And it all begins...

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Hi I'm Farah Afiqah. It does not really matter how you choose to pronounce it. I'm 19.
Speak, think and live easy. Indecisive and gullible but I don't need anyone to make choices for me. What really matters is what I do with what I have. At times, I love to hear things that makes no sense at all. Its stress-free. Treat me right and I'll learn how to clique with you.
This is my blog, my say. Everything I express here, is purely from the bottom of my heart. Have fun reading! xoxo

Sunday, June 29, 2008

heartbreaks.

as ure a part of me,
wherever you'll be,
there will always will be me.
i'll stay just right beside u.
till the time u want to let go.
i have u in my heart.
never will i forget to give u the best u ever wanted.
i want u just right beside me.
always and forever.
but it seems the way u r reacting,
u want me never to interfere.
feefly da tak perlu dalam hidup kecyk lagi ey?
just tell me the truth.
i can leave u right now even.
i just want u to be happy.
don't torture urself by being with me..
have it your way-------

putri..
i think .
i think .
i think .
---------------- haiz. i just lose myself in this.
ill just go with the flow.
we'll see one day.

HELMI, WHERE ARE U?

im blessed to be at home now.
[:

ok i told my mum off.

" ma , can u stop telling putri what's happening in my life cos she's like someone who tells the whole world ? she's not what u thinks she is ok ? she's laughing at me the whole time. she's one of the fire starters who starts the sparks for the rumours!! "

and my mama replied.
" so dier mcm bitch ah in the school? okkk . i wont tell her anything anymore. u make sure this doesnt repeat cos mama love u so much . sorry cos i tell putri , i didnt know she was like this bad. "

me , " yeah duh ! u could at least call fatin or aisyah righhhhhht ! mamaaaa , i don't wana u to contact nor talk to her anymore . i hate her mouth . "

yay mama agrees not to tell all her feelings to her anymore.
u see, everytime i trust putri , its so wrong.
i don't think i wana ever trust her anymore.
its so wrong siahhhhhhh .

kiddo , im sorry.
let's start anew ahk.