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, November 2, 2010

Because of the pressure, tension, stress and grief o-levels is giving me, I've lose weight. I am well, unbelievably thin because of my metabolism rate and just as I gained 2 kg last month or so, I realised that my waist is getting smaller today. Am I shrinking? Or is it just me? Well, Ram said she is losing weight too. Its as though we have no time to eat. Only 1 meal a day. Oh me gosh? Nevermind, after o's.......i have to eat. alot. a huge lot.

and now, i suddenly remembered when me, ram and syai escaped class and our teacher was searching for us all around the school but her efforts were in vain. We had our secret hideout.

Syai, as usual had to say, " Kita kan famous amos, delicious and tasty, coming back for more. " -.- i'm going to miss those moments. Ala.

Come on nasri, hurry home, get changed and comeover.

I want you to watch hp and the goblet of fire with me.

zzzzzzzzzz.

Deliriously Happy.

As the balloon float up, up and away.
I whispered to my sweetheart, "You are my helium."

love love love nasri.