Now Showing "House of Issues"...

Starring:
Shenzhen Baby
Drunken Tortilla
Xue Hua
Rex

They say misery loves company. The story revolves around the acquaintances of friends at the "House of Issues(HOI)" as seen from the eyes of Rex. Each bringing with them, their own dark pasts and pending issues.

The serial is currently onto its Second Season(screening from Winter'05) just as Xuehua has secured her overseas posting for an indefinite period of time. How will the group hold together without the vibrant, tad quirky and volatile Xuehua? Drunken Tortilla has to face up to her choice of independence and her un-closed romance cycle with Unwavering Turtle. Shenzhen Baby may be slipping deeper into the "Enchanting" effect of the HOI yet she might just be getting the hang of things. On the other hand, Rex starts to uncover the intricacies of the maze we call HOI, will he get to the other end? What other secret does the House of Issue holds?
The story is a skillfully-crafted showcase of love, sex, lies, scandals, betrayal, loyalty and all other attributes we find in our modern metropolitan society, as our hero/heroines strive to uncover the inner peace, fulfilment, goals and closures. Maybe they are not too far off.

Critically acclaimed with Bala nominations for Best Lead Actor, Best Supporting Actress, Script of the Year and Best Soundtrack. Banned in several countries for its take on sex, provocative scenes and scandals, the serial has been brought in subjected to the scrutiny of the local censorship board.

Also includes special guest appearances from Humping Edmo, Disney, Pegasus Rider, Benedict Goh and "Xiang Yun".

Trippin'(Thats the Way Love Works)

I know theres a reason for me liking this song so much. What shiok is a relationship when pressure gauges don't rise, shoes don't fly and exasperations die?

You can't take it? Chickens stay away.

Tripping'(Thats the Way Love Works) by Toni Braxton
Lyrics from here

Ain't nobody ever prove their love when
Things are all good
And two people are smiling
Love is found way down in the trenches
When he's throwin a fit
And she is sittin there crying
We tear it up (tear it up)
To patch it up (patch it up)
Break up
To make up
The show goes round and round
And that how we get down
We go back and forth
And anyone who goes through this should know
That what I'm sayings for real
Real lovers feel this way

(Chorus)
We say things that we don't mean
And that's the way love works out sometimes
He trippin
She trippin
and we both be trippin mayne
That's the way love works out sometimes
Cause when it's on it's on
and you're no longer stressin'
and life teaches a lesson
that love is still a blessin
Cause when it's all said and done
were back at square one
and that's the way love works out sometimes

(Verse 2)
What you know about screamin' yellin' cussin' pushin' ruling and arguing
Like it's 12 rounds up inside the garden
I say where the hell you going
And you say I'm getting up out of here
and I say you ain't going no where
then I follow you down the stairs,
get in front of you and then I scream
Sounds like I'm fussing
Though you're still the one
And the truth is this is really love
And ooooh yeah
When I feel like going off
I know this show is up
and you know...

(chorus)

(Bridge)
You wont believe it until you see it
How much you need somebody
(need somebody)
And you'll never know how far you'll go
When you love somebody
(love somebody)
ooohooh

Sometime we say the craziest things!

(Chorus)

If Only You Were There...

Call it fortunate, but never has alcohol given me an effect resembling what its suppose to bestow, as toxic. Perhaps the cognac and different breeds of beer did not cohabitate well in my belly, I had the most giddy of spell commencing way before midnight, before the night has begun to kick-off.

Knowing that I will not be enjoying myself and sensing the waste of time and effort in trying to cling on to a happening club night, I made my way home. On the knocky cab drive, it occurred to me that this wasn't the only night when I was wasting time, effort in a club and not exactly enjoying myself the way I should be.

I have forgotten what I drink for. Since 18, its almost a decade now, since I went Mambo for the first time. Since then, its been drinks at least twice a week. I thought it might be just a phase of life, now, this is life. I could have so loved getting high just so the Zouk centre platform feels even taller. Could have been because I always needed that extra booast to go picking up chicks.

For the first time, it seemed like my drinking nights have been so empty. And there, tossing around on the rubbery seats, I would push away everything, everybody in my path, except you.

If only you were holding onto me.

