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I can’t remember the password and you might hath to go.. Farewell bitter memories.. 


today I know I am deeply loved. It’s funny to read back on the past entries and noticed how hung up I am on that individual. A toxic mess that is still living in her own world with crap values. 

I am glad I found the new love of my life. Someone that cares for me so much and place me as top priority in all that she does. She shows by her actions and not mere words. While I am just her pig pig who creates more laundry and mess about the house. Wahahaha. 

Now.. Shd I open a new blog? Or just keep things here. They are also part of my memories. Wondering if I could change the name, if so, I ll retain this. Because I could no longer relate to the name anymore. 

Blissfully loved by j. 

Confirmation of termination 

this is the night that my heart finally bled. I cried long and hard because I am still very much in pain. Loving an unlovable person and hankering for her affections for the longest time. It’s very sad indeed. 

I love her so much and for so long. Felt a longing pinch of sadness and pain. But it is only for our own good that we move on. No matter, she ll always be my first love, one that I held close to my heart. Farewell, my love 


Moving on 

Today is 5 May 2015 and it marks the day that I decide to end my longing for this narcissistic person who don’t care for me anymore. I will never weep for her again. 

She gave up on US. 

I will only be happy. Bye blog. 



When your staff came to borrow my keys last week, I knew this was coming and flatly refused. When I relented this week, the harsh outcome appeared. You hit the roof and took back what was rightfully YOURS. Indeed.

I sobbed uncontrollably in office that day. Deeply saddened by your callous heart and selfish actions. You could have told me to return it to you, than to convey it to me through a third party. You would rather that I never come back right? I held the keys for over 3 years and never did I complain about the countless times of cleaning and furnishings. Now, you just heartlessly booted me now. Are you going to throw out my things too? I felt really really down and unfortunately my new staff caught my vulnerable sad face. She was shocked and was very concerned. All the more, I felt even more hurt because the very person that I loved, does not even care for me anymore. Maybe this is it.

I just continued with my work and didn’t winch. Until another colleague came and we left together for dinner. A pint of beer and truffle fries could not drown my sorrows a single bit. I could not sleep till 4am. I started to nurse a cough but it is my wounded heart that hurt the most.

Thanks for taking the keys to your house back. It is another push for me to make up my mind to leave. One that I can never bear to, for so long.

On Friday night, you sent me an email to edit Didi’s photo. Does your mind auto-reset that you just hurt me badly on Wednesday or that I am nothing but a lowly slave to you? Perhaps subconsciously, it hurt so bad that I forgot all about it, and rather lying in bed with my two phoes – continuously nursing my wounds. Until I saw your second email to ‘kindly ignore’ where I realised ‘Alas, how did I forget?’. I deleted the reason and reckon nothing matters anymore.

On Saturday, I rode out. The skies are beautiful and the sounds of happy conversations are all around the park, Gardens by the bay, Marina Bay Sands and more. I was still trying very hard to forget you. I tried reminding myself that the world can be such a happier place and I should treat myself better. Maybe, I should. You are no longer good for me and I had enough. Do I still need to ask and hurt myself when it is so clear that you don’t love me anymore. Are we even cooling off or just calling it off? Though I knew, I can’t bring myself to affirm it.

For a moment on Saturday, I was stumbled for words and if only I was more courageous and less hung up on you.

Today, I saw that you left our siblings’ chat group since Thursday. Seems like you are determined to go. Farewell, my love.