Before I start my post, let me first apologise to the following people: Shida, Ada, Moses, Gerald and Wai Han. Sorry for my temper tantrum in which I shouted at you guys. I am sincerely sorry about that.

I still recall my promise to myself at the start of JC. I made a solemn promise not to lose my temper, and for good reason. First hand witnesses of when I get angry will testify that I am not myself when I am mad. In fact, I got into a fight with one of my most cherished friends, Kian Peng, during secondary 2, as a result of my temper.

Thankfully, our friendship has remained intact and has hopefully become even stronger, but that incident has led to me to treasure friendship more. Being the (relatively) quiet person that I am, at least around people that I don't know, I tend to clam up, so to be frank, I have a rather small circle of friends.

Which is why I get pissed off whenever I see my friends quarrel, especially over minute things such as chicken chop (sam-u-am and derek should be very familiar with this) Quite frankly, I just hate arguments. If I was to choose an animal which I resemble the msot, it will be the ostrich.

I won't hesitate to say that I am a coward who likes to hide from conflicts. That much is true. Even my chess style is defensive as well. But once in a while, when I am fired up like I am now, the ostrich will go on a rampage.

Both of you were arguing since the start of last year. You argued over anything under the sun. I thought to myself "Hmm, well, they are still young, and may not have matured fully in their mindsets yet". I tried, though perhaps unsuccessfully, to lower the tension between the two of you.

At the start of the new year, I was optimistic in that perhaps with the passing of two months, relationship between the two of you will gradually normalize. I was a fool. Barely a month had past before the two of you were trading accusations over the stupidity/retardedness of your various better halves.

A small matter, I said, attempting to defuse the situation. No, you told me via your expression, that the matter was a question of life and death. I questioned the other one on what happened. You valiantly defended your other half by saying that you were the one to ask him to do whatever grievous harm he inflicted on the your enemy's other half. You finished off with a witty comment "So there's nothing wrong what."

And just today, the two of you were arguing again. Over who should walk to each other. The absurdity of the fact was that you were not separated by the Himalayan, neither were you separated by the Alps, you were merely separated by one floor. What was worse was that you had to communicate through me.

I am sick and tired of always being the middleman. The one who tries to salvage what remains of civility that lies between the both of you. Go on and fight it out with your immature and petty disputes. I am quite sure that even World War II will seem to be a minor war when compared to yours. Perhaps you think I am just talking crap. Perhaps you won't even bother to read my post to its end. I don't care, frankly. I may lose two friends from now on, but to continue to plaster over an increasing crack is a coward's act, and I have enough of being a coward.

You two can continue to fight it out. I have stopped caring. Fight if you must, kill each other if necessary, but remember not to spill the blood onto my shoes. I couldn't care less about your disputes anymore.