For a pessmist, I am pretty optimistic.

The liability of your love towards me might be short-termed or long-termed. I predicted that the prodigious gap among us that has been filled by fear, antagonism, silence as well as high expectations for the metamorphosis to take place at the right time in you would be eradicated.

In spite of whatever I have typed on the above-mentioned, your amusing laughter and silly jokes never fails to place a smile on my face. Thus, I still love you, Bak.

On the other hand here, the unfocused scatterbrain accomplished to force me to sip the acidity of working alongside with him. Andreas made me pin up the papers pertaining to P.E on the front board as well as the 'Disciplinary' rules (which I've yet to do). I am not a device who fulfills tasks and commands alone. I am a human, a lady indeed.

You once told me,"We are suppose to share responsibilities." That was when I realized that you were correct and indeed I ought to lend you a hand. Do not take my kindness for granted Mr Tan Zhi Andreas. When I lend you a hand that does not give you the right to leave a footprint on my head or boss me around. I abhore it.

Forget about guns or ammunition, I'm killing him with my own little mission.

Perhaps he needs an ample amount of time to acclimate to being a Chairman. Maybe. Maybe not. This will be the last opportunity I will be giving you. The referee blows the final whistle. With that, I conclude this formidable chapter of my teenage life.

Yours Faithfully, Sincerely & Truthfully,
Is.