I'm really proud to be a Singaporean, to be part of YOG. It's such a thing to be really proud of.

Heartbroken. After so long, I'm still feeling heartbroken.

I think life has given me so much more meaning without weeboon hindering my life anymore. I used to live my life for him, he want this I do, he hates that I don't do. He seemed to be the one ordering and deciding my life, I've got no room for my own decisions and what I really wanna do. But finally when I've break through that shell of living my life for him, I became so much happier.


But then, I'm restricting him like mad. I'm still throwing little tempers at him. I want his attention, I want him to make it up to me like he said he would. Such a liar, such a hypocrite. This is all you can give me, this is what you call a make-up?