Let it be

I still can't believe it

watever...sume org same ja.

bubye.it's not going to be the same.

I really hates people "talking" and doing something behind my back

ak dah tawar hati

u should know.

That's just weird

do

u

know who is this.

I don't know him but 1 things I

do know about this guy.He is popular.

His hair just annoyed me.

2 alam Movies?

talk about typical Malay.haih~

Once again,I'm disappointed with malay films and drama.

; ??
wah bergaya punya laki.rambut cantik.
"rambut aku cantek,nak kawen ngan aku boleh ja"
cantik bow tie. : D
  "aku suka buat movie and besar2kan movie and letak gamba aku sebab aku tahu gamba ak menarik untuk dipertotonkan" kan? kan? kan? 

no mood

omg.I still feel weak,tired and dizzy.

fever.cold

but unfortunately I  must  go to Kuala Pilah (UiTM) today.haih.

I hope it will be better tomorrow.

Misery

They should know this about me

I'm more alone and always by myself.maybe .I can't remember most of it.but I think , I had a good childhood.nothing spectacular,just good,and that's the way I like it. my _ _ _ _ _ _ _ today are merely acquaintances.All I know is,there used to be genuine happiness when I had my "%&(" around me back when I was twelve.7 years on,I struggle to become what they want me to be.but ,perhaps ,I've failed them.They don't even know who I am and they never try to comprehend what I am.They just keeps push and insult me.well I'm abnormal.please accept and help me.They always got me wrong,wrong perception,misunderstood my feelings,point of view,sense in humor,fashion style and behavior.

I have always wondered if my life is worth living.Yes,maybe I'm the fine result of both worlds.But no,I'm not the the prime of the family.Somewhere along the lines of bringing me up,my communication with my parents must have broken down because for the life of me.well.I'm just a pathetic young men with a heart of "fake stone".This is my cover.They don't even know .just a dot.that's it.luckily I have friends and "someone" who maybe understand my feelings.thanks a lot .your existence makes my life a lil bit of light.well...I need a shoulder to cry on.,without them maybe I'll ended up my life with suicide.too much pressure.I hate myself and I hate who I am now.Is it my own fault?? I'm still wondering who should I put the blame on.But I know they always going to blame me.yep.I'm the black sheep.it's ok.I hope I don't act the way they act towards me in the future.dilemma. yep. I wish I had never be born.but this is the reality.whatever it is.i'll survive and i know.no one perfect.i'm ok.
please Ya Allah help me.

.i will change but I know this misery would be forever seated untouched in my heart.

well.nak wat cmnew.air yang dicincang xkkan putus.
redha and tawakkal~ maybe ini cabaran yang tuhan bagy.
sabar and cool ok
u can do it. :' ).
well.life isn't perfect it is a mess.

: D

 

 

   ak x suka org desperate.

ahahahah..don't mess with me darl.

muahxx..xoxoxoxox! ; )

Rain to stop and Sun to walk

The sun rested lightly on tanned arms,gleaming the rooftops and peaks of trees.It was late in the evening and the only  sounds I could hear or I wanted to hear were the mellifluous chirping of birds,the whoosh of a car on the empty road,and the thud thud sound my shoes made.The sun decided to to peek in,, left all the stars,cloud to be gloom with shine.yep.it was a good jogging.chat with my closest friends.Running,walking and a lot of gossiping.It was fun and calm.The sky turns to a lil bit of dreary,give sign to the grass and earth.Rainbow turns out and it started to drop."pluck" "pluck" the rain drop one by one.feel the air.A breeze swept through .Yep it was a good evening jogging.

Fake Cinderella

This is the story where I ended up being a "cinderella" ??..or more precisely being grounded!

shit.Last last Tuesday.I can't remember the date~we went out for a swimming.

yea.swimming la sgt.then gy kl.then ... bla bla bla bla bla bla.

OMG its already 12.00 a:m and my mom keeps calling me on the phone.

I said I will be back in half an hour.

yep.so called farid's half an hour.Eventually I arrived at my home at 5.00 a:m

and that was shit.The hard blistering wind hit me as I stand alone infront of my house with my mom at the door.

Her cold,beady eyes were probing.Slowly,tentatively ,I take a step forward,intoxicated by transcendentalism,inferiority and pride?.

tried to act cool *ko ingat ney ape.american parents ke nak bagy kuar sampai tgh malam.gila punye budak!*

aha!that was it.

mom said "kenape kuar smpi pagy2 ney.x igta rumah.wats wrong with u farid roslan%^%&%*&(((*&

bla bla bla bla bla bla bla..*&()(&)(&&%^&^*(^*&(*
*^(^*&%%*&^()(_*&^%$$^%&*^&()(_*^

kenape!^&^*(&)(&*)(*)*"

and the last thing she said 

"no going out after midnight and u must go home before 12 a:m kalu x..jadik katak!!!"

saye redha.mintap maap mama~ :' (.

yep kene kuar balek before 12a:m alalalalalalalla....

Kisah farid si cinderella x lengkap dan para-paranya : )