But you were not there. And til now, I do not see you there.

Breaking Vases...

I have a problem with my temper. In frustrations, my outburst can be faster than any turbo-charge engine out there. Things I treasure, and yet when things don't go the way I want, I'll just turn off the lights. Time and again, consequences have cost me dearly.

Lying in bed and trying to sort things out in my head, I realise that I have been breaking too many vases. Its time I stop breaking. Its time I start picking up the pieces.

Just like this song which has been haunting me for the entire day, regardless of where I am. Is this a sign to get me to start picking up the pieces?

"Sometimes love just ain't enough"
Performed by: Patty Smyth (with Don Henley)
Written by: Patty Smyth and Glen Burtnik
Lyrics from here

I don't wanna lose you,
I don't wanna use you
just to have somebody by my side
And I don't wanna hate you
I don't wanna take you
But I don't wanna be the one to cry
That don't really matter to anyone, anymore
But like a fool I keep losing my place
And I keep seeing you walk through that door

But there's a danger in loving somebody too much
And it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust
There's a reason why people don't stay where they are
Baby sometimes love just ain't enough

Now I could never change you
I don't wanna blame you
Baby you don't have to take the fall
Yes I may have hurt you
But I did not desert you
Maybe I just wanna have it all
It makes a sound like thunder
It makes me feel like rain
And like a fool who will never see the truth
I keep thinking something's gonna change

[chorus]

And there's no way home
when it's late at night and you're all alone
Are there things that you wanted to say
Do you feel me beside you in your bed
there beside you where I used to lay

And there's a Danger in Loving somebody too much
And it's sad when you know it's your heart they can't touch.
There's a reason why people don't stay who they are
Baby sometimes love just ain't enough
Baby sometimes love just ain't enough

I Just Want A Ferrari...

Sometimes, you come to a rude awakening and realise your goals and priorties are slightly warped.

Some things you want but its not because you truly desire. Like getting a car, its not as simple as finding one that fits your budget, brand and model-preferences. I think we all long for things that are slightly out of our reach. Not totally out of our reach but slightly out.

"That car's too fast for you."

"You don't fit the image."

"You wouldn't last 3 years with it, but well, you can still sell then."

May only serve to heighten your desire.

End of the day, maybe you don't really need that sporty, raunchy coupe just so you can put on your Rays-Ban and tell the world,"This is my car."

This is relevant for many things in life. Girls inclusive.

Its just one of those very cool nights to go on a drive, that tyre-burning workout to nowhere.


Signing off,
Your Wanna-Be Ferrari-driving Schumacher


P.S ~ I might drive a Ferrari someday, but Schumacher I will never be.

Drinking Driving No Joke..

This pretty up sums up my Friday...

1800hrs - Your truly. At "Da Hole". Starting with 2 half-pints of Hoegarden(660ml) while "chomping" seats for "Da Gang".

1900hrs - Getting unbearable. Thankfully, staffs and people were around were keeping me occupied. A guy was "warning" me about the driving for the night. Rumours of TP operations. Ordered one more pint of Hoegarden (500ml).

1930hrs - Sam arrived with news of her inpending move to Hong Kong...for indefinite period of time. And that, for her, justifies the execution of two bottles of Moet.

2030hrs - Moet on free flow. Together with the Peanut cake, red eggs and Ang Ku Kueh, courtesy of Peh Wen Jun's first month since arriving on to this cruel world. Consume my next pint of Hoegarden(500ml).

2200hrs - The party in full blown. Second bottle of Moet incoming. Done with Hoegarden. One more bottle of Budweiser. Can't even remember if Bev or me bought it.

2359hrs - Went off to answer a phone-call. No further comments. No more drinks from here.

0220hrs - Left "Da Hole".

0245hrs - KNN. Flashing blue and red lights. Was asked to move to the side of the road. Took breath analyzer test. Failed. Bev insisted on following me to the Police station. Touching gesture, would have hugged her there and then and not let go. But then again, would be too "Drama" for a Road Block.

0300hrs - Up the Escort vehicle. Now I realise, its not easy to get into a Police Escort Vehicle, apparently, only "Suspects" and "Criminals" are allowed in. Bev had to hitch a cab to Ubi. To Ubi Centre for next round of tests.

