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Just so you know...
Real happiness comes from inside. Nobody can give it to you. ♥
{♥} Thursday, February 4, 2010

Hello readers.

Here, i am blogging again. Currently, I am feeling so down. If it is not Hari Raya Haji, I wudnt want to go back home. I dunno why. But I just dun like to see the situation there. I HATE the way they treat me. If u have read my older post, once, I were in deep difficulties. I had no one to support me, I cant even stay at my own home. I am very lucky to have my Paksu and family. Not forgetting my love. They were the one who always there to support and help me. And I mean no one EXCEPT THEM. At that point of time, I was staying at their house. I enjoyed being there, with the kids around. However, Kak Yana, Abg Azul and my love persuaded me to go back home. I was reluctant at first cos I jus dislikes feeling down. Nevertheless, Hari Raya Haji, I decided to go back home with a heavy heart. I know, I wudnt enjoy going back. Haiz.. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.

I had an arguement with my Mama. She blame me for all the things I never did to that FUCKING KID. Well u see. Mama ask me to take care for that FUCKING KID a while cos she needs to have her prayers. So I did follow her instructions. Suddenly, that FUCKING KID cried. I just dunno why. I guess, she wants her milk. But, the water was not boiled yet. So I just ask her to keep quiet and continue watching the tv. Suddenly, when Mama had done with her prayers, Mama ask that FUCKING KID what happen. Guess wad. That FUCKING KID told Mama that I have beaten her. Wad the hell!!!! I straight away tell her off but indeed Mama chose not to believe me. Well, what can i say. For the first time, I saw a 2 year old toddler who had LIED! What the hell!! I was so pissed off. I just packed my bag and just get out from that house. I am very angry and feeling down at the same time. I cant say anything cos she is just a kid. So let it be. I got no say.

Ya Allah, please keep me strong in facing all these obstacles. Amin.

To the BUSYBODY CLAN in my families, You are free to spread around my post. Cos I dun owe u people a life!!! So you can FARK OFF!

Peace. =)

8:41 PM
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-21 yrs young-
-24.07.89,first cry-
-simple ladyy-
-fickle-minded-
-can be chatty-
-currently working-
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Loves.

-my FIANCE-
-my friends-
-my love-
-pink,purple,red,black-
-manicure,pedicure-
-shopping-
-red roses-
-lollypops-
-teddy bears-
-perfumes-
-jewelleries-
-face cosmetics-

Hates.

-liars!!-
-backstabbers!!-
-two-faced freaks!!-
-hypocrites-
-betrayers-
-insects-

Wishing Well.

I have cleared my wishing list.
I am engaged. I had a loving and caring fiance.

Everyone knows how much we love each other.

I am getting married anytime soon.

I am gonna make it a dream one that me and fiance will never forget.

I am gonna have my own house in 4 years time.

I am gonna make it like a palace even the space i had is small.

Syukur Alhamdulilah, my life is nearly complete.


Scream.