Doppelganger

This would be a long post. Let me just do a little recap of the significant events that took place last week till now. Firstly, the mess opening. It was great. Good music, good spirits. Everybody was dancing. I would have danced, but my shin was in bad shape. I just chilled out on the couch. People were getting drunk. Real drunk. Alchohol was limitless. Being one of the few sane people, I had a fantastic time observing people getting high, drunk and acting like they are sober when they're not. I would sum it all up in the following conversations and narrations. The parties involved are given nicknames to protect their identities. =) haha.

I walk past JP at the corridor. He seems a little funny.
Me: "Hey dude, you ok man?"
JP: "Hey lam! Yea I'm ok."
Me: "You sure you're not drunk? You look a little off to me."
JP: "Nono, I'm not drunk. Really, I'm fine. Thanks for asking man."
Me: "Ok. You take care man."
As I walk off, I hear a crash behind me. JP jogged straight into the wall. Why was he even jogging? Beats me. JP is found hours later sleeping directly underneath the bed of his bunkmate, with his feet sticking out.

I walk in WK's bunk, to make sure the guys are feeling ok.
Me: "Whoa dude, your face is red. You dont look too good."
WK: "No la, I'm sober."
Me: "Oh okay."
WK loses his balance while standing and crashes into the shoe cabinet. He recovers quickly.
WK: "Ivan, I might look drunk but actually I'm not."
Me: "You're f**king kidding me."

There were many more stories, but I cant disclose them. Its either too sick or too humiliating for the person. Haha.

Divine reason. I failed my obstacle course again. I would like to call it bad luck. But I thank Kendrick who told me there's a higher reason for this. Thanks Kendrick. Its given me some enlightenment.

Back to todays title, Doppelganger. Something strange happened. My friend TS lost his kit bag. He asked me for help to find it in the morning. I asked the bunk for help. Nobody knew where it was. The matter was serious and it was brought up to the superiors. Heres where the strange stuff lies. The bunk that I spoke to claimed that I asked them for help the previous night, which was impossible because I had my arse rooted to the ground floor waiting 1.5hrs for a haircut. I then collected the pizza. I didnt even know TS had lost his bag. Some claimed they heard my voice. Then they said they saw me. Topless. My voice, perhaps its easy to imitate. But my looks? I had alibis. No way I could have spoken to them that night. To top it off, I only spoke to one bunk in the morning. People from other bunks said I spoke to them the previous night. These people are people I trust, people who would not lie to make trouble for me. Some of them are my brothers in Christ. That spooked me. The bag was eventually found. It was smashed completely underneath another bag. But a double me? That bloody spooks me. Esp. when so many people spotted me asking the same thing. All I can say is f**k. Anyways, I'll be gone for 3 weeks. Dont ask where. =) You guys take care yea. You're all in my heart always. Goodbye.