Butterfly Kisses For Daddy's Girl.

Dearest Daughter

Daddy loves Daughter very much.
You have a nice personality.
You make Daddy very happy.
You should soar like an eagle in everything you do.
Someday Daddy will see you marrying a God-fearing man.
Daddy + Daughter = The BEST Father-and-Daughter TEAM.
If Daddy saw you now Daddy will give you a hug.
Daddy wants to help you become a Mighty Woman of GOD.
Daddy would build a legacy just for you.
If Daddy could sing you any song it would be Bob Carlisle's 'Butterfly Kisses'.
We could count sweet memories under the stars.

Love,
DADDY ALBERT

(P.S. No matter what happen, Daughter will always be Daddy's Angel of Blessings.)

If Daughter could sing Daddy any song, it would be Luther Vandross's Dance With My Father.

Happy Father's Day, Papa.

Happy Father's Day, Papa.

P/S: I love you.

A Pleasant Date.

The greeting of chocolate - how romantic. :)

The Baskin Robbin ice cream to calm me down when I felt lost - how thoughtful. :)

And the way you placed your arms around me during the movie - how nice. :P

I know it's casual, nothing serious attached.

But awww, what a night.

Jasmine Kimberly Lexy.

Isolation does not heal it seems. Am I missing the invisible? How many times must I tell myself it's really really over. This is so overwhelming but I just have to keep it to myself.

How can one man be so cruel? But maybe it's not you who are cruel, it's just me who is just that stubborn.

I'm trying to change myself now. Change everything. My name, my looks, my future by constantly trying to erase every trace that's here.

Hi, my name is Jasmine Kimberly Lexy. Do I know you?

Me, fringe?

I'm planning to cut fringe, tomorrow. Hopefully everything turns out alright as I hate, hate, really hate having a bad hair day.

Which hairstyle suits me best? Help me decide.

Pig

Dedicating this to who else but my boy, little Nicholas. Thanks for loving me despite even when I'm ugly and fat.

Being a silly pig by nature, I receive no praises or acclaim. But you fell in love with my weakness: maybe one doesn't have to be rich to gain happiness. The prosperous world is inured to my comical bad-luck. But if it makes you laugh, maybe there is some good to it, and I try to coax more laughter from you with my silly antics.

What a silly, silly pig, derided by everyone. Unable to befriend the princess, and not even a chance encounter with beautiful women. Insouciantly facing the unfolding of this tragedy, becoming your collection of jokes. What a silly, silly pig, falling in love with the mermaid.

Even if it competes and loses, it has never blamed the Lord. Believing that love is very special, you will step forward in the future and call me an silly pig. Conversing in the dark language of love. Even a pessimistic turtle has beautiful points that are apparent.

I still have you loving me, giving me bragging rights; to be happy, you must first cast off wisdom. Some appear to the world as a lowly ant, each has their unique path. You love me regardless of my paths chosen, accepting no substitutes, proving that there is really no high or low status amongst mankind. It is so simple to be happy, for there is no confusion or difficulty to loving.

There is no need to hang on tenaciously, but one hopes for smooth resolutions to all matters. There are some who penitentially say that life fraught with difficulties, and completing the arduous process of befriending someone is a symbol of success. It is so simple to be happy, even if love becomes ordinary.

Meal A, Meal B, Meal C... it doesn't matter which breakfast set you eat. Every day with you is scintillating, and the secret to happiness becomes too simple - Just look on the bright side.

Cheater.

With you in life, I'm a messed-up lady. So, I prefer to stay away from you.

Blocking you away from my life - both reality and cyber... but still keeping you in my fantasy, sigh.

They say, "Good ladies will find their good gentlemen."

I say, "They are wrong!"

Hodey, your wife is a good one.

But too bad, life's unfair.

Too bad, too bad, ohhh too bad.

She's living in denial. You're cheating behind her back.

I know it better. How long will you pretend?

Old Men, I Hate, Dirty Old Men!

I have made up my mind. Sacrificial love is not worth it when it comes to Hodey.

He thinks of himself first and myself second, worse, last.

My heart tells me to be softer: What would happen if he died today? Would I regret for telling him "I hate you"... or not saying enough "I love you"?

But my mind insists me to move on - he's just a player. He has a wife. She should be more than enough to satisfy him.

As I look back, I realize I have given the wrong person an undivided heart and this is actually not love but pure lust from just an old man.

Hodey, back then you were the one man that made me love all the old men. Never knew that now you'll also be the one that leads me to hating all old men.

Dirty old man, that's you too.

No More Kimberly, No More Hodey.

This blog has been abandoned for awhile because the writer has realized that Kimberly and Hodey are not meant to be together, forever.

Thanks For The Memories...

I still have thoughts of you.

Your favourite songs linger on my mind when I'm on my little bed.

I know you wont forgive me. Even if you would, we won't be together anymore.

Funny how a simple misunderstanding can draw us apart.

It's not as what you thought.

But I know begging people for mercy, begging you not to leave, is an unnice thing.

The silent treatment you gave made me realize how irritating and insane I was.

Thank you Baby and goodbye.