True and False Stories
My ex girlfriend is a bitch. I cannot believe my eyes when I saw them holding hands and kissing during Valentines Day. She is dating my student conductor, my best friend. Well the fact that it was my student conductor, who urged me to break up with her because he said that she is not worthy and now he is with her, totally boiled my blood. I could feel the blood pumping by my temple, helpless, desolated. All those friendship that I thought that they meant a lot, they are just a plain act.
As I walk the alleys of Geylang with my “mate”, he was telling me animatedly on how his “uncle” being all cool and stuff. He blabbered on and on; the information that he gives doesn’t seem to have an end. Soon enough, we are about to approach a group of men who cornered a frail looking old man. Melvin started lowering his volume and whispered to me “Look closely to those group of people and don’t utter a sound”. What I could see was a man with a neat hairdo with ultra huge biceps, passing the cup of coffee to the old man. After which they seem to have conversed and something shocking happened. The man grabs the cup of coffee from old man, splashes it on his face, pulls his shirt over his face and smashes his head with a hammer. All those action happened simultaneously merely in seconds.
