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

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Its gonna be a bloody weekend.

I would like to share with all of you, my frustration for the whole day of yesterday.

Well, first of all i was bloody late for vivian's party which made me having to spend lesser bloody time over there. Even though my parents knew that i badly wanted to stay, my parents still had to bloody dragged me all the way to Geylang. Bloody hell. So we left vivian's place at 8pm and my parents drove amanda to cck. Well, i hope my father is sastified that he got his bloody mazda car for hari raya. Spending bloody hundreds over a few days.

Why am i repeating the word bloody? Well, i was wondering, thinking hard. I was having cramps eversince i met Nasri till yesterday, the WHOLE DAY IN SCHOOL. Well, there was no bloody stain at 5pm so i thought my tummy was just dying of hunger, only at 8pm, Bloody hell. Then, i knew that i was fasting the whole day for nothing.

Next, i hate the fact that i had to go to Geylang with my pepek bleeding furiously/violently and the fact that my cramps were taking over me. I was going to die sia.

WAIT! THAT'S NOT ALL.
I actually forgot that my hp is not with me now! WHY?
well, i met nasri at my bustop yesterday and we went lot 1. So, i slipped my hp in his pocket as i had no pockets. Amazingly, i forgot all about my hp because i was drooling over nasri. I only realised when i was in 190 otw to bkt panjang. Seriously. WHAT THE HELL.

I had to tell my mama. What would my mama say?

Me: Mama, i left my hp with a boy.
Mama: You damn bitch, mentel! Nak gatal aje!!!! Then she (*&&^%&^%%!!!!!!!!
Me: Its Nasri la.
Mama: Oh, (SUDDEN SILENCE. ) Ask him come over to our place tomorrow.

At geylang,

Me: What if Geylang terbakar suddenly?!?!
Mama: -.- I would leave u and run away forever.

HA HA! with no hp now, i am waiting for my cramps to ease abit and go for art.
GO FOR ART ON RAYA EVE?! Nasri better come over today. I miss my nokia 6610.