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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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Sunday, May 30, 2010

7 years

by Qiena Abd Halim


We met for 7 years .No one knew we would say goodbye this easily. However we still separated. With the memories we built for a long time,now gone. They said saying goodbyes are painful but I didn’t even have time to feel that. I just thought this is the way staying composed but I cried. Time passed it gave me a simple yearning, Different from what my mind was seeing..

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