A Weapon of Mass Destruction

Of late, I've been inspired to ask myself a very intriguing question. A question of such importance, with much emotional and self-provoking worth attached with it. No, it has absolutely nothing to do with the military, surprisingly. It is very much based on the affairs of the heart, a topic which I try very hard to avoid having tasted not much success in this field, try as I may. A rather close friend of mine, QueZo, had indicated that a girl has expressed her interest in him. Upon hearing that, I offered my congratulory handshake and my limited help along with it. And as if by reflex, the question immediately reflected in my mind, "How many girls have actually expressed their interest in me?"

Summoning my mathematical prowess, I added up each and every time when I got lucky with love. To my great dismay, I could not get past the big fat zero mark. So there it hangs, a zero on my report card where my close pal had gotten off the mark. To be honest, my inability to attract the fairer sex did not come as a big surprise to me, for I feel that I'm far too average a guy. Even any one of the lamp-posts on the streets would have been far more outstanding than me. Well, I'm still very glad for my friend now that this had happened, despite my pathetic state. We used to be in the same boat when it comes down to love but it seems that now he is in a class of his own, or so I think...

It turned out that QueZo may have attracted the wrong kind of girls after a much detailed analysis, which I shall term it fatal attraction. Attraction of the deadliest kind, for it does not survive long once its shelf-life has expired and it deals a serious bit of damage to the attractor's fragile and emotional heart. The attractee, like a tourist on a stopover midway from the final destination, stays around the transit lounge and spends a fair bit, contributing to business at the air terminal. Just when everybody's happy, their time is up and they leave in a jiffy, forgetting to clean up the mess they left behind. And my mate, the QueZo international airport, will have to stay open for these familiar tourists, no matter rain or shine. So far, he has had two tourists visited him but it may not stop there. I can say that this stop-and-go has left QueZo in a pretty bad shape and quite worn out.

This leads up to another problem, which is how do you actually know, that when a girl expresses her interest in you, if it is truly Lady Luck and Love shining on you or a disaster in the making, the latter being much more of an insincere opening up of her feelings towards an unknowing victim. The ambiguity that surrounds this question clouds up most of us and fails to fade away. My perception of such matters has also taken a twist, engineered by the twisted nature of such an event. If I happen to be the advisor to the UN, I would have classify these acts as a form of terrorism, as they are uncalled for and very unneccessary, causing innocent victims if these acts are unselective. It may just be a simple "I like you" but the motive is questionable. Such weapons of mass destruction shouldn't even be paraded in the first place.

Without doubt, there are many instances of the usage of this weapon that turned out to be quite a happy affair, mainly due to the fact that they are used for the right motives. Quite similarly, a nuclear plant could turn out to be extremely deadly if fallen to the wrong hands. Sincerity and credibility are what guys look for, especially when it comes to "I like you" but if the example of QueZo is anything to go by, I rather not wish it upon myself. In that case, I'd better thank my lucky stars for shining on me and protecting me. If only they could just do the same when it comes to soccer betting, I would be a contented man. That's another story altogether and for the time being, I will have to raise my guard against any girl who says "I like you". Now if that is ever going to happen...

HIStory Of Her

It is as near to you as your life, but you can never wholly understand it. -Sepet

He had given up all hope
Resigned to his fate.
Once terrorised by an experience
that he can never forget.
It left a scar in his heart
He's wounded for life.
All that had changed when she appeared...

She became a saviour to him
Saving him from going under.
Her pure simplicity touched him
Her gentleness warmed his heart.
She came from a difficult background
He sincerely wanted to help
A chance with her was never on the cards but he did not mind...

Blinded and mesmerised by this angel
He knew she was the one.
But his road to happiness is littered with obstacles,
Impossible to overcome.
Never did he knew
That this one-way street
Wasn't going to be big enough for two...

A belief in something so strong
Kept him holding on.
Though they were very much different
In words and thoughts.
They became a little more closer than friends,
But yet a little short of being lovers.
He persistently held on, never wanting to give up
He never saw it coming...

She already had someone else in her life
That piece of news cut through his heart like a knife.
Whatever it is he told himself never to give up
He wanted to be there for her even if he could not win her heart.
The ending may not pretty but nothing could deter him
He already had a place for her in his heart
He simply couldn't live without her...

His dream finally materialized,
When she agreed to a date with him.
Talked and shared about everything they had,
Just like two long-time friends.
They had even caught a movie together
Deep in his heart he wished this date could last forever
But all good things come to an end, this he should have known better...

He had to leave her behind,
To fulfill certain obligations in his life.
Farewell to the place where they first met,
Farewell to everything he thought... or wished he had
He could come back and see her again
Hoping that she will not forget
But in reality will things turn out the way he wanted?...

She had already moved on to another phase of life,
A new place, new job to start over again.
They gradually lost contact in the months to come,
He yearned to see her and hear from her
At least to know how she is doing.
What could he do?
Is the feeling he had for her mutual?...

Now his hope just hangs upon a string,
She and him could never be.
But no matter what he finally knows,
deep down in his heart
She will be loved...

Bye Bye Ring Ring

Call them whatever you like, handphones,cellphones,mobile or a fashion accessory, these little inventions that were once a revelation in technology are now simply a menace. It didn't occur to me initially, when the tinge of excitement and anticipation of possessing a little mobile gadget were still hanging over my head. After years of cohabiting with my mobile, I've realised that it bears a slight resemblance to women, or rather girlfriends and wives in particular, at least from my own opinion.

They are what you cannot live without but you wish that you could... at times. Times when they get especially irritating, when you just want a quite peaceful afternoon to yourself but they just keep whining at you constantly, getting on your nerves. When you wish to have them by your side they simply disappear and go out of sight. When you need them, the reception never gets better, try as you may. Just as guys have difficulties keeping their eyes peeled on some other beautiful ladies, there always seem to be newer and more attractive new models (phones, that is) that catches their attention. And when you happen to forget about them for a day, be prepared to get grilled when you face them the next time. That was what I encountered when I so conveniently left my mobile behind at home as I went out.

The thought of my mobile phone immediately crossed my mind when I could not find my friend that I was supposed to meet at the MRT station. The option of returning back home to retrieve it was not entirely out of the question but I understood that along with it came the risk of turning up late for duty. Weighing my options carefully, I finally chose to eliminate the risk rather than having my handphone with me along with some senseless military punishment meted out. The military are well-known to be quite ruthless when it comes to these sort of things... and rather brainless too. In a way itself, I felt that it could be a challenge to me, to see if a mobile phone is indeed that indispensable. Well, all I can say is that the absence of my precious mobile was replaced by a day of serenity and peace.

First of all, the right side of my pants felt a sensation like never before. Not only lighter, but the unsightly and uncomfortable bulge has also disappeared. Secondly, the likelihood of my day being plagued by unneccessary calls and SMSes was nil, providing me a rare chance to relish the feeling of vanishing away from reality into my own wonderland where no one could find me. It felt pretty good overall, except for the occasional urges to indulge in messaging and to call. Living without a mobile phone did not turn out to be that disastrous, as some might think.

The real problem came when I finally reached home later that day. My handphone screen simply read "22 missed calls". The problem wasn't quite big anyway as majority of those missed calls were simply made by A friend of mine(a guy..) who needed to contact me. It would have been more comforting for me if those 22 missed calls consisted of
1.A girl that I like and wished she would call
2.A girl that I admire and hope that she may call even though that is quite impossible
3.Any other friend except that particular guy

At least the thought of me being remembered by so many would have brightened up my day very much indeed.