0345hrs - Shitty feeling after being stuck in Holding Area. 3 other men from my "Batch". 1 released, other two, not going to be driving for next one year.

0350hrs - My turn for the test. 28 mg/L. Legal limit at 35 mg/L. And I'm off scot-free once more.

0355hrs - Out in the open, only to realise, other than Bev, Elis, Jason and Colin all came down.

0430hrs - Waited for car. Went for supper.

0600hrs - Touch down home base.

Overall, its not a very nice experience to be caught for "drink" driving. Whats more disturbing was the fact that I depend on my license for a living. The second test, would render me, without "A lot of things", should I have failed. And it was not fucking worth it. I wouldn't say that from now onwards, I'm going to totally avoid alchohol when I'm on the wheels. But I'll be sure to watch what goes down the throat. Close escape. May not be as lucky the next time round.

What I learnt from the night : Drink Responsibly If You Are Driving, Period.

By the way, there is this "Chicken Little" clip, dancing during the previews of movies. Its jiving to the same song as this other Gigolo in the movie "Deuce Bigalow:European Gigolo" during the "Awards". Anyone knows that song?

Trust...

A newly-acquainted fellow at the House of Issues was openly pouring out his sorrows to me. He had given me a brief rundown of his life for the past one year. Set-backs in career, finance and love life(he almost got married). He had a possessive fiancee, who did not allow him to go out, nor keep in contact with any girls. At this point I added, "A relationship not built on trust will never ever last."

But was it ever easy to trust a person?

Years ago, I had the taste of having my then-girlfriend openly telling me that she had to spend the night at an ex-boyfriend's place, despite my objections. And imagine my anguish when she tried to called me from her ex's place and the bastard kept forcing her to hang up the phone. I went to her place, met her mum but I couldn't tell her what happened least it could get her in trouble. I loitered around til dawn. I called her best friends, none could offer me much advice. Next day, my then-gf called me and told me that nothing happened and that they were just sorting things out. Thing could be fine from then onwards, except I tried to trust her. I pretended to trust her. I now realise I never trusted her. Which is why, from that night onwards, I never loved her anymore. I only couldn't bear to lose.

Subsequently, I had a lot of trust issues. It lead to a lot of insecurity in the next relationship. I wanted to place it all but I never could keep the relationship balanced. Again, I never trusted.

After the sea is calm and solemn, I realise it might be a bliss to trust after all.

I forgot where I said this before, but if you really love a person, you wouldn't mind a single bit of his/her past. Not a single bit. Not a single damn. And if you can accept the past, why can't you trust him/her with your future?

Yes, I finally trust.

Whiff Y Instincts...

The first whiff of her scent, the sweet intoxication triggered a shiver vibrating from within. The stiffening at the back of my neck. It arched. Chin elevated in a reflex and lids shut in instant co-ordination. Another deliberate, slow and deep inhalation, I can feel something rising from the inside of me. Groggy. I blinked, it wouldn't shake. This thing, unfamiliar yet is so distinctively me.

I snapped!

Like a rabid beast loosening myself, I bent over, palms over shoulder, grips over wrist, the initial subduing. The blank of stare answered only to fuel my desire. I tasted her lips, divine as the blood, it only served to lose me more.

Shocked, stunned momentarily, she reciprocated with impulses. Those raging impulses, the impossibility of self-control must have been shared between us.

We pushed on. Moans from the angel, breaths of thy devil, symphony of lust, transcending all barriers of inhibitions. I want her. I want her so badly yet was all so right.

"Jim, you ok?"

I opened my eyes,"Yes I am." with a grin.

Primal instincts. Oh behave.

Day of "Ok" and "Yes"...

Let me make this as clear.Calling your long-time-never-contact ex-classmate or friends up and trying to link them up with a Multi-level Marketing(MLM) scheme, is as good as cutting off any possible ties you might have left.

I have nothing against MLM itself, but I dislike the way people scramble to past contacts, claiming camaraderie when all you really need is someone to be "under" you. Try rejecting that guys' proposal of a "Business" plan and you bet that you will not hear anything from them ever again. An ex-classmate called moments ago to bring up a MLM scheme, this was a follow-up from a "catching-up" call that he gave me yesterday. Without further ado, I said "No" to everything that he said.

