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Sunday, May 16, 2010

YOU TREAT ME LIKE A ROSE
every girl always wanted to be treated like a princess, a rose, a crystal. but boys nowadays, wants more attention den gerls do. but im sorry, i cant fulfil that. im used to being alone & tend to be more independent. FORGET abt being mushy2. cause im not moved by that. sweet werds?? i was a fool for BELIEVING every word ppl say. NOW i chose to NOT believe anyone. except for one person. dun ask me why & dun need to noe who. well, the mothers have been trying to match make me with some boys. ouh dear, my lil brother's frens' mom hav been asking me whether im attached or not. & my mothers fren have been kinda brave enough to let my mom noe that he wanna get to noe me. how crazy can it get. well boy, how much you could impress my mom. doesnt mean you could impress me.


STRAWBERRY IS MINE ♥

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