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Sunday, August 28, 2005
When friends are no longer friends...(part 1)

The guy was standing at the junction, looking down on the lifeless corpse of his friend. Blood was ebbing out of the friend’s mouth, and his body was twisted into a grotesque shape. Slowly, a pool of blood was already forming under the friend’s body. There was a sinister smile on the guy’s face, and it was a smile of satisfaction, a smile of pure happiness.

2 weeks back, the guy had finally made up his mind. He had been after a girl for quite long. She was everything he had wanted in a girl. Sweet, helpful, caring, she was all of it. Finally, he had come to a stage where he managed to muster up his courage to confess to the girl. He decided to ask the girl out the very next weekend and then confess his feelings to the girl. And the best thing is, the girl had agreed to go out with him.

His close friend had already known about his plan too. And he edged him on, encouraging him to go for it. In the past, whenever the guy had needed help in getting stuff for the girl, he had help out in whatever way he can. And at this critical juncture, he encouraged the guy on. The guy felt truly grateful that he had such good friend and it was his fortune to have met and known the friend.

However, unknown to the guy, the friend too had designs on the girl. Even though he knew that the guy was pretty much in love with the girl, he still made his move on the girl. He slowly got close to her, ask her out, chauffer her around and make himself as helpful to the girl as possible. All these happened while the guy was still kept in the dark.

Eventually, the guy suspected that something was wrong with the friend and decided to ask around. He managed to confirm the friend’s intention and alas, was he shocked. He was shocked that someone whom he had call friend actually backstabbed him in the back. He could never believe that he actually thought of the friend as his good friend all these while. He had made a terrible misjudgment and this misjudgment might jolly well cost him his chance with the girl of his dreams. He was not going to take it lying down.

He asked his friend out for dinner 3 days before his big day. He confronted the friend. And the friend, very “graciously” admitted he too was interested in the girl, but would wait until the guy had finish confessing to her before he make his move. The guy was super irate by the fact that the friend had already started making his move but still pretend to be a gentleman. He saw red and a huge row broke out. They got into a scuffle and were hustled out of the restaurant they were eating at.

Outside, the struggling continued. The friend pretended to be the nice guy and offered to be hit by the guy if that could appeased him, but that action only infuriate the guy even more. It only showed that the person he had once thought of as his good friend was a backstabbing phony. Just then, the guy spotted a car speeding along the road, and without thinking, he give a great push to the guy….

The guy was standing at the junction, looking down on the lifeless corpse of his friend. Blood was ebbing out of the friend’s mouth, and his body was twisted into a grotesque shape. Slowly, a pool of blood was already forming under the friend’s body. There was a sinister smile on the guy’s face, and it was a smile of satisfaction, a smile of pure happiness. He knew that he had won….

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