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

I am sick of my job but i love the people there. How is this possible?
I have not seen my baba for a few days but he stills on the heater for me when i return home from work late. How touching.
I come home so late every night and go out to work so early in the morning.
First to arrive at the restaurant, last to leave. How wonderfully tiring.
I have customers nagging, rude and tacky yet i have customers flirting with me.
My manager is very hillarious. Work has been very fun yet tiring.
Zul and Fazlin went to Malaysia that means i would have to replace them. UGH.
I miss Fazlin. I miss Zul too. But mostly i miss waking up to hear my bf's voice on the line.
I can shop for anything i want now but i don't have the time. How funny?
My own mama misses seeing me with Nasri at home. She misses Nasri alot too.
I have an ulcer because i kissed bf when he was having 4 ulcers in his mouth.
I miss ALL MY GIRLFRIENDS especially Irah rush & Nasrul.
I want to go for a manicure but i can't have nail polish on while working.
I had 8 caramel frapucino this week. I think i'm addicted to it but i just won't stop visiting starbucks as i am working in town, you see.
Baba wants to bring the family out to eat seafood tomorrow but i am working till late :(
Lastly, there is so much things i want to blog about but i really need to time now to sleep.
I better not be working on countdown. Oh please.

Good night nasri. Good night everyone.
I love nasri. Nasty nasri.....
Okay enough farah. Good bye.