tell that you’re really stupid by doing that.

I am really stupid too.

Next time I won’t tell mom ANYTHING. Or anyone else for that matter.
You’ll be able to read this exclusively here, nowhere else.

What about that handphone?

Till we meet again.

I won’t forget you at all.