Philip

He had a family problem so he went off first.

I was stuck at the bus stop for awhile, and I got to thinking about the conversation we had earlier at the restaurant.

There are people who you smile with - those that really make you happy. While you’re with those people you don’t want the night to end, and when it eventually does you go home wishing for the next outing.

And then there are people like Philip - the kind that tells you the plain honest truth with all the intention of getting you to wake the hell up. Sure, he gets on my nerves sometimes, but he knows what kind of a person I’m like, and the kinds of stupid shit I always manage to get into. I can’t wait to go home, but I always take a lesson with me.

So he looks at me and tells me it’s fate. That’s like telling the people of Africa they won’t starve.

This guy is amazing. Whenever I’m with him I attempt to communicate to God. I’m not making fun of anything here, but I’m not a believer. Sure I think he’s there, but I never thought he was good for anything. He’s like a security blanket, and that was enough for me.

But this skinny prick sitting in front of me always makes me look up at the sky and talk. And when I do it’s always the same thing -

“You hate me don’t you?”

Weirdos. That’s what I call him and me. From dancing in the streets to blotching up songs in the Singapore Idol auditions, we’ve done it all. There’s a special place in this world for us, and it’s far far away from all the other normal people.

So stories were exchanged and advice traded. I called him an fool and he says I’m an idiot. Trouble finds us somehow wherever we go, and we make a picnic out of it.

His latest episode had something to do with a mobile phone and homemade pornography.

Don’t ask.

Mine had something to do with stupidity and a dream so far to reach the Everest Team won’t even attempt to climb it.

Then he pulls the fast one on me. I was munching down on my moneybag (some fried wanton thing with meat stuffed inside) and he said the F word.

As usual I started to lift my head up, ready to sprout my line. But something stopped me this time.

Fate.

Funny thing, this.

Let’s see how this goes, shall we?