daddys n mommys

after readin clara's latest post, i cried. daddy worked hard fer his money..yea.i noe.hu doesnt? but i don care. i pretended not to notice his wrinkles, his face cringin in frustration when the clients themselves botched up their orders, n how he had to rush back to the factory at 2 am to oversee the production himself. no, i don care.
i onli saw the LV wallet in the store, the Kenneth Cole watch..i don see how hard daddy has worked.
i don see the care n concern he gave mi. i always say he is biased towards my bro, though im the one gettin fetched to skool..all the way to boon lay though his office is in hougang. he nv talked abt how late he was everydae to work.that way when i stood in the ntu carpark, watchin my daddy slowli reversed n go. i wondered, wad if i nv see him again?
i love u, daddy
i realli do. i don wan u to leave mi.although i will onli let u see the wilful side of mi, though i will nv, perhaps nv, say it out loud that i love u...
i do.
realli.
coz u r my daddy dearest.
wad clara said was rite, perhaps i realli should not haggle at u fer bein miserly.
perhaps wantin a LV wallet n a gucci handbag were too much of an opulence fer a 19 goin onto 20 year old.
life is short.
and im glad, really glad that u r my daddy n im contented to be your daughter.
once again,
i love u daddy

i tink im good, seriously.
im tryin to read a hundred pages worth of marketin stuff in lk half hour.
so im good eh
realised tat everytime i attempt to update my blog, i will be doin skool stuff at the same time..
as i said to my fren "accounting is a funky monkey"

my life rocks funky.