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Prologue


James Ng Kok Boon


"When the going gets tough, the tough gets going.
Things happen twice. Once in your mind, the other in action.
We write our own chapters in life, we are who we are."
and it goes on...

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Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Dear friend,

It was to a total coincidence that I happened to stumble upon a email that you sent to me back then that made me wanted to write this letter to you. Flashbacks and memories started flowing back to the good old JC days. I can still vividly remember the bubbly you that couldn't stay still for a moment. The funny faces you make, gossiping like a third aunty and six grandmother in class and doodling on others lecture books.

My lecture notes are full of your graffiti of random stuffs,drawings and our mini chat room during lectures. We would always snack on this particular brand of biscuit which can be bought from a vending machine in school for fifty cents. Be it during lessons, lectures or during our breaks. However to our dismay, we found out that it is cheaper to buy it from the supermarket.

When i wanted to learn to play the piano to impress a girl, you offered a helping hand. We would practice on the only piano in school, trying to get this mozart wannabe to be able to at least play a tune or something. However till now I am unable to achieve that, either I'm a bad learner or you're a bad teacher.

At a point in time, I was on the verge of giving up and that's when you sent me that particular heart-warming email. Thinking back, I was still immature and didn't really give a hoot about it.

Right now I realized never have I been so wrong. I made some silly mistakes and lost a great friend.

How have you been?

Hope that you are doing well in pursuing your dreams.

Your words of encouragement shone my path and brought me out of darkness and I will always remember that.

Till the next time we meet,
Your lost friend


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