Nyahahahak....

sorry, Miss Pam....
I took this picture.


Anyway, updates about the investigation.
Did I just call it 'investigation?"
OOOH!!! I'm a detective! Dream come true (wasn't my dream supposed to be a manga-ka? eh...)


Can't believe it!
I had an empty slot after some boring classes, so I decided, like, what the hell, I'm gonna do it today, now or never. So I slotted into his office. Freak! I had to think of excuses if he sees me. Number one excuse:
"I wanna use your water cooler. I'm thirsty."
EEEKK!(buzzer sound)Unnacceptable!
2: "I wanted to get the support signatures for course exemption"
EEEEKKK! (but still, a bit acceptable. But what if he found me at that PC, with a pack of crackers on my lap(his), and opening his History folder in the PC?)

So I went, and I had to scan through =200 documents and pictures quickly while glancing to the door to see if I'll see his heavy footsteps. I found, like a dozen, that's even after scouring the recycle bin too, and I had only like 15 seconds to see it and immediately send it to my bro so he could read it for me. The rest of it--well, let me read it first and then I'll tell you--tomorrow, hopefully. I've been I'll for a few days until now.

Okay, FYI my mom didn't tell me to do that detective work. Nor my sister or my brother. I wanted to. The adrenaline rush when you get that 'oh-my-god-what-is-this-document-doing-here' just keeps me going. Tell me bad, but at least I didn't copy out the final year document and sell them 5 bucks a piece.

I found also notes from his students. One said that he's REALLY NICE. Oh, sure, sister, why do I dream of him trying to stab me with a dagger? Why do I feel scared whenever I'm close enogh with him. Why am I only timidly laughing through his jokes. He scares the shit out of me. Ican see RIGHT THROUGH HIM. In each of those sweet smiles his eyebrows furrowed. In each of those jokes they were a word with one or two tones high-pitched than usual, as if indicating cynism. There used to be glances of "Hi, come in to my office", and now it's picking up the paper and tidiyng all of the documents before I had a look.

I found everything changing in this home of mine. Bro told me this place is cold war-like, but as I came home from college, they look nice. Maybe it's them--fooling me. Last time they did that, and I thought they were coming back together, until my sis told me he dated back with her and a piece of cake. I have become more paranoid now. When I was at his office yesterday, I was wondering if he had an 'unexpected leave' since he didn't even show up. I was imagining another date, with a bigger chocolate cake (why does it have to be chocolate) until I saw a wedding invitation for him right on his desk. Sigh....


I gave mom a motivational casette for her birthday a few days ago. Since this crises, she has been litsening to morning motivational shows. The title of my casette is "Helping you to cope the Tsunami of your marriage". Sounds tacky? Imagine my face while buying it at the bookstore, filled with kids my age. The writing on the inlay tackled me, though. It goes:

"Even the mother Earth has faces her own storms and hurricanes.....let alone life itself"


Hey wait. Now I'm freaking out. I heard sounds beyond the door. I hope It's not dad.

Man, I can't stand this heart pounding scenes. Except the detective part, I mean. That was cool, way above else.

bbye.