auuuhhhh, cuti skolah ni bosan la
the other day jumpa geetha ngan biya
had fun talking hahahahha
i'd write more but main sims ):
the other day jumpa geetha ngan biya
had fun talking hahahahha
i'd write more but main sims ):
welcome to farid bellic (who is also a dovahkiin)'s blog! o(≧∀≦o)
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
i dont care who you are
but no one,
i mean NO ONE
MESSES WITH MY FRIENDS.
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck you.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
i've never laughed so hard in my life
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
work in progress
Skeeter began to like his new hangout.
It was clean, to the point of how he can almost see his own reflection on the shiny tiled floor. It had a clean air, though the smell of antiseptic still lingered. It was a very comfortable place to be in, this hospital.
The problem is, it's too noisy.
People rushing in and out, visiting their loved ones (which made him recall of his days in here before).But there was this one girl, almost no one seemed to bother to even take a glimpse at.
Luna Wright.
At least, that's what it said on the clipboard pinned at the end of her bed. Her skin was deathly pale, her cheeks slightly sunken. Her eyes were rimmed with dark, tired bags. Half of her head was wrapped up in bandaged, her light brown hair partly covering her right eye.
She didn't talk much, so naturally, he just hung out under her bed.
She'd do the occasional sneeze, and Skeeter tried hard not to say the almost instincitive "Bless You."
He kept silent, but the urge to socialize was strong. He can't let her hear him talk, she'd look for where the voice came from. And if she DID find him, she'd probably die of a heart attack.
I mean, who wouldn't? He's a damn floating half a torso.
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