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my way
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

intercom.


alternative exits.

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Thursday, December 21, 2006

What's with this man?
He's just a simple guy who got me addicted to him.
It wasn't at first sight; he swept me off my feet though.
I love the way he speak.
I love the way he smile.
I love the way he looks at me.
I enjoy having him around, we have endless conversation and time never seems to be enough. Neither do I want to go home nor hang up the phone if is with him. The more I understand him, the more I'm attracted to him.
I think of him when I wake up in the morning.
I miss him when I didn't get to see him.
I smile when he looks at me.
I laugh when he's happy.
I cry when he's nasty. My feeling for him grows gradually. It's slow but real. He's affecting every aspect of my life. I want to share beautiful things and experience life with him. I do not know where the future might bring us. I wish and cherish only now.


♥ 5:07 PM