You know it when it has become a thing of "The Past"

You know it when it has become a thing of "The Past"




"You value our friendship?"

My foot.

I don't even bother to doubt whatever excuse was given. It's obvious - the difference between a reason and an excuse.

Painstakingly organised - well, maybe a little exaggerated, but the time, effort, and tons of sms sent are for real. Why waste our sms? When your efforts aren't appreciated, it sucks.

"Sorry, i don't think i'll be going."

You're sorry? Like seriously? More like just a word you use without much thought. You can go fly your kite for all you want.

It's irritating enough that all of you have thrown away what we considered " a friendship" in the past. Or maybe, i wasn't even a friend to you, all of us are but classmates.

Go and die. Yes, right now.

My Dad once asked me when we started organising the inaugural Tanglin Primary 6A'1998 Gathering, "How long do you think this gathering thing would last?"

"Hmmm.. i think as long as possible. Quite optimistic about it."

Yes, i just slapped myself. Real hard. It hurts, badly. You won't know how swollen the wound is.

I told myself time and again, not to bother with those who don't deserve. We stopped inviting those who'd rejected the invitation throughout the years. Why continue persisting since they insist on not coming? I told myself, not to give a damn to those who give excuses. I told myself I'm silly to get upset. I told myself they're simply not worth it. I told myself countless time. But I just cant help it. We're angry, year by year, it never fails to occur. No matter how hard I try to extinguish the fire within, the flame never dies.

Dishearted. That's the word.

The flame is dying. For real this time. When it proves pointless to carry on. It's time to give up.

Perhaps we'll completely give up organising after this round.

I won't be taken aback if this happens one day, in the near future.

"Friends no more?"

"Sure, we weren't friends in the first place anyway."

"Great. So it ends here. I won't wish you luck for your future endeavours. Just remember, don't don a red garment when you run out of it. Bye, forever."


Once lost, they can no longer be retrieved.







But I'm still glad there'll be coloured ones to replace these. Whether 5 or 6 attendees, you know I appreciate your attendence. With love.

Til Then..