Story Time: Part 3

Feb 14th 2005. It was a rainy afternoon. Mike and Tim met up to have lunch as they always do every other day. There are times when Mike does not see Tim that often, but when they do, they talk like long lost friends. Although Tim did not make it to university, he eventually signed on to the Air Force hoping to be a pilot one day. His dream was to fly around the world. After lunch, they were heading to their favourite cinema for a movie. As it was a rainy day and they did not have any umbrella, they waited at a shelter for the green man at a cross junction. When it came, they dashed across the road. To the horror of many people around the junction, a car did not managed to stop in time and was heading straight at Mike as he was dashing across the road. A hand pushed Mike away in the nick of time. The last thing Mike heard was a loud boom before he lost consciousness.

When Mike woke up, he was surrounded by his mum and dad as well as a few of his relatives. He felt his leg bandaged up but it feel alright. His parents told him that his was only slightly injured on his left leg as he was pushed away from the car just in time. Mike was worried. He asked, ‘Where is Tim? Is he okay, did he save me?’ He was getting real worried. His parents and relatives whispered among themselves. After a few minutes, his dad told him firmly, ‘Tim saved you and he got hit by the car instead and was killed instantly.’ Mike was devastated by the news of the death of his best friend. He started to weep uncontrollably. He knew he was the cause of Tim’s death though his parents keep reminding him that it was just an accident and no one wanted that to happen either.

One fine day, Laura opened her drawer and took out a cute little jewellery box. She opened it and smiled to herself. ‘What should she use today?’ she though to herself. She peeked into the box. Inside were pieces of razor, sharp pencil leads, needles and a bottle of antiseptic lotion. She looked at her arm and saw some scars on it. She decided to let them heal a bit more before playing with the items again. Her parents were out working as usual, but not before handing her a hectic schedule of the day. Normally, Laura would dread seeing that schedule. However, recently, she accepted the schedule with a smile on her face and even bid farewell to her parents, wishing them to have a nice day at work. She had been behaving like this ever since she found a new hobby.

Suddenly, she thought of a new idea. She went to the fridge, filled up a big bowl with ice, and immersed her hands into it. She felt good, real good. First the coldness, then the numbness, and finally to a certain extend, frostbite. You know when ice stick to your hand, its painful to remove. To Laura, the feeling was pure joy. After a good 20 minutes of that, she slowly removed the ice that was stuck to her hand. A bit of flesh was torn off, but Laura couldn’t care less. She washed up, applied some antiseptic lotion and continued with her hectic schedule for the day. Her parents did not know of her new found hobbies and the hobbies was what kept Laura sane from that demanding schedule. She managed to enroll in the university after coming out in the top 10% of the college cohort as expected by many. She got into the same course as Mike. The only difference is that Mike was already a 2nd year student and Laura was a still a freshie. They first met on orientation day.

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Soul Behind The Face
Music: Rudolf SchenkerLyrics: Klaus Meine

Would you care for me if I was deaf and blind
Would you hear my voice if I was always quiet
Would you hold my hand if I was going to fall
Would you cry for me would you know my name at all

Would you be there if I was on the ground
Would you be my friend if no one was around
Would you hold me close if I was in the cold
Would you pray for me would you know my name at all

Would you care would you be there
For the soul behind the face
Would you love me for what I am

Would you care would you be there
For the soul behind the face
Would you love me for what I am

Would you care would you be there
For the soul behind the face
Would you love me for what I am

Would you care would you be there
For the soul behind the face
Would you love me for what I am
Would you love me for what I am
Would you love me for what I am
Would you love me for what I am

Just a random post. Storytime Part 3 will be out shortly :)

Story Time: Part 2

Feb 14th 1990, Mike was seven years old then. He was a bubbly boy whom everyone loved. Whenever he visited his relatives, he would greet them very politely and gave them his biggest smile. The smile alone will melt many hearts. It was also when he was seven, he got to know a boy name Tim. Tim was a shy boy and rarely speaks. One fine day, as Mike was returning home from school, he saw Tim alone at the playground. He knew they were from the same school and he felt a special affinity to Tim the very moment he saw him. He approached Tim and offered to play with him. As it was the case for many children, the ice was broken very quickly and within minutes, they were playing the swings and merry go round in the playground. When it was time to go home, Mike bided Tim goodbye. Strangely enough, Tim left without a word. For the next one week, Mike did not see Tim in school. He wondered why but was too busy with his own studies to care.

