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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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Friday, April 20, 2012

The Boy :

by Qiena Abd Halim


salam....


this boy ..umm..he just gave me his phone number..what makes u think that i'm going to send a text to you...? i hate texting people first..it make me feel annoying and insecure...not that i like u or anything..it just make me feel really2 uncomfortable ..well, we never speak to each other in the first place,it's so awkward for me...sorry for making u embarassing by ignoring u...i'm not interested....yes u got a handsome face,the height but u r not the one.

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