.. chicken story

( .. time really flies when you do things that you enjoy, but slows down when you do things that you don't enjoy)

.. chicken story, now that is really interesting, in fact i find it so amusing (yet depressing once you know the outcome), that i need to write this down. I've heard this from a friend, and i will try to relate it again as accurately as possible without any deviations from his account. This is a story about a friendship gone sour, and it might sound boring, but from the way i view it, it is indeed amusing and would like comments from visitors.

.. it all started from a chicken, a dead chicken.

.. a few months ago, a group of students of about 200 strong took a flight to UK to complete their Degree. Upon arrival, and of course recovering from the culture shock and jet lag, they settled down in their dorm. It was summer then, and mostly students there are asian. My friend, Kelvin, and one of his close friend, Marcus, both from Penang,are together in this group. It all went well, happily they went on with their lives and studies for the first few weeks, cooking for each another .. living together and sharing their new found experience in a totally new environment.
.. cooking, hmnn .. this is where the chicken comes in. Marcus met Mary, who stays in the same dorm, and Mary had been cooking for the rest since they arrived. They take turns buying grocery and delegation of washing the dishes. One day, Mary bought a chicken at a much lower price, cause it was somehow crushed during transportation or something else .. i don't know, but it was disfigured and looks rotten. The rest got disgusted, and made remarks .. Mary got annoyed .. everyone else stopped talking to her .. except Marcus.
.. Marcus became closer and closer to Mary, spending their time together. Slowly, Marcus withdrawn from the majority, dedicating his full attention to Mary. Kelvin, immediately saw a drastic change in his close friend and knew that he had lost a friend. Of course there are alot of details on these changes, but i would not want to lay them out one by one .. that would definitely bore you to death.

.. so is this called compassionate love ? You take advantage of another at their weakest moment, manipulating that lowest moment of your emotions to turn it into something strong. How long do you think this would last and at what cost do you have to pay ? Losing a friend, losing your social link, withdrawing yourself from everyone else, .. straying. How can we maintain a balance between love and friendship, is it ever possible ? How do you define friendship in this case ..
.. if its lost because of a .. chicken.

( .. names had been changed to protect myself from being beaten up and to protect the identity of the real life friends i know. Any matters pertaining life, injury, heartbreaks, love, or any innocent mosquitoes that got killed in the process of writing this .. does not concern me, i am a story teller, please treat this as crap if you think you do not like it )