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SCGS? It can't be a good school.
Grace Fu and Josephine Teo are from SCGS.
I rest my case.
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My Journal, My Life
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Grace Fu and Josephine Teo are from SCGS.
I rest my case.
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Mar 19 2026
I wish you had never married her. Now I hate you.
It's 10.30pm.
My brain just couldn't go into intermission.
Mr G. I hate you.
If you happen to surf this forum and chance upon this post, I want you to remember that you are a fxxking bastard that I once loved and adored.
Now, I find myself gazing at my mobile phone gallery, sniveling away, tears dropping on those videos and pics of us together, in those times of felicity and beatitude.
And I will delete them after I pen this post.
I will never fathom why you proceeded with your marriage to that bitchy heifer, knowing the mental torment it would cause me, even up to this day.
Remember you sent me that rose-gold Bvlgari Serpenti Seduttori two days before your wedding day? I want to torment you too by penning this now.
You called that evening and asked if I like that watch, blubbering away, as you uttered your perpetual love for me on the mobile. You recapitulated that you never had the intention to hurt me. You elucidated your "knotty" family circumstances, leading to your asinine decision to marry that heifer.
Are you now enjoying your marital bliss? I bet you have lost all your el deseo sexual!
In that call, I remember I had reiterated that I want to see you one last time.
It was already slightly past 10pm that night. My home was silent, except for the low hum of my Mitsubishi starmex aircon.
You had the access card to my condominium. I heard your unhurried footsteps outside my door in familiar cadence. I immediately ran and stood at my door, waiting for you to key in the numbers on my electronic door panel. My arms crossed under my breasts, so that the silk of my white translucent blouse pulled tightly across them. I wanted you to regret what you will be missing in the future. I wanted to hurt you deeply.
The door opened. Our eyes interfaced. Without saying a word, you leaned forward, hugged me and I felt a desire which was too importunate to resist.
You whispered into my ears, "I love you". I broke away from your hug, angry, but yet emotionally desired to be submissive.
"Fxxk you and your marriage!", I screamed at you. Embarrassed that my neighbours would hear my rather loud exclamation, you immediately shut the door.
With both of your hands, you grabbed me towards you and stared into my teary eyes, without even uttering a word. I felt that I needed to let everything out.
“If you keep looking at me without saying a word, then get the fxxk out of my home!" I screamed at you. Remember?
You grabbed me tighter, then slid your hand into my hair, tilted my head back, and kissed me like you have been starving for it, like a lecherous beast.
You weren't ’t gentle. I didn't mind. My hands then fisted in your shirt, yanking you closer until there was no space left. You licked into my mouth, slow and filthy, swallowing the little sound I made, when your free hand found the slit in my skirt, and slid up the inside of my bare thigh.
"No underwear?" You whispered. I remembered smiling sheepishly.
I tugged at your Louis Vuitton belt while you pushed my skirt higher. When your fingers finally slipped between my folds, I was already so wet and two of your fingers slid inside me easily. My head just dropped back on a choked but loud moan.
“Shhhhhh,” you warned, even as you curled your fingers and found the spot that made my thighs trembled.
“Your neighbour can hear!” you whispered softly.
“Then make me come fast,” I remembered whispering back.
You immediately dropped to your knees between my spreading thighs, shoved my skirt up around my hips, hooked one of my legs over your shoulder, put your mouth onto and started "resuscitating" my starved coochie.
My hands flew to your hair, gripping hard enough to hurt you. You didn’t care. You licked in slow circles, then sucked in a firm but steady rhythm, until my hips jerked. I even had to bite my own wrist to muffle my moans. You added two fingers again, interpolating me with them, while your tongue worked in relentless rhythm.
I remembered I came apart in under three minutes, my back arching off the wall, thighs clamping around your head, and a broken version of your fxxking name caught behind my teeth.
When I stopped shaking, you stood up, wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, and pulled me upright. Then, I remembered my pupils were probably blown wide, lips swollen, cheeks flushed.
“Your turn,” I breathed, already working your zipper down.
You caught my wrist. “Not here.”
My brows lifted.
