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Saturday, January 12, 2008
{ 2:35 AM }
ive always envied people who are so-called daddy's girl. but i nv had the chance. not with my.. ahem.. daddy. i envy how kids hold their daddy's hands.. hug them or even kiss them on the cheeks. i envy how others can have daddy-daughter chat sessions. i envy how they turn to their daddys for solutions whenever they encounter problems in life. i envy how others go for lunch/dinner/supper only with their daddys. i even envy how they sit side by side with their daddys watching the same tv drama. i envy i envy i envy. for me, i turn away. as far as i can. as much as i could. but i dunno why. i dunno how it all turn out the way it is. the way it is.. i dun even know what it is right now. this is something i always have problems putting it across. sometimes i look at my brother.. and then my sister.. and i feel even more confused. -shrugs-
