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, February 23, 2010

Let bygones be bygones.
I just want you to know that whatever happens, you will always be the first thing in my mind. I tend to always remember what i went through with you last time. So much sorrows, sacrifices but still happy. I am caught in between on whether to leave or to stay. I really wish things were not this way but if really we are destined to be together, we will be back. You have grown alot baby and i know i've taught you to be a better person. I am proud that you behave yourself. Just one thing. I keep questioning you, why...WHY did you ever leave me? Till this day, i have never came to a conclusion why. Through all.......you are someone that i can never get over with. Not this soon. Its nice having to text you all over again. Its nice having to know how healthy you are now. How much you want me in your arms right now is how much i yearn to see you smile.
Just promise, never to forget me.

What if you feel you love someone else but not your boyfriend?
Bitchy enough? There's always a reason why girls bitch around at times.
When you feel that everything is perfect, you can sense someone is faking it.

xoxo, with all the love in the universe, nasri punya.

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!