Hey guys. I recently saw the posts and comments on Facebook about what happened in class. And I saw that Cheryl had mentioned about 'best friends, betrayal, backstab'. Also, I see that although most of us are already okay with the incident and have already put it behind, some of us have not. So, in this post, I'll share with everyone a personal experience of my very own best friends betraying and backstabbing me. Twice. Hopefully, after reading this, Cheryl and Tiffany will change their minds and accept the apology, and leave it behind once and for all.

It was a just a few years ago when the first incident took place. I was very close with my group of friends that I had known since Primary 3. We always went out together, and we shared food and drinks, we did all sorts of crazy things. Everything was just so perfect. I went on living my life, thinking that nothing would go wrong. But one day, as we were chatting amongst ourselves, I realised that they had gone for an outing without inviting me. I kept quiet, thinking that maybe they just forgot. Besides, it wasn't a big deal anyway. There was always a next time. However, as the days went by, I realised that they were leaving me out more and more often. Finally, one day, while I was sitting alone somewhere in school, I heard familiar voices talking amongst themselves behind me.

"That xxx ah... She always talking to the boys one lorh!"
"Yeah lah!"
"Then always like to ignore us just to talk to them. She damn what one lorh!"
"YEAH EXACTLY!"
"Nobody liked her since P3 man!"

Then, they walked past me, but their chat continued. It was my group of close friends. They didn't see me sitting there. They had been talking bad about me behind my back. How could they? I trusted them so much! I befriended them with all my heart, yet this was all I got. I always talked to the guys in class, simply because they were the only ones sitting near me. It wasn't true that I ignored them; they were sitting at the other end of class! I was completely crushed. I ran into a toilet cubicle and cried.

Even after that day, I never confronted them about this, and neither did I tell anyone. I continued to go on as if nothing had happened. I didn't want to make a ruckus because of that. I also didn't want them to hate me even more because I raised it up. I just walked on, silently.

The following year, all of us were split up into different classes. I felt a little relieved that I didn't have to face them everyday. I wouldn't know what to do if we were still in the same class. In my new class, slowly, as the year passed, I made new friends, and there was just this one girl that I was especially close to. We went for recess together, drank from the same cup, did our homework together, 'died' together for not bringing textbooks, and went crazy together. I was totally contented with my life then. We enjoyed having each other's company very much, and our friendship didn't waver even when PSLE came closer and closer. Even during PSLE days, we were still that close. We 'died' for the difficult papers together. We went to the GO to claim our phones together. We were still best friends. Finally, PSLE was over, and our 'slack' lives began.

I thought that after PSLE was over, the two of us would be able to do more crazy things while playing games in class. However, I realised that she began to go with our other friends more often. She didn't tell me her secrets anymore. Neither did we go for recess together. One day, I saw a note under a table when I reached school. I opened it, and realised it was from her. In it was all her complaints about me from when our friendship started. She also said that I was no longer her best friend, as she had found another one better than me.

I didn't know what to say or do right then. I didn't do aything wrong, did I? Everything she had stated in that letter wasn't a 'sin' at all. Somehow, she just felt angry about all those little things. I felt so dejected. Why was I always cast aside when I hadn't done anything wrong?

So, the days went by. Everyone would group together to play games during class, including her, while I just sad at my own desk, quietly doing my own things. That was how my primary school life ended.

That's the end of my story. You might be wondering why I don't seem like someone who had that kind of past. You might be wondering why I'm still so cheerful everyday. That's because I decided to forgive them and forget about it. Yes, this has brought me much more happiness. I may be naive to just forgive and forget when they hadn't apologised at all, but I guess that's just the way I pursue happiness and joy. It's time to let go. Holding onto it doesn't help at all, right? Thinking of it everyday in your life... It makes you feel worse, doesn't it? It just pulls you down. Do you feel happy seeing yourself suffering in these memories?

I forgave them when they hadn't apologised at all. So why don't you just accept the multiple apologies they've sent and move on to find your own happiness after the sadness has been lifted away from your shoulders?

Life a game of choice. With every choice we make, a parallel world branches out. Which parallel world do you want to be the one we live in- the one where 1Ferillan is all happy and bonded, or the one where 1Ferillan is sad and separated?

I hope that this post has truly spoken to your heart.


