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

Monday, July 5, 2010

I thought I'd been having a massively fabulous time eversince Term 3 started until I went borderline yesterday. I could sense tension when I reached home quite later than usual. As expected, my dad invited me in. Hah. He threw me the " look " that was suppose to make me feel threatened. I got quite a hearing from him. Although I tried sucking in my breath and shotting the " WTF " look at him, no more late nights or else, my allowance might be in his control. So I made my choice of choosing money instead of the late nights. I'm totally cool with being grounded. My mum did try to cheer me up. Despite her reassurance, I couldn't ignore the queasy feeling that clung to my insides for the rest of the night.

Life has been pretty all lunatic for me. My dad's words that was suppose to make a difference in my life has definitely stirred a torrent of butterflies in my belly and its not just for the obvious reasons. I've been hanging out alot with my pals, my girlfriends and my babe-boy. I'm not distracted but I can still feel this weird little fluttery burst of panic in the pit of my stomach. Why... I wonder.....

I should definitely confront my babe boyfriend.