You were the prince
I used to be a damsel in distress
You took me by the hand and you picked me up at six
Today was a fairytale
Today was a fairytale
Today was a fairytale
I wore a dress
You wore a dark grey t-shirt
You told me I was pretty when I looked like a mess
Today was a fairytale
Time slows down whenever you're around
But can you feel this magic in the air?
It must have been the way you kissed me
Fell in love when I saw you standing there
It must have been the way
Today was a fairytale
It must have been the way
Today was a fairytale
Today was a fairytale
You've got a smile that takes me to another planet
Every move you make everything you say is right
Today was a fairytale
Today was a fairytale
All that I can say is it's getting so much clearer
Nothing made sense until the time I saw your face
itz juz a fairytale...thnx 4 being such a very nice person 2 me..i'll remember ol da thingz dat we've done n da moment we've spent 2geda...i noe dear..it wont be long...now all those moments are so far away...what's left for me is juz the memories of yesterday...1 day it will all become memories....memory is the diary that we all carry about with us...n now u're out there so far away..missing u is juz killing me....i miss u much...~
makanan yg sgt bnyk n sedap..abah blikan kt pasar basah...udang n sotong
di tepian pantai besame kanak2 riang...ade sukaneka mse neh..
from left fyna, me, mak, abah n anemm..i'm gonna miss ol of them..:(
menangkap ketam di kala senja tiba...best sgt...
wit emak..huu..mak sgt baek...syg mak!
the evenin's view...i am so touched......~
ohoo…dis wuz my very 1st tyme doing traffic n highway survey…huuu..wt khidmat msyrkt..kind of keje amal gk la…dpt allowance rm15 per day by DUN senggarang..
huhuuu...funny..funyy...>_<
THREE KINDS
A family is at the dinner table. The son asks his father, 'Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there?'
The father, surprised, answers, 'Well, son, there are three kinds of Boobs. In her 20's, a woman's are like melons, round and firm. In her 30's to 40's, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After 50, they are like onions'.
'Onions?'
'Yes, you see them and they make you cry.'
This infuriated his wife and daughter so the daughter said, 'Mum, how many kinds of 'willies' are there?'.
The mother, surprised, smiles and answers, 'Well dear, a man goes through three phases. In his 20's, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his 30's and 40's, it is like a birch, flexible but reliable. After his 50's, it is like a Christmas Tree.'
'A Christmas tree?'
'Yes - the root's dead and the balls are just for decoration.'
