True or False

Story 1: My eyes were glued to the television, marveled by the vocal prowess of the American Idol finalist, David Archuleta, that I did not even blink. Out of the blue, my fascination was disrupted when my favourite television programme was interrupted by a commercial. I heaved a sigh and continued to sit in front of the television, anxiously waiting for the programme to resume. The television commercial showed how we could do our part to save the earth by saving the electricity. This triggered me to get on my feet and switch off all the lights in the rooms that were vacant. Nevertheless, when I pressed the switch of the kitchen bathroom, an ear-piercing scream filled the atmosphere, sending a chill to run down my spine. The toilet’s door was then forced open that it banged to the wall with a loud clomp. Out of the blue, a half naked boy came running out of the toilet with a blue-coloured short at his knees. Beads of perspiration were trickling down his forehead. His face was as white as sheet as though blood had been drained out of it. “Mom! Sister is trying to scare me again!” He shrieked.

Story 2: Ah…finally…here comes the MRT, chugging and screeching before it finally came to a stop. As expected, the MRT was congested like a pack of sardines. Hence I made my way to the middle part of the cabin and held onto the pole to balance myself while standing. Out of the blue, a middle-aged Chinese woman sitting opposite of me got her eyes hooked at me before beginning to chuckle. Uncomfortable, I began to fish my cellular phone out of my handbag and switch on the camera mode so that I could see my reflection. I looked at myself at different angles, but couldn’t find anything wrong with the way I look. Perplexity began to overwhelm me as I had no inkling on why she reacted as so. Out of the blue, as minutes ticked by, more and more commuters in front of me began to develop similar reactions. My bewilderment deepens, but I chose to ignore. Perhaps, there’s a funny advertisement behind me, I thought. The woman then got on her feet to alight at the next station, but as she was heading towards the door, she tapped on my right shoulder. “Zip up,” she whispered. I lifted my eyebrows, wondering what she meant. I looked at my handbag, but it was already shut. I gasped. “Is she referring to…”. I tilted my head down slowly. My jaws dropped and my eyes widened to the size of golf balls. My jeans was completely unzipped! My face flushed to the colour of molten lava. At that moment, all I could wish for was that I had never existed. If only I could be invisible for a day…