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Mr. D (part 2)

it's that time of the year again :)

tomorrow is Mr D's 33rd birthday.. just in case you missed out, i already wrote a piece about him years ago.. click here to read it :) it's a bit cheesy cos i'm THAT cheesy, ok? lol

anyway.... after known him for about....... 16 years, today all of sudden a few occurrences flashback in the back of my head. prolly because on last weekend, he spilled some of our humiliating memories to his family over dinner. oh gosh i hate him for doing that. i knew it meant to be funny, but still.. .
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back in the days (i mean million years ago) when i was in high school, i lived in a bubble. where everything was perfect. as if i didn't have real problems. my life back then was super standard. i went to school every morning, back home, had all the facilities, had amazing families and friends. well in short, yup, a bubble.

and then i met him.. boy hadn't i prepare for the ride when he burst my bubble.
all of my friends, my family, even some of my teachers showered me with some questions. but mostly they asked the same question: why do you choose him?
i would write a detailed story about this mattered subject, but it will be a long ass post. essentially, this man really spiced things up. he showed me what real life was.. he teached me about values in life.. with its ups and downs. we laughed, we cried together, we picked each other up, and really stand for our relationship through all weathers. we dated for 10 years, and trust me, it was the most life-changing 10 years of my life. like i was experiencing paradigm shift. from a girl next door who had no clue about life, to a grown up woman who tirelessly learning about it.

Mr D is (and forever will be) a strong willed man. he has his own belief that nobody (NOBODY) can shake it off. he's the man of his word, sometimes bitter but he tells only the truth. he never sugarcoats anything and even he never promise me anything. never spoils me or our kids. according to his point of view, everything needs to be earn. there's no such thing as easy life. you want to live a comfortable life? work hard. in fact, he's the most hardworking man i've ever known, always go extra extra miles on his job (or what he called: responsibility). the more i know him, the more i adore his way of thinking.. for once i had a dream about having a husband who's doting his wife, romantic, a knight in shining armor -- kinda thing. and then i realized it's pure B.S so i bury it deep down in the ground.
instead, i prepare myself to be an iron-clad lady who's ready to go on a war anytime. because this is REAL life we dealing with. he also wants me to 100% involve in his job, cos he doesn't want me remarry if there's something bad happen. he wants me to be able to stand on my feet no matter hard the circumstance is.

so yeah.. that's another small piece of him in commemorate of his birthday.
happy birthday baby, looking forward to our amazing adventures in the future, and oh, lots of passionate sex :)



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