This is a contrast from everything today as it has been a day of obligatory "Yes". I almost nodded to my car agent, only to realise that my other female agent can "Thyh" better and not as pesky. I got out of the talk with my cheque book intact.

I actually said "ok" to my friend who was in need of a partner for the Subaru Impreza challenge. It was a mixed feeling. On one hand, I want to partake but guess there was a lot of fear. Fear from falling out earlier than expecting, fear from disappointing him. Also I'm confused as to why I have to hesitate this long when all I need is to stand with palms on the car for 6 hours at a run, 5 minutes break in between, braving the sun and the rain, enduring the calls of mother nature, risk of aggrevating my gastric, potential Absinthe-like hallucinations, no showers for at least 2 days at a time and the torment of not being able to move around for days... in return for the glory of being the last team standing, proud owners of 2 Beng Impreza WRX.

Hmmm.... maybe I have to give him another call.

Sugar High on a High...

I had my first taste of being drunk on a Sugar High on Saturday.

The evening started out with a great dinner at "Fish Market" followed by a movie, "Playtime", a french movie being shown on courtesy of a film festival. It wasn't a very "exciting" movie but I kinda enjoyed it to some extent though. First of all, I did not know what to expect and what to look out for before the show started.

Though I did napped through parts of the movie(had a filling dinner), I still find the movie concept very interesting. As it turns out to be, it is like a showcase for people-watching. I can almost imagine myself standing at a corner of the airport, just people-watching, except in this instance, I'm doing it from the comfort of the cushioned-throne at GV Plaza Singapura. It was tiring as people seem to be going about their own activities and I kept scouting the screen, trying to capture any significance. What was challenging was when, at one stage, four rooms, viewed from their glass windows, were on the scenes at one point. Focusing on one point, would place the other 3 rooms in your blind spots. I'm wondering if the movie is made to be appreciated that way.

As a whole, I suppose its a humourous film. Humourous to what extent it should be, I'm not sure as there were people laughing at scenes throughout, when I was only mildly-tickled within.

Ventured to Wala halfway through the movie(Sorry Sam, we did not complete the entire dosage). As it turns out to be, my fourth night in a row, catching UnXpected in action. Truly a record, short of fact that I aien't no stalker nor am I any groupie. Its open knowledge that bands hate playing at Balaclava and as a whole, they are usually unable to put in their best, unlike their acts at Wala where the crowd is definitely more appreciative of the music. This is sad. As a regular at Balaclava, I would say that the playing band does add anticipations to my visit, pity the circumstances restricting their potentials.

Anyway, that said. Maybe its the fatigue from 4 days of drinking and late nights. Might even be my unorthodox dosage(3 within a span of 3 hours) of Chuppa Chups. I actually had my head spinning on the drive home even though I only had 4 pints of Hoe and 1/2 pint of Budweiser, which is the volume that I take on a light drinking session.

I should have seen that coming, when on my 2nd lollipop, Lizzy officially diagnosed me as being on a sugar high. And that "It doesn't over-write the alcohol effect". I gulped.

Much apologises to B, who had to worry about my drive back and endured the long wait while I dozed like a baby in the car. I promise I will not be so greedy and share my lollipops the next time round.

Til next time. Chill.

I Hope You Dance...

I know you are reading this. This actually goes out to a few of the people that I feel for. Take warmth in these lyrics. Sleep tight and good night. Its another mid-week once more.

I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Womack

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)

(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

Myth and Reality...

Up til now, I have not heard of any raving reviews regarding "The Myth", starring Jackie Chan. In fact, all I heard was "so so" and "boring". I decided to catch it for myself and MAN!! whats there not to like about the movie? There is Jackie Chan, love spanning over reincarnation, brotherly oaths of death, scientific mystique, gorgeous babes and war scenes.



WARNING... SPOILER NEXT LINE...



