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

Friday, October 16, 2009

Only you.

I had school today. I dragged myself to school.
I had to because i had sci prelims(2).
End school at 1230pm and smallie met me outside school.
We had lunch with Irah & Haziq at Bukit Panjang mac.
Head to the library to browse through some books. Irah managed to find me a book on celtic borders. Best! And, as usual, our little mr.smallie cannot stop moaning and groaning in the library. Smallie send me home afterwards.
Something happened which caused me to burst into laughter.
I will not mention here because if not, i bet smallie would bite the pimples on my cheeks again.
We head to my house then had ice cream! He went off to lepak after that.

I changed my number like again. This time, i will really choose people to give my number to.
If i happen to pass you my number, please do not pass to Kecyk.
He's irritating and plucking my nerves. Im done with him, forever and never ever with him again.

The reason why i'm drooling over smallie right now...
Not because he has a totally cool hairdo and has dreamy eyes BUT because, he's the only guy that my parents can get along well with. He's honest, sweet and kind.
I don't really know why i actually broke-up with him, i was really stupid then. I really treasure our friendship and i really do not want to lose you. In any way or so, you will never fail to make me laugh.
You do not need the anything to win me over but just you and your smile.
Baby you know that i miss you, i want to get back with you but all i need now, is a miracle.

If you were to come over to my room, you would see maths notes all hanging on the wall.
My tuition teacher thinks its a great idea. Not.
I need to get back to my art. Goodbye.