Near Death Experience

I never realized that getting your NBI clearance was such a NEAR-death experience. If it weren't for a few nice people i've met during the whole ordeal, I might have been checked in at Mental Hospital yesterday.

BRUTAL. The world is absolutely BRUTAL. People screaming at each other, fighting for NO REASON and just plain ANNOY whoever gets in their way of CLEARANCE.

I will never get any sort of clearance again. Even if I have to pay someone to do it for me.

They TOUCH you EVERYWHERE! Think PRISON WAR. I actually feel sorry for few of the guys' balls. Must have hurt.

"WHY DOES IT TAKE SO LONG?!!"

"FASTER!"

"YOU'RE WASTING OUR TIME!"

"LAZY PEOPLE!"

"WE PAID FOR THIS!" 

"GRRRR!"

Anyway, bottom line is, you'll end up gang raped.

And to top it all, I was in the HIT list. Which means, I either committed a crime or someone with a name like mine committed a crime and they cannot clear me unless they established that that person is not me. (which, of course, it probably is, considering the number of JAYWALKING cases I managed to collect during high school.)

Nothing's new with the world. My cellphone has broke down, my wallet is under coma and I myself am dying from lack of anything new.

ZZZzzz.

Carpe diem.