[Unknown writer]

Hey guys. I recently saw the posts and comments on Facebook about what happened in class. And I saw that Cheryl had mentioned about 'best friends, betrayal, backstab'. Also, I see that although most of us are already okay with the incident and have already put it behind, some of us have not. So, in this post, I'll share with everyone a personal experience of my very own best friends betraying and backstabbing me. Twice. Hopefully, after reading this, Cheryl and Tiffany will change their minds and accept the apology, and leave it behind once and for all.

It was a just a few years ago when the first incident took place. I was very close with my group of friends that I had known since Primary 3. We always went out together, and we shared food and drinks, we did all sorts of crazy things. Everything was just so perfect. I went on living my life, thinking that nothing would go wrong. But one day, as we were chatting amongst ourselves, I realised that they had gone for an outing without inviting me. I kept quiet, thinking that maybe they just forgot. Besides, it wasn't a big deal anyway. There was always a next time. However, as the days went by, I realised that they were leaving me out more and more often. Finally, one day, while I was sitting alone somewhere in school, I heard familiar voices talking amongst themselves behind me.

"That xxx ah... She always talking to the boys one lorh!"
"Yeah lah!"
"Then always like to ignore us just to talk to them. She damn what one lorh!"
"YEAH EXACTLY!"
"Nobody liked her since P3 man!"

Then, they walked past me, but their chat continued. It was my group of close friends. They didn't see me sitting there. They had been talking bad about me behind my back. How could they? I trusted them so much! I befriended them with all my heart, yet this was all I got. I always talked to the guys in class, simply because they were the only ones sitting near me. It wasn't true that I ignored them; they were sitting at the other end of class! I was completely crushed. I ran into a toilet cubicle and cried.

Even after that day, I never confronted them about this, and neither did I tell anyone. I continued to go on as if nothing had happened. I didn't want to make a ruckus because of that. I also didn't want them to hate me even more because I raised it up. I just walked on, silently.

The following year, all of us were split up into different classes. I felt a little relieved that I didn't have to face them everyday. I wouldn't know what to do if we were still in the same class. In my new class, slowly, as the year passed, I made new friends, and there was just this one girl that I was especially close to. We went for recess together, drank from the same cup, did our homework together, 'died' together for not bringing textbooks, and went crazy together. I was totally contented with my life then. We enjoyed having each other's company very much, and our friendship didn't waver even when PSLE came closer and closer. Even during PSLE days, we were still that close. We 'died' for the difficult papers together. We went to the GO to claim our phones together. We were still best friends. Finally, PSLE was over, and our 'slack' lives began.

I thought that after PSLE was over, the two of us would be able to do more crazy things while playing games in class. However, I realised that she began to go with our other friends more often. She didn't tell me her secrets anymore. Neither did we go for recess together. One day, I saw a note under a table when I reached school. I opened it, and realised it was from her. In it was all her complaints about me from when our friendship started. She also said that I was no longer her best friend, as she had found another one better than me.

I didn't know what to say or do right then. I didn't do aything wrong, did I? Everything she had stated in that letter wasn't a 'sin' at all. Somehow, she just felt angry about all those little things. I felt so dejected. Why was I always cast aside when I hadn't done anything wrong?

So, the days went by. Everyone would group together to play games during class, including her, while I just sad at my own desk, quietly doing my own things. That was how my primary school life ended.

That's the end of my story. You might be wondering why I don't seem like someone who had that kind of past. You might be wondering why I'm still so cheerful everyday. That's because I decided to forgive them and forget about it. Yes, this has brought me much more happiness. I may be naive to just forgive and forget when they hadn't apologised at all, but I guess that's just the way I pursue happiness and joy. It's time to let go. Holding onto it doesn't help at all, right? Thinking of it everyday in your life... It makes you feel worse, doesn't it? It just pulls you down. Do you feel happy seeing yourself suffering in these memories?

I forgave them when they hadn't apologised at all. So why don't you just accept the multiple apologies they've sent and move on to find your own happiness after the sadness has been lifted away from your shoulders?

Life a game of choice. With every choice we make, a parallel world branches out. Which parallel world do you want to be the one we live in- the one where 1Ferillan is all happy and bonded, or the one where 1Ferillan is sad and separated?

I hope that this post has truly spoken to your heart.


[Unknown writer]