Okay. So apparently my BELOVED FACEBOOK got freakin' spammed by the admin,saying that I've misused my FB. Fyi, sejak bila I misuse? I just post comments to people and that's just basically it! Urggggggggggh. Seriously it's getting on my nerves. Dahla time2 kebosanan it's so annoying tau. Cannot see pictures, cannot see new people and I can't play my RESTAURANT CITYYYYYYYYYYYYY! God dammit. Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy must it be this way?? Okay maybe I'm being a bit dramatic. hahaha. aiyoooo.If kena buat baru punya tak tau nak cakap apa la kan. agagaga. haih. Rasa nak lempang ajaaaa.
Anyways, I've deleted his facebook. Yeah call me jahat or what to delete him. But I have my own reasons to not let him be in my friends' list. It's only for me to know. I've deleted his number, everything lah I think. The pictures? Soon maybe. To those who's reading this, maybe soon it will be him ke apa, let it be. Let people know how I feel. After all.It's my blog. So, no one can have anything against it. The memories? Hmm. Soon it will be vanished I hope. I mean call me mean by doing all this. Trust me, it's the least that I wanna do, especially when it comes to him. C'mon man. He was everything to me back when we were together. Call it a cliche or something, but yeah. Can't blame me for that. So anyways, somehow I dunno why Eya still keeps his facebook padahal bukannya that guy rapat with my sister or anything. But suddenly while browsing through her own FB, she told me his latest status. He was talking something about karma. Oh wait now I remember. Don't play with karma. Yes. Was he talking about himself, me or generally? Haha. I should be the one who'll be saying "karma is sweet" to him though. But on the other hand, he should know it himself better. Ah fuck it lah. Whatever rocks his boat. I'm off to buka puasa with my family now. Just to let myself and others know. I'm holding on okay for now. I feel lighter, inside the heart. But it's a lie up until now that I don't think about him. Again, fuck all this. Wasting my time and what do I get from it? Nothing.
Chalos. Much love, Cha. Mwahs.
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