To sn!sholV who will never read this:

I've been seeing your (real) name popping up all over facebook for the past one year.
Like in Friends For Sale or other applications where everyone's name is listed and I'll always see yours first because it starts with an 'A'.

You changed your birthday to 1 Jan. How mature of you to not get over your past till now. Please grow up; there're millions more people suffering emotional hurts more drastic, more painful than yours. I'm not even refering to the starving or homeless. I'm refering to the normal people with a house, food and proper education like the majority but who suffer in silence behind closed doors.

For a year now I still dream of you occasionally and sometimes I pray really hard that I won't see you at Dhoby Ghaut, the only place you'll go out to, if you go out at all. Fine, save for church and the bball court.

I can't stand looking at your name anymore and being in a sian-ed/irritable/etc foul mood because of you.
I don't hate you but the more I think about it, I just can't stand you any longer.

And so goodbye once and for fucking all.

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Hello :D
My name is Yuyi.
You can call me feesh or yy 'cause I'm used to people who can't pronounce my name. :D
I talk alot of random crap sometimes and other times I just let these random stuff bounce around inside my head.
You've just been spared from going through the whole likes and dislikes thing. :D
Yay you.

To sn!sholV who will never read this:

I've been seeing your (real) name popping up all over facebook for the past one year.
Like in Friends For Sale or other applications where everyone's name is listed and I'll always see yours first because it starts with an 'A'.

You changed your birthday to 1 Jan. How mature of you to not get over your past till now. Please grow up; there're millions more people suffering emotional hurts more drastic, more painful than yours. I'm not even refering to the starving or homeless. I'm refering to the normal people with a house, food and proper education like the majority but who suffer in silence behind closed doors.

For a year now I still dream of you occasionally and sometimes I pray really hard that I won't see you at Dhoby Ghaut, the only place you'll go out to, if you go out at all. Fine, save for church and the bball court.

I can't stand looking at your name anymore and being in a sian-ed/irritable/etc foul mood because of you.
I don't hate you but the more I think about it, I just can't stand you any longer.

And so goodbye once and for fucking all.

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