18 November 2006

Dear Loo,

Being an East bunny, if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have known that the West of Singapore existed. That is amongst the many other things which I’ve learnt from simply befriending you. For one, I’ve learnt to be less careful and afraid: thus daring and, maybe, brave. I’ve learnt that mistakes may be made; but they’re not without the ensuing process of learning. We are so different; yet we are so often mistaken to be the same. Do you remember the aunty at the petrol kiosk who asked if we were brothers?

I do not know what spurred me to write you a letter. I couldn’t sleep on the train ride home. I was afraid I might bump my head onto unknown chests. It just led me to think that perhaps, you might be the only one who would empathize with this thought and very definitely laugh along with me. When we made jokes in camp, everyone else just stared.

I don’t know if school had done anything to you, but for me, it had led me to believe in the intensity of our bond and the naturalness of our friendship, unembellished by the common hypocrisy and competitiveness of our fellow peers. When I witness the invisible gore and bloodshed in our classrooms, I relish in the essence of our friendship.

But that is not to undermine the other people in school whom I truly value as well; our group of friends from Rui to Elvin, from Chuan Yang to my own friends like Ryan.

I guess this is addressed to all of you: my friends.

I’m tired and drained. But you guys are still hanging around and we’re still friends. It’s what keeps me alive.

Dong

D woke up at 11/18/2006 05:57:00 PM [comment]

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