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, March 13, 2010

The family gathering at my new grandma house was horrible.

The food is totally atrocious and i am disgusted with the satays that have been stir fried hours ago. Everything on the menu today was so blearghhhhhh.
Adding on the fact, everyone there is so bossy. I do not even want to be acknowledged as one of your family member if my grandfather did not remarried. Ah, shucks.

On the way home, i was on the same train as boyfriend.
We went searching for each other and finally...we met.
Even if it was for 10 minutes until the train reached yew tee, he managed to make me smile.
I want to kissy kissy him. Nevermind, tomorrow can!