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BERLINDA.

Your photo here.

I'm a girl who ONLY love myself.
Oh yes, I love my FAMILY & BABY too, :D

strike out.

I want you
I wanna be rich too

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Wednesday, April 26, 2006

every time when u hold my hand, it means a lot to me. i recall e days we spend together. it make me smile. it make me tear. it make u want to rush off work to give me a hug n drain every sec till we are tired. u are so sweet. lately i know my smile seem fading n it's hurt when i sulk. i know u wan me to smile more to u n always. i enjoy to sua pi qi n not throw tantrum at u. we walk thru the poor days, pain, sweat till this very sweet moments. 50 YEARS LATER... i wish i could hold ur hand n share our memories and recall how soft my hand used to be. how sweet u were as we stroll along the beach n till e day my feet aren't resting on ground. i promise, I'll be watching u from above. if u were to go b4 me and I'll be just a minute behind u, wait for me. I'll be there with u. lastly smile after reading this post k. "some days" coming, let make more memorable every year. i want nothing more then to juz hold ur hand and be sufficient reason to survive..


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