tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17443969184032154752012-02-16T19:29:53.632-08:00DaDy and MaMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927498559677615257noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744396918403215475.post-29006128182212071272009-10-22T21:35:00.000-07:002009-10-22T22:57:18.487-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMP6QIbMwn4/SuEyvWKyNTI/AAAAAAAAACY/GupJbT1OyGY/s1600-h/termintor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMP6QIbMwn4/SuEyvWKyNTI/AAAAAAAAACY/GupJbT1OyGY/s400/termintor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395649617552618802" border="0" /></a><br />3rd times we met,movie?,sounds good also..my 1st movie with her..tend to make her scream but happen to be the other way.she cool and full of concentration and me..just be myself ..we was actually rather surprised that this film was as enjoyable as it was. After reading several scathing reviews actually I was very worried going into this film. Overall we had a good time watching it.I don't regret the things I have done or the things I have chosen not to do, because whatever I've done, I must have done something right because i ended up with her..the day after,i invite her again for a random photo shot at beringgis beach resorts.It was really amazing then suddenly.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744396918403215475-2900612818221207127?l=dadyvsmamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DaDy and MaMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927498559677615257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744396918403215475.post-37581904591556197772009-10-21T19:23:00.000-07:002009-10-21T20:11:51.315-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMP6QIbMwn4/St_McBTagAI/AAAAAAAAABw/CerNKiFzQp4/s1600-h/p+rose.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMP6QIbMwn4/St_McBTagAI/AAAAAAAAABw/CerNKiFzQp4/s400/p+rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395255660371410946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMP6QIbMwn4/St_Fl9jNr3I/AAAAAAAAABg/V2A8w0KyDkA/s1600-h/aiskrim+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 101px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMP6QIbMwn4/St_Fl9jNr3I/AAAAAAAAABg/V2A8w0KyDkA/s400/aiskrim+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395248134581235570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMP6QIbMwn4/St_FgfW60iI/AAAAAAAAABY/m6XiFOXjFWQ/s1600-h/aiskrim.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMP6QIbMwn4/St_FgfW60iI/AAAAAAAAABY/m6XiFOXjFWQ/s400/aiskrim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395248040577258018" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMP6QIbMwn4/St_FaKwBrCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/EVfoPVVfAwM/s1600-h/pizza.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 103px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMP6QIbMwn4/St_FaKwBrCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/EVfoPVVfAwM/s400/pizza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395247931966204962" border="0" /></a><br />On the following day,same place we had our first lunch at pizza hut,ice creams and some pizzas.simple but unforgettable.Then i ve trying to surprise her by a dozen or a stack of roses,unfortunately there is not even one shop selling that,i mean fresh and real flower .she keep asking me for what i m looking for.Secret is still secret even she asking me a few times.Pity to see her walking and searching for something that she and me don't know where,i told her what i m looking for.My secret has been reveals.. and she only can smile with me.All my life I've wished for love this true.<br />I cherish every moment I have with her<br />When she near me I can't help but smile .I love each and every once-in-a-lifetime moment I share with her. Today, tomorrow, forever.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744396918403215475-3758190459155619777?l=dadyvsmamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DaDy and MaMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927498559677615257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744396918403215475.post-71979898396780837472009-10-21T17:50:00.000-07:002009-10-22T20:38:59.369-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMP6QIbMwn4/St-3Mxm0tVI/AAAAAAAAABI/gmhPGtbnDkA/s1600-h/starbuck+frp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMP6QIbMwn4/St-3Mxm0tVI/AAAAAAAAABI/gmhPGtbnDkA/s400/starbuck+frp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395232308715631954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMP6QIbMwn4/St-3GNQ4JaI/AAAAAAAAABA/mBzRVIN9zQc/s1600-h/mng+shop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 104px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMP6QIbMwn4/St-3GNQ4JaI/AAAAAAAAABA/mBzRVIN9zQc/s400/mng+shop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395232195880691106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMP6QIbMwn4/St-snTHhNaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WxWaurMnN90/s1600-h/1+borneo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMP6QIbMwn4/St-snTHhNaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WxWaurMnN90/s400/1+borneo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395220669759829410" border="0" /></a><br />1BORNEO the first place and my first time visit to k.k.while i m having a pleasant day with my friends,out of a sudden in front of mng , a girl with curly and purple heels caught my soul.My body was shivering inside,i didn't not how to talk with her i didn't not how to start.Humbly approaching her and hopes that she will not run from me...(excuse me miss,i m looking for a p1 parking lot, can you show me?)...we walking but not to the parking lots,we went to starbucks and having a nice cold frappucchino! hehe.asking each other end up, i got her phone no....mushi mushi..<br /> <br /> I love the way you laugh. I love the way you smile. I even love it when you make me mad and don't know why. I am so in love with you that I don't go one minute without thinking of you and wishing that I was with you, I can't stand to be without you for one second. You have truly turned me into myself. Before you, nobody allowed me to be me. You have allowed me to open up my heart and trust again. You have allowed me to smile and be happy again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744396918403215475-7197989839678083747?l=dadyvsmamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DaDy and MaMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927498559677615257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744396918403215475.post-65474011876506834072009-10-19T01:18:00.000-07:002009-10-21T17:11:26.366-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMP6QIbMwn4/Stwhhdcf2II/AAAAAAAAAAM/v8bGJHWXeIg/s1600-h/s100000115541612_8385.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 78px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMP6QIbMwn4/Stwhhdcf2II/AAAAAAAAAAM/v8bGJHWXeIg/s400/s100000115541612_8385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394223312406567042" border="0" /></a>Dear all readers<br /><br />i just created this blog and i want to share our love journey..before i start our first chapter..i would like to thank you especially to my mamy,she the one who gave me strength to stand up and walking in our life paths.This is the beginning of our live love story and i ll make sure every moments goes by..it will be in here.i just want the whole world to know how much i need her and how deep is my love..even we are separated by thousand miles..in here is our love story begins.....my thanks words to her..<br /><div class="title"><br />Thank you mamy..<br /></div> There was a time where I didn't believe in love.I really thought it never existed, but this is the time that makes me want to thank you. Thank you everything, because it is you that taught me love, and how to love. Before, I feared love. But now, I know I can't go on without love. Not any love, but your love, my love, my only, my one. I know you might fear my love. Here I am telling you to not fear it, but have it. Out of all the things money can buy and life can give, my love to you can not and will never match. Because it is you who I live for and will die for. It is you who has my heart, body, and soul. My eyes open to see you and close to picture you. You run wild in my mind, You stay still in my heart. My soul you share and my body you hold. Forgive me if I stop typing , but I must, for I fear words written on a paper can not describe what I honestly feel for the obsession of my love, for you my love.<br /><br />Love you for the years to come, loved you for the years that have passed, and my love you will have always.<br /><br />yours truly...<br />DaDy jaze<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744396918403215475-6547401187650683407?l=dadyvsmamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DaDy and MaMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927498559677615257noreply@blogger.com0