A good friend of mine, Reller, had this amazing triangle relationship with 2 girls during poly years. One happens to be my good friend, while the other one was in the same course with him. Things kind of gotten out of hand and it became quite a story.
To make the matter worse, both female lead happens to born in the same month, just 2 days and a year apart, from each other. You can imagine the headache that Reller had to go through whenever October came round the corner for a visit. Dealing with 2 person with the almost exact same personalities is no joke. If it’s sweet, you consider yourself as a lucky bastard! BUT if it’s not, it’s like going through hell for 2 times and barely making crawling back alive.
I happened to meet with Reller for dinner a few days ago. It’d been a long time since we’d last met up. I’m surprised that he chose White for the new car he’d recently bought. I asked him why. And he said, “It’s either you get White or you get Black!”
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Is that what we even call answering the question? I’m just shocked to learn that such a lazy person like him would choose something that will get dirty easily. And there he goes, sounding all weird, with a hint of depth.
I noticed that the car plate is ‘EN 91 D’. I did a mental run in my memory but came out with no link to a possible reference to people who are important in his life. You know? Things that matters. I asked him, “What’s the significance of 91?”
He studied me for a moment, and asked, “What’s 9 +1 ?”
” 10? So? Meaning? ” I replied impatiently. I just LOVE it when people answer my question, with their question!
“Correct! ( Like how challenging is that? ) 10! One to Zero! Beginning to the End! I didn’t managed to get the number 1 or the number 10! Now not everyone can handle these kind of numbers for a car plate! You’ll need that kind of life for it!”
My jaw dropped! I blinked and said, “You are fucking out of your mind!”
My world stopped turning for a split seond when he informed me that those sound systems which he’d installed in his car cost him a beatiful $7k. Beyonce’s HALO was playing at that point of time. I was telling him how good the song and commented on the powerful vocal’s of BK.
“No! It’s because of the sound systems!”
“Hello! It’s not! It’s Beyonce singing! That’s why!” I reasoned.
“No! It’s the sound system!” he insisted.
I considered my options, a) Look out the car window, enjoy the ride and music, or b) get into a senseless debate with a possessed so-called good friend over his few months old baby . I choose the former. He told me to sit back and rest my head against the seat to feel the difference of a car with a $7k sound systems installed.
I did as I was told and he asked, “How do you feel?”
“Ermm my face feels cold?” I replied. The air was blowing directly at my face
Happy days~
While waiting for his girlfriend to knock off ( We drove to pick her up from work to go dinner ), he asked me whether did SHE called me as HER birthday is coming! I reminded him that me and SHE aren’t close to being with. LEt’s not even start on hanging out once in a fortnight!
Apparently, a colleague of his played a prank and sent SHE a message via MSN. It’s just a stupid message filled with ‘ak.rjhdefheo;’fherno;weufwe’;rf9ywe’fnwef9hwe;f;’. Yet, that seems to spark her off. The result? A very long email telling Reller to leave her alone, not to appear in front of her anymore blah blah…
See what I meant by Amazing? The whole fiasco started back in Poly year 1? And it’d been a good 5 to 6 years already.
Reller sighed and said, “Though we can’t be lovers, we still can be friends ain’t it? “
“Harlo? You kind of toyed with her feelings and you expect her to become friends with you?” I asked, at the same time, called him crazy for the second time of the night.
What the hell is he thinking anyway?