I personally found the scene where the men sworn their allegience to the general (Jackie Chan) pretty touching. I mean its so cool. One moment he was dismissing those men who were "only sons", "with parents" and basically anyone with liability from going with him, leaving only lonely bachelors behind. Until one men blunted "THE LINE", "We been sharing honours over the years, up til now, can't we still face death as one? Wo shi si siao zhong yu jiang jun(I will serve General til death)", and leapt onto his steed. This was followed by a short, choreographed scene of every men jumping onto their steeds, yelling "Shi si siao zhong yu jiang jun!(Serve general til death)" I swore I heard sniffers from guys around me. As for me, I knew I was sniffing.

Now thats really .... the MYTH.

Nowadays, to be deemed brothers, all we need to do to perform whatever sacrifices you can make, if that is what it takes for him to woe the girl. Be understanding that he will have much less time for you once he is attached and stand by, with open arms to welcome him back, should anything turns out badly.

Now this is .... the REALITY.

Blogicide...

I know its cliche. So please don't take me seriously when I say that, recently, I actually contemplated killing my blog. I know what you think. Its like that someone threatening to jump from the 13th storey corridor and is yelling out "Sneak Previews" about his intentions just so that people around will try to pull him back, soothening his self-worth and to justify life. Well, I'm more ego than you think.

Main point of consideration for blogicide is because there are times when I feel like blogging about something, but its beyond my courage as I know people who read this blog.

Also, I realise Tripleperiod has taken on a life of its own. Its scary I tell you. When I'm behind the keyboard, it seems like theres a certain theme to write about.

*Looks over shoulder*.

The "correct" style to follow. It feels very restrictive. In a way, I'm blaming this for my recent blogger's block.

After all, it seemed so wrong that I might be blogging about confidence, happiness and contentment when weeks ago, begging for pity and assurances were concealed deep within my postings.

How do I carry on from my darkest posting? Should I publish the truth, with my bright and dark postings alternating within days and divulge that I'm a emotional freak? Unstable emotions, supported by foundation with roots that run above the ground surface.

How many more times can I blog about "I love you"s before I appear too sissy-ly in touch with my feelings? Or alternatively, when will I dare to share the times when I manipulated feelings and incidents to suit my preferences?

Oh, don't worry, intent of blogicide is not firm in my mind.

There is a time to blog about blogicide and its tonight. C'mon, don't tell me that you had never looked down from the tallest building and, never once, had the "option" or "thought" of jumping down, ran across your mind.

Chemistry...

Chemistry, I mean, the non-scientific and non-geeky definition.

If I know the formula for its creation, I'll be canning and selling to those who can afford to pay for my extravagent lifestyle. Likewise, if anyone else is able to divulge the formulation, I'll abandon my extravagent lifestyle if that is what it takes for me to buy it.

If I were to concoct chemstry via "trial n error", in my first attempt, I'll try attributing 40% lust, 35% personality compatibility and 25% fate/chance.

Whats your take?


"I glanced, she grinned. Was it a sign?"

My Race...

There I observed. I always observe. I want to see things. And I must, if I have to get what I want.

His actions, nonchalent. Eyes not betraying any hint of preferences, not even the slightest hint of intentions or emotions. Like a driver, between the course and himself, hitting his own timing and soaking up the laps, no one else being a threat.

No one gave me a chance either. Never had the masses on my side.

I have come so far. Done so much. Waited so long. Not going to back out now.

Worthy opponent, unlike the wussies I met before. How I can feel the heat inside of me at the same time as I feel my excited heart trembling.

Its a matter of endurance. There must be a way to get ahead. I must get upself up.

Whatever didn't kill me, can only make me stronger, harder and colder. This evil inside of me. The villain. Its makes me feel so good.



"Like a clown I put on a show
The pain is real even if nobody knows" ~
"Nobody Knows" by Tony Rich Project

Its Past 12...

The clock struck 12.

I know I don't have to wait anymore.

Good night everyone. As always.

Happy Birthday...

I never really celebrate my birthdays. I think birthday is a special occassion, but I never like to make it a big event. Because I know that my birthday wish, simple as it is, will never come true.

As my birthday is on a weekday and I'm expecting a very hectic work week, I thought of doing something to make myself happy last Saturday, or at least try to do so. I ventured down to Wala Wala.

In my failure to persuade unfeeling hearts to head down to Holland Village, I manage to find a few like-minded friends to be there. I left Wala after the second set. It wasn't that I did not enjoy myself. On the contrary, the reason was, I was already contented.

