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Wednesday, May 16, 2007

I've finally decided to update something here, instead of waiting for my 18th to roll by.

Firstly, I'm not going to be very subtle about this. Because seriously, while being subtle helps to keep things in check, it can confuse people.

This problem. This feud. This utter stupidity and immaturity. It has to stop.

NOW.

I've left the school, and I'm still being dragged into this.

I remember: I gave you my trust the first day I met you- I opened up about something that - at that point in time - was very personal to me, and still hurt me deeply. I did so, because I thought it might help, and that you can learn through my mistake.

Nope. You threw that away, saying what I went through has nothing to do with your situation. It was totally unrelated. Its insignificant.

It may be insignificant to you, but it changed my life forever- and I'm not kidding. If it weren't for that one event, I probably wouldn't be where I am now. I may be a JC dropout, but I'm now a budding entrepreneur and waiting to start school in LaSalle-SIA College of the Arts.

The days rolled by, and I began to see the ugly side of you. I noticed, but being the nice person I was, and still am, I tried to understand you. I was your friend, remember? Along with Pamela, Darren and Marcus. We were the Boners. It wasn't a clique that was close because we knew each other well- it was probably more because we all were a little "out" within our own class, and as a result, came together for companionship.

But as much as I enjoyed having fun, it disturbed me that the problem- that feud between you and Bing Shu was not over. I tried to help. God knows I tried. In the end, I saw it was useless. My advice was as useless as giving glasses to a blind man.

I remember the incident with the plush toy I got for your birthday. I was subtle, but I know I made my point strong enough: It was a gift for you. Nope. You had to leave it on the canteen table, and Mike had to pass it back to be. I was infuriated and embarassed. Later on you realised, or should I say, "realised" that it was for you, and took it.

Now I think back, I choose to believe it was the latter. Simply because of your actions afterwards.

I know certain things I did or do are weird. Hey, I'll admit it- sometimes, I don't remember why I do something- or even remember doing something. I know I'm weird, and I'm fine with that.

Thing is, there's a difference between being a little odd or weird, and being...

Straight to the point: Gerald, if you don't stop hurting people- and the ways you do so, I will not say out of respect - you're going to loose all your friends. People will eventually know what you have done, and they're not going to trust you.

In a friendship, trust is the core. You keep on doing this, you'll lose the core even before you meet the person.

Just to let you know, this is for your own good. It may seriously look like I'm against you - and in many ways, I am, because you took my trust for granted.

But more strongly than ever, I, and the others, want to save you from destroying yourself. You're on the path of self destruction.

After reading this: You want to pick a fist fight? You want to curse me on your blog? You want to spread rumours about me?

Go right ahead.

I'm not the one losing my friends, simply because they know me better than to trust a bunch of stupid rumours.

Not to mention, they have trust in me- the same trust that you broke.

Ask those around you. We're all very, very tired.

Please stop. For your sake, and ours.

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