Badboy ;-)

EVERY GIRL WANTS A BAD BOY WITH A SENSITIVE SIDE & WILL LOVE HER & F*** UP ANY GUY WHO DISRESPECTS HER! P.S: I am glad I have you ;-)

I do not know what to do anymore...

Therez a whole lot of things that I will forgive
But I just can't take a liar
I was by your side till the very end
So you push me in the fire..

I start to believe you but somethin is wrong
You won't look in my eyes
Tell me Whats going on

Its you and me who danced the world
Thats what You said..Thats what you said
If You can't be honest with me,then am afraid this is the end

Hurry up Hurry up..
If you ever really care about me ..
Tell the truth,Give it up...
You sound guilty coz you are stuttering


Ohhh... eyyy... Ohhhhh
There your stuttering
Ohhh... eyyy... Ohhhhh
There you stutter on


The seconds turn into minutes now
But you won't give me an answer

You can tell me this ,you can tell me that
But don't say you don't remember
Coz I know you better than you know yourself
So don't say am crazy,i know very well

Its you and me who dance the world,
Thats what You said..Thats what you said
If You can't be honest with me,then am afraid this is the end..

Hurry up.. Hurry up..
If you ever really care about me ..
Tell the truth,Give it up..
You sound guilty coz you are stuttering

Ohhh...eyyy...Ohhhhh

There your stuttering
Ohhh... eyyy... Ohhhhh
There you stutter on

Ohhh... eyyy... Ohhhhhh
There your stuttering

Ohhh... eyyy... Ohhhhh
There you stutter now


Ahhh ahhh ahh.
Don't want to hear your sorry now

Ohhhh best thing you can do with me is step it out

Ahhh ahhh ahh.
Don't want to hear your sorry now

Stop stop stuttering your words
Its only making you look worse

Hurry up..
Hurry up..
If you ever really care about me
Tell the truth
Give it up,you sound guilty
Coz your stuttering


Ohhh... eyyy... Ohhhhh
There your stuttering
Ohhh... eyyy... Ohhhhh
There you stutter now



Keep on stuttering
Ohhh... eyyy... Ohhhhh
There you stutter now

Keep on stuttering
Ohhh...
There you stutter now

I love DADDY'S!

From the Protective Fathers of their Daughter Organization (PFDO)—

If you are reading this, then you are trying to court my sweet, little daughter. I have no problem against you being near her; however, there are a few ground rules that we have to go over. I don't request that you follow these rules—I DEMAND YOU TO. I believe you may be wondering just what is the PFDO. It is an organization created by fathers across the world to protect their daughters from sneaky, sleazy, little punks who think they can go onto our turf and deflower our flower garden. I ask nicely that you read the rules carefully and make sure that you follow them. Otherwise, tar-and-feather is one of the many punishments that shall be carried out brutally and cruelly. And if you think I won't do anything because I am a middle-aged fart, then you have another thing coming. Remember—I see you when you're sleeping; I know if you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.

Rule One:If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.

Rule Two:You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

Rule Three:I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four:I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five:It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."

Rule Six:I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven:As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight:The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine:Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dim-witted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten:Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

Rule Eleven:Whatever happens to her, happens to you. She comes home with a black eye, you get two black eyes. She gets a broken arm, you get two broken arms. She comes home screwed, you're screwed.

Rule Twelve:You don't get her pregnant before marriage, and you don't hit her. It's real simple... you don't knock her up, you don't knock her down. You do, I'm knocking you out.

Treat this like the Ten Commandments, the New Testament, the Old Testament, the Holy Bible, the Tanakh, and the Qur'an.



MALAYSIA

3rd September 2010

Back with my

baby sister,

both my brave brother's,

my protective Daddy

and

of course my loving mother!

HOME HOME HOME!

The place my heart is always is ;-)

who is always there for you when you are down, pick you right back up again and make you feel like your worth something?

CHOCOLATE

Cougar Town!

This show was introduced to me by one of my friends (Caryn Anne). I got to say it is hillarious.

• The hot single divorced mum with the teenage son's relationship.
• The dumb crazy husband who is living in a boat.
• The young, hot best girlfriend who loves doing stupid stuff.
• The married bored best friend and her husband who portrays marriage life in interesting.
• The hot sexy neighbor that's obviously is so in love with her.
• And not forgetting all the other hot guys with shirtless body.

It is an awesome sitcom that should not be missed ;-)

The guy's side of the story

This video lacks one more thing. Getting to many gifts for a men without a limit in the name of love is totally over the board. It is like trying to make us guilty and gaining sympathy to make us stay in a relationship. The other word is bribing in love. Of course not everything but if it goes on especially if we are not doing anything. ;-) Same goes vice versa.