Story

An interesting banter takes place everytime this particular person speaks to me. It's not exactly one of those brainless flirtatious repartee and yet laced with acrylic sacarsm, it had the tendency to put a wry smile on my face or at times churn guffaws, which I pronounced all wrong when I spoke to this friend earlier today on the effect he had on me. And yet after putting down the phone I almost always have to wipe that huge smirk or wide smile off my face because I would wonder why this toughnut guy would have a ready tongue in cheek answer at any kind of abuse,as he claims I hurl at him. Sure,if U consider my little quirky quips which were harmless and innocent as elegant abuse.The man however sounded like he had fun with his comebacks and my try-hard attempts as well, so well,I am happy so long as the charitable act of making others cheered is at my expense,it is A-OK. This reminds me therefore of a story I remember between 2 friends quite sometime ago. Yes,storytelling is the most entertaining part of Facebook,other than those excellent applications that I see are thrown to me by the throngs and thousands everyday. I recently became the biggest committee member of this facebook group that says " If someone sends me another application, Im going to eat their parents". I too am a loyal member of the "I secretly want to punch people who walk too slowly at the back of their heads" and a fond favourite of the “他妈的，你妈妈“group. Right,let me glorify Facebook before I get back to my story. I happen to love those personality tests they have,because I cannot stop finding out why I am so different in every test I take. I became Sylar,the serial killing psychopath from Heroes, Homer,who loves donuts, Phoebe from Friends,Ginny Weasely from Harry Potter,Alex from Grey's Anatomy. Oh and apparently I was a Saint according to the "How Evil Are U" test and I should live in Los Angeles because I am perfectly capable of stepping on other people's toes, and wow, I am a Guru when it comes to being a lover and a very playful kisser???? I love it. It's such a delicious load of nonsense I cannot help but take more personality tests. So yes, after I'm done taking those I become all happy and fascinated because I discovered an amazing new angle to my personality I never knew existed. I took a "What Kind Of Serial Killer Are U" test and immediately deleted it for fear that people will know I was that dude who lured Jews to his house and looted them,for fear that my Jewish friends woulf ignore me forever and stone me at the very next time they see me.

So,back to that story. This is by no means an attempt to be corny or cheesy,it is a story,someone else's life, not my pathetic attempts to write under a guise,even if most people did that.I am more creative trust me. The personality test has said I'm the colour red and am prone to honesty.There.


Boy and Girl were platonic friends. Are,I suppose,since they are not dead yet. Boy and Girl are platonic friends,but they have had this friendship since a couple of years ago when they first met under work circumstances and from hanging out in the same group of friends.About 4 years have passed since Boy and Girl knew each other and their friendship had changed or rather grown and morphed over the years. A few years ago before Girl left the country to pursue her studies, she texted Boy on the way to the airport that she might have secretly harboured a crush on him. He replied that there always were some form of sparks flying around,and Girl smiled while she walked into the departure hall.She was not asking nor expecting anything from Boy when she told him that,but somehow he seemed to reply in a way that made her like it and yet it wasn't something that U can scream or shout because anything was really happening. I suppose the honesty was a first step to a better friendship between the 2 friends.

Boy went on to date a gorgeous,drop dead as hell woman and Girl went on to date a talented,magnificient and sugar and spice-and all things-nice kindda guy and they led separate lives for a while,in loose contact.Girl returned back to the country on one occassion and hung out with the regular group and Boy was there,by this time,our friend Boy was starting to make waves in his career and Girl felt a little impressed and awed yet distanced from him. Yet,after the other mates left,Girl and Boy were left conversing to each other. They spoke,not in the superficial sort of roundabout style where U ask in 100 ways about the variety of summers they had in Singapore,since there were 10 suns in the skies there. They spoke and asked each other how the other had been,in that interested,really caring way. And this was the first time Girl told Boy about a tragic scar in her unhappy childhood. Boy also shared about his unhappy scar in his past and they absorbed the other's information with that kind of intensity U get when runners lunged for that first drop of water after a marathon.Or picture hungry gypsies edging each other out for that loaf of bread while the song "Caravan of LOve" plays softly in the background.

Another time Girl came home,it was a rainy day and she talked to Boy on the phone before a regrettable argument and misunderstanding took place. Boy thought that Girl was implying something when she talked to him about some trivial matter,they quarrelled and did not speak for an extended period. After a while Girl heard Boy and his beautiful girlfriend broke up.She was however still attached. During that period Girl hardly spoke to Boy,but on the times they did,they became acquaintances. However the gap was narrowed when Girl started talking to Boy again over emails and the use of agents such as Friendster and Skype. They had an uncanny form of chemistry which resulted in comical retorts and smartass comebacks. Every conversation was laden with a witty malice. They went to some East Coast prawn noodle place once when Boy told Girl that he actually did feel a special sense of connection between them. It amazed and yet did not amaze Girl. She subconsciously knew this and yet it was unmistakably surprising to hear it. In a way Girl was smiling when Boy told her that because I guess she felt that connection too. Eventually Girl also broke up.

Boy and Girl did not get together if that's what u were wondering about. They were still meeting up every now and then till this day as platonic friends who knew the other was a little bit special. Girl thinks that Boy however may have a hundred special other female friends and even though pride prevents her from expressing it,she felt a little of that nagging jealousy creeping up to mar her face with greenish colour from time to time. She felt like The Incredible Hulk. Okay,maybe not that Incredible nor biggish. In a nutshell this sinister attraction served to be a strange kind of tension sometimes becos Boy had a fiery temper and threw it around like a beach volleyball. Girl sometimes felt that she was always looking for the fire escapes in case Boy started another forest fire with his fury. He was angry with alot of things,and presently disgruntled with various aspects of his life.

I think Boy and Girl are such interesting characters becos they were mirror images sometimes. Like the saying like poles repel,come one day these people think they might try to hit a high note with their chemistry,they would only be tragic casualties of war,so they have decided to become each other's doppelganger or I suspect till that bird,"stork" i was talking about comes to kidnap one of them away.