Give your gadget a holiday.
If it could talk, I’m sure it would say it is fed up with your face.
Your squinting eyes.
The drool you haven’t wiped yet.
And the smell of the poop you shamelessly share with it as you tell the world
(all your 122 followers)
that you are taking a dump while tweeting this.
Quit trying to impress it.
For it knows who you are.
The you who ignores people who really know you for people who really don’t.
Drop your gadget in a pool.
Let it swim.
It might just set you free.
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like my father said.. gadgeet mulu dipegang.. :D