I'm so not in the mood to beat around the bush like I always have.
I know you must be angry when you found out I blocked you in Facebook. I know when you see me at the office, you smile but when I pass, you stick your tongue out and hate me guts.
But you must also know that you have not been giving me my space, you have not been my friend, let alone being my supporter when in time I need one. You love to read what I write, not to better your English, but to speculate whom I am angry with, what wrong I've done, whose toes I stepped on. You love to whisper behind my back, never to confront me for you never have balls. You love to follow my Facebook statuses knowing that you have things to talk about during lunch, during work, during whenever.
But you must know that I write because I love to. I write because it's a form of therapy. I write because I have decided that only one or two of my real friends will know how much I really hate you or despise you, but I can face you and work with you professionally. Because you hate working with emotional people like me. Because we all know that emotional people put passion into their work.
So from stopping you to speculate me and especially now in my present seat, I have to block you. From reading me and my emotions, from speculating whom I am upset with, from you thinking that I was writing about my superior.
But don't be too upset. You are not alone. There's few of you out there, because you all share the same traits - the typical Malay who will always stay typical.
Though some may only get to see my wall and not my statuses, you all actually share the same reason.
Owh, and another thing - you were never my friend.
:P
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