‘DEAR’ Teck Teng,

Still remember me? Ever since that event happen that day, we never spoke to each other, and I also strongly believe that we never will. 6 years ago, the punch that I had given you in your chest changed everything. You were kicked out of the prefectorial board while I got demoted from a vice-head prefect to a normal prefect. I never apologise to you for punching you as you pushed my face first, in front of all the representatives of other schools. The disrespect you gave me made me lose control of myself and I had to do something back, even if it means to punch you in front of all the principals from various schools. Actions were taken almost immediately, and well, that happen. 6 years had passed, but I still will not apologise.

Oh right, something to fill you in. You know that our demotion was announced over the school to act as a warning for the entire school that punishments are given to everyone including prefects. But you know something? I was internally promoted back to vice-head prefect and thus I graduated with a nice testimony. I bet you didn’t know that. You must be wondering how could that happen right? Well, friends. The entire executive committee (EXCO) of the prefectorial board spoke up for me. Remember the meeting where they and the discipline master had to discuss on how to settle this issue? Sometime later after the meeting, the head prefect Sherman, if you still remember him, told me that they were all speaking up for me, and none for you. Naturally, off you go. For my case, it’s more complicated. Everyone saw me punching you so certain action must be performed. Therefore, I got demoted and was out of the EXCO but my reinstating of position was all pre-planned. I never know that your rapport with the fellow prefects was so bad. So bad that it stinks.

As the saying goes, ‘a friend in need, is a friend indeed’. They helped me, by giving support. Even during my time of demotion, when I lost my sense of direction, they were there to guide me. This lot of friends, though we no longer have common topics to talk about, we are still friends. I understand the importance of friend since then. They are the group of people that you make without you knowing it. The extend this group of people can go for you is beyond imagination as well. Also, there is a difference between friends and classmates/colleagues, if you get what i meant. This is what i learn. What about you? Still struggling with your interpersonal relation skills? Good luck then.

In case you were wondering how could I make friends with this kind of stuck up tone, then you are totally wrong. It is exactly this type of tone that you used to talk to the others that got you into that trouble. It irritates everyone, yes, that includes me. Call me a hypocrite or what but I was ‘friend’ with you because you glued to me. I should have been more cold-hearted and straightforward to tell you in the face to get out of my sight rather then enduring you. My endurance will not reach the limit if you hadn’t pushed my face. Whose fault was it? It is a question that will matter no more. If we ever cross path again, we will be total strangers.

One last thing, when you cross the road, watch out for the traffic…

Yours TRULY,
YaNg (Guo) Wee Kiat

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This is a true story that happens to me during my secondary sch. Real names are used too. As for my signing off name, well, that was the name I ‘used’ during then. Cool, isn’t it?