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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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Thursday, November 10, 2011

h.e.l.p

by Qiena Abd Halim

am i a claustrophobic? because whenever someone would put a pillow over my face for even a second i felt like i was gonna die..whenever i see movies and someone in a box or in a tight space, i have hard time breathing..whenever i'm in public transport an there is too many people and little room for me to make any movement,i tend to panicking and lost my breath

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