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The friend

I remem­ber there was this one time where I have post­ed some­thing about being fake. I don’t under­stand though, just because I pre­fer not to have my pic­tures post­ed online, I am auto­mat­i­cal­ly called a ‘fak­er’. When I do, and when I post­ed an old pic­ture of myself, I am called a ‘fak­er’.

Then, when oth­er peo­ple post celebri­ty pic­tures as their pro­file pic­tures, they are not being fake. Why is that so? I hard­ly could com­pre­hend. I fig­ured, if the said per­son is using a pic­ture that is not his own, but of a celebri­ty, he is spared from the pub­lic per­se­cu­tion, but how­ev­er if the said per­son is using a pic­ture of anoth­er per­son who isn’t quite as famous, is he then a fak­er. Does that make sense? Con­tin­ue Read­ing →

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The Heart Breaking Moment

This post is pub­lished with­out proof­read­ing. If you are look­ing for a per­fect writ­ten post, you have come to the wrong page

I guess many had already known that I main­tain a few Face­book account.

On the recent event on Face­book, I had encoun­tered some­thing that had kept me awake, and not sure what to do.

It was mid­night yes­ter­day that I received a friend request. It wasn’t a friend request on Face­book that I would nor­mal­ly ignore, because this time, it was a per­son that I know from anoth­er account; A per­son that I had had great inter­est with before he mys­te­ri­ous­ly dis­ap­peared from my life.

I sent him a mes­sage, pre­tend­ing that I do not know him. Which is the right thing to do, I think. Even pri­or to that, I had thought of just ignor­ing the friend request, and move on. I spent the whole day think­ing about it, and could not reach a deci­sion. I mes­saged him.

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