orchid.
liar liar liar liar liar,
pants on fire.
the non-existent eye contact.
the furtive glances.
the nonsensical, self-contradicting answers.
the stammers and stutters.
i hate it when people lie straight to my face. if you're thinking of doing just that, at least learn how to lie properly first, without giving yourself away because generally, things get really ugly when i find out. dont take me for some daft, gullible, bumbling idiot. the signs were so obvious i would have been legally blind - or blonde, your choice - not to have seen them! i feel terribly, horribly insulted when you insinuate that i am incapable of noticing a person's lying ways.
some people just dont know how to lie.
it's laughable because they still lie knowing they suck at it.
again, i went down for a cup of water before bedtime. i was annoyed to find that grandma's room light was switched on when she not even inside; she was in the living room watching tv. i dont like electricity going to waste. oh wait - i dont like anything going to waste for that matter. i didnt bother though, because my fear of finding some evil, grotesque monster/ghost in the middle of the night inside overrode my impulse to open the door and turn it off. too many ghost stories being shared in school LOL
as i was going up the stairs, the door suddenly opens and my brother's head pops out. i was surprised. then i became suspicious.
"just what the hell are you doing?!"
he rolls his eyes and says, "i'm on the phone..." in a tone implying it was so obvious he was.
i bump into him again a few minutes later upstairs. funny... because it's like i caught him red-handed doing something he wasnt supposed to do and he rushes to finish and clean up the crime scene.
"just how long were you on the phone?"
"urm, 30 minutes."
now, 30 minutes? 30 MINUTES? i saw him taking the phone at around 10 something. it was already 12am then. fyi, i was just curious and would have let it go had he not lied to my face. since he lied... well, you know i dont like liars.
"are you sure? you do know it's 12am already, right?"
"yea. so?"
"SO? didnt i see you take the phone at 10.30pm?"
"yea... so?"
"SO IT MEANS YOU'VE BEEN ON THE PHONE FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF."
there was minimal eye contact and a few hand gestures. his answers were slow, like he needed time to think. by now, i was already highly suspicious of him. why the fuck would he be lying?
"who were you talking to?"
"emmanuel," he says.
"about?"
"my computer project... software and stuff." he wasnt even looking at me. in fact, he had his back to me and was already going into the bathroom.
i mutter under my breathe and decide to study biology for awhile. but, was it over yet? NOPE. he even wished me a good night, which was odd. how incredulous! being extra nice, in hopes that i would brush aside all that was said and done? yea right.
trust me, i know of such strategies and tactics because...? i've been there and done that. yes, i've lied, but i dont give away immediately discernible signs. you wouldnt even know i was lying. BWAHAHA... ahem, but i lie only when the need arises. in 'emergencies', if that's any consolation.
i still want to know the reason he was lying. exactly what monstrous secret was he trying to hide?
maybe i was being paranoid.
maybe he was really lying.
maybe this is unnecessary.
i have this huge desire to watch harry potter & the half-blood prince.
i didnt know i would react like this, but it's just dawned on me that it is now finally showing in cinemas!
18 August 2009 at 00:04
i think he's most probably chatting with a girl. i know that there's this eurasian girl he likes and he keeps texting her everyday. top