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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

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Mr Martin's Class tomorrow.

This was me and Rahimah during maths @ Mercu yesterday.

We were dead bored. The teacher did not give us enough attention. Haha, ya righhhhht.

So today, had school like obviously.

Things are like normal except for the fact that i have tons of homework.

ARGHGHGHGHG.

Had science test after school then b fetch me.

Head to bp and bought " MM " hahahahahaha.

I went home, change and head to Ijat's to do art. Mama was like asking me to pratice *ayak-ayak* cos the performance was just around the corner. YIKES!

Guess who was my teacher this time round? Mr My Boyfriend Nasri.

I did pretty well under his supervision. Hahaha yeah right. Except for the part where we kiss everytime i got a step perfect. Best kan ada cikgu camni. HAHA.

Cikgu boleh jadi matair like whatever. HAHA.

I wanna say sorry to Ms D. She's right, i should suck it up.

So here i go, suck it ah Farahhhhhhh, tomorrow cca seh.

Okay aku konek.

K byeeeeee lah!