And I like that taste in my mouth as I glided down the staircase. And I smiled as I glanced out from within the cab. It wasn't a smile of happiness, definitely was it not bitterness, well...maybe a little bitter. It was just a smile.

Thanks for being there.


"Wherever You Will Go" by The Calling
So lately, I've been wonderin
Who will be there to take my place
When I'm gone, you'll need love
To light the shadows on your face
If a great wave should fall
It would fall upon us all
And between the sand and stone
Could you make it on your own

[Chorus:]
If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low
I'll go wherever you will go

And maybe, I'll find out
The way to make it back someday
To watch you, to guide you
Through the darkest of your days
If a great wave should fall
It would fall upon us all
Well I hope there's someone out there
Who can bring me back to you

[Chorus]

Runaway with my heart
Runaway with my hope
Runaway with my love

I know now, just quite how
My life and love might still go on
In your heart and your mind
I'll stay with you for all of time

[Chorus]

If I could turn back time
I'll go wherever you will go
If I could make you mine
I'll go wherever you will go

"I love You"s and "Thorn In Relationship"

A Classy and Sexy lady probed if I'm the kinda guy who falls into love easily. Yes, I do.

For one thing, I believe life is short. Too short for you to love. Rather than being guarded, sketical and risk not loving before you R.I.P, why not get out there and flaunt your Bows & Arrows. May end up with a few battle scars along the way but it just beats being the farmer in the village.

People who fall in love easily are generally characterised by short courtship periods, short term relationships. I'll say, short as my relationships are, they are usually intensed and very passionate. Thats the amount of pepper I like in my soup. While you can say that my lips are loose on the words "I love you", I mean every word, if I do say it. When I say "I love you" at that moment in time, I swear I think of no others. I'm just a very loving person. Probably too much love in me to go around. ;p

I'm also aware of the other more stable form of relationship where people start out as friends, for years before they get together. I think thats a great idea too, only that ten months into a friendship, I usually wouldn't risk anything that can jeopardise this friendship. Oh well, guess this option wouldn't work out for me in the near future.

Nowadays, relationships just come and go. People meet, marry and divorce. I think that cheapens the word "Marriage" more so than what people do to "Love" with loose "I love you"s.

Are you ready to say "I love you" again?


***


Just the other day, I partied with a friend whom I thought had a very stable relationship with her fiance. Its been years since they have been together. I thought she was a pretty "stable" girl despite her penchant for clubbing. Since I have known her, she has always manage to keep unwanted hand at distances, unlike those who keeps on claiming "I dun noe why, but this guy XXXX and that guy XXXX to me." As such, I had a vibe that the relationship might go the distance.

Anyway, with my friend, was this other guy who is going after her despite knowing that she is engaged. Now, guys like this, I despise. Lower scums than the cockroaches loitering on my void deck. Rather than hanging around to see his fugly face(I was tired too), I excused myself and left early.

Somehow, two days later, she contacted me in the wee hours of the night, asking me to co-ordinate on a made-up alibi. Apparently, her fiance had suspected her of cheating on him. This is a messy situation. First of all, the fiance claimed to have seen her cheating with another man, that she was on his shoulders and he was holding her. But the irony of the situation was that he would not pin-point where and when he saw it. I was puzzled. My reaction, if I had seen my girlfriend cheating on me, would be a confrontation on the spot and not walk away, leaving matters to be resolved another day.

Next thing, if she was all clean and guilt-less, I couldn't fathom why she couldn't be honest with him. I can't believe this, but there is a part of me that suspects she might have played a market a little behind her boyfriend. After all, you knew that other guy is someone who is coming in with an intention, you gave him that entrance, would it be without any motive on your part? The part where she did not want her fiance to know about this guy, hints of something too.

Call me pessimestic, but deep inside, I somemore knew things might be turning for the corner in the near future for them. Usually, I do not care about such issues if I'm not involved but this is a special case as I like to see this couple work things out.

Finally, I agreed to go along with her, just hoping that I can do my part in dispelling some friction, giving my friend the benefit of the doubt, like what friends do.

What would you have done?