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I am not a word. I am not a line. I am not a girl that can ever be defined. Don't u worry ur pretty little mind, ppl throw rocks at things that shine

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This Blog BELONG TO Qiena Abd Halim ...i just want u to know that this is My Space,My Place,My bLog,so i have right to write anything that i want,when i want that relate to my life.I'm have no intention to embarrass anyone as i do not mention ur real's name..so if you feel annoyed or don't like what i'm already posting,u can get outta here.another reminder to all reader,i'm admit that i used harsh words to express my feeling because this is me. if you hate it, just close my page and dont read it ..

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Monday, January 18, 2010

bRoken English==LOL

by Qiena Abd Halim

have u ever receive this kind of sms..i did..
it said:

Tipah nk tulis surat kat boypren owng puti die...bermulanye dngan,,,


"hello,the reason i write this letter because i want to cut off our relationship..i saw u play wood 3..u are really crocodile land.i don't like u to play with my liver.i don't want banana to fruits 2 times.i don't want to cry until no more air water..safe walk--tipah..."




i laughed at this...real hard..gud 4 release stress

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