I am someone who takes full rensponsibility of my actions and words,therefore I think before I speak,and sometimes I prefer to say nothing.But I keep silence most of the time,especially when in groups.I only talk much when I know who I am with,who's beside me,and who am I talking to.Not many people that could make me feel easy to speak,bu there are such people.They are faqie,azwa,dayah,memey,fazer,sarah and some of my childhood friends..Among thousands of friends I have and thousands af people I know,they are the special persons that could make me easy to express although there are limits to each of them..But still,I wish that they will find their happiness because they brought mine.The happiness I never seem to have since I was little,and I seldom care about it too,thinking it wasn't important...Thank you.

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  1. Arif DzulkifliJuly 28, 2010 at 9:12 PM

    citpoodaaahhh!..hey dear, happiness may come all the way if you wish for it..no matter what situation you are in, with just a bit of motivation and positive thinking, you may smile without any hesitate..seriously! chill la weh..tiap2 hari mari bule gak xrok boh..hahahaha =)

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  2. FarahAugust 5, 2010 at 6:27 AM

    haha,abg long jumpe gak deh blog una. tkde la,saje je nk disgorge feeling nie~~~ sbb una hrap blog ni akan dibaca oleh org yg una tujukan.

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