"Bedroom!" you whispered.....
Remember that night now?
And now remember this.
I HATE YOU FOREVER.
I wish you had never married her. Now I hate you.
It's 10.30pm.
My brain just couldn't go into intermission.
Mr G. I hate you.
If you happen to surf this forum and chance upon this post, I want you to remember that you are a fxxking bastard that I once loved and adored.
Now, I find myself gazing at my mobile phone gallery, sniveling away, tears dropping on those videos and pics of us together, in those times of felicity and beatitude.
And I will delete them after I pen this post.
I will never fathom why you proceeded with your marriage to that bitchy heifer, knowing the mental torment it would cause me, even up to this day.
Remember you sent me that rose-gold Bvlgari Serpenti Seduttori two days before your wedding day? I want to torment you too by penning this now.
You called that evening and asked if I like that watch, blubbering away, as you uttered your perpetual love for me on the mobile. You recapitulated that you never had the intention to hurt me. You elucidated your "knotty" family circumstances, leading to your asinine decision to marry that heifer.
Are you now enjoying your marital bliss? I bet you have lost all your el deseo sexual!
In that call, I remember I had reiterated that I want to see you one last time.
It was already slightly past 10pm that night. My home was silent, except for the low hum of my Mitsubishi starmex aircon.
You had the access card to my condominium. I heard your unhurried footsteps outside my door in familiar cadence. I immediately ran and stood at my door, waiting for you to key in the numbers on my electronic door panel. My arms crossed under my breasts, so that the silk of my white translucent blouse pulled tightly across them. I wanted you to regret what you will be missing in the future. I wanted to hurt you deeply.
The door opened. Our eyes interfaced. Without saying a word, you leaned forward, hugged me and I felt a desire which was too importunate to resist.
You whispered into my ears, "I love you". I broke away from your hug, angry, but yet emotionally desired to be submissive.
"Fxxk you and your marriage!", I screamed at you. Embarrassed that my neighbours would hear my rather loud exclamation, you immediately shut the door.
With both of your hands, you grabbed me towards you and stared into my teary eyes, without even uttering a word. I felt that I needed to let everything out.
“If you keep looking at me without saying a word, then get the fxxk out of my home!" I screamed at you. Remember?
You grabbed me tighter, then slid your hand into my hair, tilted my head back, and kissed me like you have been starving for it, like a lecherous beast.
You weren't ’t gentle. I didn't mind. My hands then fisted in your shirt, yanking you closer until there was no space left. You licked into my mouth, slow and filthy, swallowing the little sound I made, when your free hand found the slit in my skirt, and slid up the inside of my bare thigh.
"No underwear?" You whispered. I remembered smiling sheepishly.
I tugged at your Louis Vuitton belt while you pushed my skirt higher. When your fingers finally slipped between my folds, I was already so wet and two of your fingers slid inside me easily. My head just dropped back on a choked but loud moan.
“Shhhhhh,” you warned, even as you curled your fingers and found the spot that made my thighs trembled.
“Your neighbour can hear!” you whispered softly.
“Then make me come fast,” I remembered whispering back.
You immediately dropped to your knees between my spreading thighs, shoved my skirt up around my hips, hooked one of my legs over your shoulder, put your mouth onto and started "resuscitating" my starved coochie.
My hands flew to your hair, gripping hard enough to hurt you. You didn’t care. You licked in slow circles, then sucked in a firm but steady rhythm, until my hips jerked. I even had to bite my own wrist to muffle my moans. You added two fingers again, interpolating me with them, while your tongue worked in relentless rhythm.
I remembered I came apart in under three minutes, my back arching off the wall, thighs clamping around your head, and a broken version of your fxxking name caught behind my teeth.
When I stopped shaking, you stood up, wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, and pulled me upright. Then, I remembered my pupils were probably blown wide, lips swollen, cheeks flushed.
“Your turn,” I breathed, already working your zipper down.
You caught my wrist. “Not here.”
My brows lifted.
"Bedroom!" you whispered.....
Remember that night now?
And now remember this.
I HATE YOU FOREVER.
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