punk bu punk?
About 4 months ago, one of my best friends ran into a pretty bad relationship problem and had to fly to Europe to salvage the relationship. A concerned friend of ours smsed and emailed me repeatedly to ask me to meet up with the friend, keep an eye on him (which is necessary as he is inclined to do silly things, especially at times when he's emotionally blinded=)) and to lend him a shoulder to cry on.
Circumstances dictated that I did not get to meet him then (I was in Finland, school was reopening, Yeejia was here etc) even though, if I had just half the spontaneity that my friend has, nothing would have stop me from taking a Euroline south to look for him.
Anyway, when I was first informed that my friend was coming to Europe to salvage his relationship, I was pretty convinced that it was a punk plotted by the 2 friends. I was expecting them to turn up at Noisy Champs and say, "hey Chye!" and give me the look and the smile and the nod of the head that screams "you've been punked!" and I would coolly tell them, "hah...so lousy, I had already seen through your plan lah". But there was no sign of them at Noisy Champs when I returned from Finland. So I gave my friend (the one in Europe) a call. And he recounted to me what happened, in a voice that sounded like his tears were flowing down his throat. And I was worried, initially. After we hung up, I was again thinking that it might still be a punk, that him and his girlfriend would turn up in Paris that weekend and we would all be having a good laugh. But it was not to be and he was seriously heartbroken.
I'm kind of ashame of myself for not trusting them completely from the beginning. We've punked each other so much that we (or at least I am) are always looking out for the next punk. When someone tells me certain things out of the extraordinary, I would be wondering if he's telling me the truth or if he is laying a punk. That's how trust got diluted. But because we play pranks on each other so often, there's always the chance of something fun happening. And fun is something always worth looking out for.
So if you guys don't mind sacrificing a bit of trust between us, let's just see who can pull off the next successful punk=)
Circumstances dictated that I did not get to meet him then (I was in Finland, school was reopening, Yeejia was here etc) even though, if I had just half the spontaneity that my friend has, nothing would have stop me from taking a Euroline south to look for him.
Anyway, when I was first informed that my friend was coming to Europe to salvage his relationship, I was pretty convinced that it was a punk plotted by the 2 friends. I was expecting them to turn up at Noisy Champs and say, "hey Chye!" and give me the look and the smile and the nod of the head that screams "you've been punked!" and I would coolly tell them, "hah...so lousy, I had already seen through your plan lah". But there was no sign of them at Noisy Champs when I returned from Finland. So I gave my friend (the one in Europe) a call. And he recounted to me what happened, in a voice that sounded like his tears were flowing down his throat. And I was worried, initially. After we hung up, I was again thinking that it might still be a punk, that him and his girlfriend would turn up in Paris that weekend and we would all be having a good laugh. But it was not to be and he was seriously heartbroken.
I'm kind of ashame of myself for not trusting them completely from the beginning. We've punked each other so much that we (or at least I am) are always looking out for the next punk. When someone tells me certain things out of the extraordinary, I would be wondering if he's telling me the truth or if he is laying a punk. That's how trust got diluted. But because we play pranks on each other so often, there's always the chance of something fun happening. And fun is something always worth looking out for.
So if you guys don't mind sacrificing a bit of trust between us, let's just see who can pull off the next successful punk=)
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