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

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Here i go again.

So I am in the art room again doing art coursework like again.
If you were in my position, by having to deal with the 8 spectacular black boards for coursework all over again, like 2 times is twice the pain. Double the pain, double my cravings for winner menthol. Promised B that I would quit but... oh well... I think this habit of giving empty promises is getting out of hand.

Mama-O is too busy to be hearing to all my desperate cries of help. All she can do is to advice me is not to buy contrabands anymore because the last time I was caught, I HAD TO PAY FIVE FREAKING HUNDRED DOLLARS FOR A PACK THAT COST $5. Ergh, still sticking to winner. It may not be a kick for syai but it is for me. Speaking of Syai, its been almost a week since I've heard from her, wonder how she is coping with that obsession of hers. Haha.

Oh did I mention, climbing up the stairs to Assumption's art room is way worst than climbing up the stairs to the overhead bridge? I was panting and very breathless. I think I exceed the number of sticks I'm suppose to have each day. Whoops. But it does not really matter as long as I am satisfied for now.

I am going to Malaysia tomorrow with my makcheeks and my mama-o. Can't wait to visit my kampung then go I dunno which country club this time or maybe not and not forgetting shopping although there is not much to shop over there. If I visit Kuala Lumpur, I want to visit their Starbucks. Been long since I went to Starbucks. Haha. So I will be gone for I dunno how many fuck days but I will definitely miss Nasri. Ala. Should bring him to my kampung next year or whenever. Gonna miss Nelly and her gaganess most of all!