It was after a week that Mike saw more of Tim in school and around his neighbourhood. He approached Tim again and asked him what happened to him. Tim replied saying he was sick but was well again. ‘Let’s go play!’ exclaimed Tim with a big smile on his face. From that day onwards, Mike became very good friends with Tim and their friendship would last for the many years to come. Tim would usually come to Mike’s place to chat with him but would often do that when Mike’s parents are out. They spoke about many things. However, when Mike asked Tim about his family and stuff like that, Tim would always reply saying ‘please do not ask me that, I don’t really wish to speak about my background, I hope you can understand. If the time is right to let you know, I will ok?’ Being a sensible boy, Mike understood and did not probe further. Both of them grew up and went to the same secondary school and after to poly. Mike made it through to university but Tim did not. However they are still very good buddies after all these years. Well, good things don’t last and what happened in 2005 when they were 22 years of age and with a bright future ahead of them changed Mike’s life forever.

Feb 14th 1990, Laura was a bright six year old girl. She was identified having a high IQ at an early age and was placed in a special program to develop her gift. Her parents were very proud of her and she is the envy of her many relatives. Laura spoke fluently for a six year old and can play the piano really well at such a tender age. As she grew up and became more sensible to the world around her, she realized that actually, having a gift is not a very good thing after all. Every day, she mixes with people having the same gift as her and they do not really communicate well with one another. It was like everyone is trying to outdo one another to be the best in class. She do not have any time to socialize and make new friends as her daily schedule was jammed packed with activities and she hardly have time even to watch the TV or go shopping like most other teenagers. Although she was used to this dreaded routine everyday, a part of her still yearned to be just like a normal teenager, go on shopping trips with friends, chatting on the phone, watching TV and go on dates etc.

When Laura was 15, she began to feel depressed over her life and cruel schedule. She felt like her mind was going to explode and she really wanted to escape, to free herself from the world. However, she was afraid that her parents would be worried and she herself would feel guilty if she ran away. She virtually became a slave to her punishing schedule and every morning, she felt like she was a robot, repeating her routine of activities over and over again. One day, while cutting an apple, she accidentally cut herself. She did not feel the pain as the blood oozes out from her finger. Instead she seemed to like it. Her mum saw her smiling to herself watching the blood flows and rushed to bandage it for her and scolded her for being so careless. Laura turned a deaf ear to the scolding because she already had something in mind, something fun!

Story Time: Part 1

Don’t say things which you don’t mean
“Dear, I love you forever too,” whispered Laura into Mike’s ears. They were both alone in Mike’s apartment on February 14th, 2007. Valentine's Day as most people will know.

Valentine’s Day on the 14th of February is a day of romance for all the loving couples around the world. How it became a day of romance was not clear because Valentine’s day is actually a day to remember St Valentine. It was on this day which he died. (Further history on this man will not be elaborated). It was also on this day where the prices of roses rose up to exorbitant prices and many V-day gifts packages appearing in almost every shopping mall. These gifts and roses are what you will see every other day in the malls if you have been observant enough and not only observant enough to spot them on V-day itself. However it was only on V-day itself or near V-day that people rushed to buy them as if they had never seen all the roses, teddy bears, mugs, key chains etc in their lives. ( a mug with his and her name printed on it romantic? Oh come on, you can do this almost every other day, you can even have your entire bed sheet printed with his and her photographs nowadays.)

Mike is one such ‘romantic’ person, and thankfully (at least to himself), his girlfriend of slightly more than 1 year, Laura, is a sucker for such romantic gifts too. A simple gift by Mike of a keychain made up of the letters L-A-U-R-A would drive Laura mad with happiness cause it was from her darling Mike. And that was what Mike got for Laura for their 1st month anniversary of their relationship. And throughout their one year relationship, little gifts are part and parcel of their lives. And alas, keeping little secrets are also part and parcel of their lives too.
(To be continued....)