Farts, smell it

She just complained that I never mention her in this blog so here I am,
typing a special post for you babe.


-We shared the same age, same horoscope with few days apart.

-She's turning 18 soon.

-She stays at Kepong too.

-I hate the road on the way to her house, freaks the hell out of Yuan and I once.

-Her hometown is Perlis too, suprisingly.

-She used to learn chinese but she already forgotten how to speak and write it.

-She wrote "4" in chinese, with 4 horizontal strokes.

-She's a ex-cheer leading leader that only have the fate of lifting people but not get lifted, I wonder why weh.

-She used to have the same hairstyle like my sis, the singapore-merlion-bizarre-big-hair which she might be "ah!"-ing seeing me comment her ex-hairstyle this way.

-She look nice with her long straight hair.

-She look nice in long skirt.

-She can bake. No shit.

-She always worried about her own fringes.

-Shopping drove her crazy ( it drove every girls crazy don't it? )

-She always drag me to go buy food with her.

Drag.

-She's the person that told me what a wonderful voice Josh Kelleys have.

-I'm the person that told her how sad "Wreck of the Day" is,with Anna Nalick's perfect voice.

-"How Could An Angel break my heart" We loved the song.

-She called me babi and always reminds me how lame I can be, pulled me back before I manage to freeze my fellow classmates with those lame jokes.

-She's one of the sitting-at-the-back gang with her seat fixed--the left corner seat from the teacher's view.

-A light "ah!"after coming out with the bimboistic-w-t-f expression and the left hand touching the center of the chest is what she did best, for me.

-She had the Fatimah look, no wonder Yusnie called her that way.

-She's not fat, it's just bigger figure. I quote.

-Mrs Grace's nuisance

-Yusnie's fats

-Sing Kwan's pimp

-My fatso.

Duh-ly the one at the left.

Cik Farah Adila Mansor.

Shit happens recently.

Sorrow overwhelmed.

Tears dropping.

Shattered.
In pieces.

Disappointment.

Seperation.

Misunderstanding.

Conflict.

Betrayal.

Giving up on hope.

Life's that fuckingly, so damn fuckingly sad, isn't it so?

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And dear YOU :

You know what ? After I did so much for you then I realised, you don't even care about us. But I don't want to end up our friendship like this because I care about it more than anyone, any other of your friends I think. But now then I know you don't even care. So maybe I am stupid enough to trust and think that you still care of our friendship. Now it seems that you don't. I still keep the last hope in my heart and I insist not to let it go. I guess we'll see what happen soon.

Sometimes I really wish that I don't know you at the first place, at least now I don't have to worry this much on you.

Or maybe I am too perasan about us. I am too perasan that I thought I know you well but maybe I am not even close about it.

I guess we're on the same boat now, Farah.

You think you know me well

But you don't know me