it's not a diary. it's a JOURNAL

I didn't get to write a few things that happened and revealed to me on the previous post. Well, maybe so that I could have MORE to write till this point of time. DISCLAIMER : This post has been vetted by a very kind, pretty, and smart cici yang minta namanya disebutkan baru dia mau vet. CICI TINA MUSTIKA. Single? Definitely. Available? Must ask her Father first for her hand. Otherwise, confirm won't make it la ya hahahaha. Ok I asked her to check because I don't want this post to be some kind of post-breakup rant that definitely UNFAEDAH yah. Maklum dulu pernah alay wkwkwkkwwk trust me this blog was from 2010 (or 2009) and earlier posts, they ain't pretty, mate!  OK RIGHT ON. The day after was SUPER BUSY. Went out quite early and reached home close to midnite. Spending whole day with The Channel's friends, watching movie and stuff. I went back home spent. Not only tired, I felt SUPER EMPTY like a big void in my heart. I was like, "

"So I ask you now. Will you just release me?" Well, how do you respond to such question? "What now God?" I whispered to my Father, the best adviser ever. He said, "I am not done yet. But now, let him go lor." SERIOUSLY THO????? SINCE WHEN GOD SPEAK SINGLISH?? LOR? GOD? Before you read on, a teeny weeny bit of disclaimer here : If what you wanted to see is juicy stories on how a relationship initiated by God could fall apart once and for all, I bet you'd be disappointed. R stories would remain his portion to tell. Besides, how could you come home to your Father, the Father of LOVE, with hands full of slander? Sons and daughters are being recognized through their love, aren't we? So. Here goes. This is my side of the story. This past one month was simply THE DARKEST I've even been through so far. Trumping the affair of mom, and dad's other family, and even Febe's wandering around in the shadow. Trumping not getting any