Dude!

To Mr. XXX,

What is wrong this time? Why are you always like that? Why must it always be XXX against the world? Every time you start grumbling to us about Ms. Who and Who whom you, of all freaking ppl used to like, started asking you for favors la, asking for jobs la, asking for rides la… Who kept quiet and sat there quietly listening to your nonsense nattering and complaints? Who supported your ‘very actions’ of being sarcastic and even downright mean and selfish to these people? And bloody hell, you used to like them!

Just because they turned you down
Just because they turned out to be sluts
Just because you lost your feelings..
Does it give you a right to bitch about them?

Gawd, man!
Once, I understand. Twice, I also understand. But all the time?

And on another note… Why must you brag all the time, man? So what if your dad became a datuk? Do I look like I give two shits? Fine, even if you don’t, I know deep inside your small heart that you feel a bit bigger. Then you applied to that damn company. You made it sound like it was HELL getting into this company, and all sorts of difficult questions they asked you, and also how ‘important’ it made you joining this company.

Gawd, man!
I JOINED THIS COMPANY TOO!!!

And you know what? It doesn’t make you any bigger! Even when me and my beloved listened to your ‘bragging’, we knew instantly that you had differential treatment. Because your dad was a datuk! For Gawd’s sake, he’s the company’s client! Me and my beloved just sat there, nodding our heads quietly. Any Tom, Dick & Harry can get into this company. Is it really that hard? And even IF you got into this company on your own accord, what’s so big about that?Give yourself a pat on your back, and move on.

Gawd, man!

Now, for the most important thing. This girl. Ok, I know I shouldn’t get any credit whatsoever for introducing her to you. But honestly, don’t you think I should get a little credit, for listening to your whining when you thought it wouldn’t work out? Didn’t me and my beloved gave you sound advice and do what your heart feels and not what your mind thinks? Didn’t we give you guidance in times when your future seemed bleak? Didn’t I sit there next to your ‘girl’ and held her close, gave her a hug, so she can cry?

Didn’t I listen to both of you and giving you advise when you were both lost?And now, what, wise guy?

According to your sms to me… “I honestly thought you were quite rude to me just now. I’m ok, but just want to let you know I’m not your punching bag”

Listen. I was on the way to buy something I’ve been yearning (screaming, tearing hair kind of yearning) to buy that beauuuuu-ti-ful pair of shoes for the past week and a half. I was already walking to that shop. Why would I want to release ‘my temper’ on you and ‘punch’ on you when I was so damn happy? Could it not be that the place was farking loud, and that I have to raise my voice a little bit, because I can’t farking hear you?

Not everything is about you, ok, genius?

You’re not the only man on earth.

If I wanted to punch someone, or use someone as a punching bag, I won’t choose you. And since when I wanted to punch you? Like, I don’t have my own punching bag issit? Must punch you wan issit?

After all this… there’s only one point which I want to stress out on to you.

You are.. sorry, were, a good friend of mine. We (as in me and my beloved) trusted you, gave you hope, gave you strength, gave you good advise. I gave you comfort when you were down, taught you how to respect everyone around you, supported you when my beloved wasn't around and gave you (literally) your girl.

Now, you want to point fingers at me and say that you are my punching bag?

Mr. XXX, I am just really, truly, incredibly disaapointed at this. You of all people, should know better. You, of all people, know me. We have endured your pitiless and shameless bragging for .. like.. forever. What should matter between friends is love, care, and honesty. What matters to you is your ego, your face, and what makes you ‘bigger’ than everybody else.

Just because you have 'a girl' now, doesn't make you any better. Or bigger.

From now on, you are no longer my friend.

You’re an acquaintance.

And I’m saying it here, of all places, is so that you know. You are no longer my friend, nor will I treat you like one anymore.

I wish you luck with your girl. Just go out with her everyday in the absence of friends. Pretty soon, she’s all you’ll ever know.

Your friends will be gone. I wish you the best of luck.