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beyond the little catfights and the sniping and the petty little powerplays that really don't mean anything in the long run, we actually have something in common.
daddy's girls all.
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and that's what matters.
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hang tough, chuck.
i want to hear my daddy's voice again.
i want to see him doing his morning exercises in the garden with gryphon watching over him with his tongue lolling out (gryph, not my dad).
i want to hear him grumbling about what an utter waste of money it would be for him to give me money to squander on makeup when, as far as he was concerned, i was already beautiful (sweet talker supreme).
i want to see his face light up when given cake and icecream (he's my dadddy, of course he gets both).
i want him to complain that the takeout fujien rice i brought him for payday pasalubong was no good (he asked for seconds, by the way).
i want him to ask me to bring him back some brownies and tartitas, the ones i always had to smuggle in because my mom was always complaining about his sugar level (guess who got the blame when caught?).
i want to have our breakfasts together again. i'd come home from nightshit and would be ready to plop into bed, and he was just about to start his day, but we always had those little moments to ourselves.
i want to hit the bookstores with him again, picking out the strangest books, meeting up at the counter only when our literary wants were sated and we were ready to go home with a gazillion books.
i want to have our sunday lunches out and hear him make kwento for the millionth time about how i used to "wuv cwabs" when i was a little bratling.
i want him to shuffle out of his room to interrupt my rpg to ask me what i was cooking for dinner, and could i please make it something fast because he was hungry na.
i want to travel with him again and have him make me pose beside all the dorky touristy attractions that showed we were really there.
i even want him to yell at me and tell me i wasn't allowed to go out at night (nevermind how old i am, right?) because what kind of girl goes gallivanting off till the wee hours of the morning, and because he could never sleep properly knowing i wasn't safe at home in my own bed.
i want my daddy well and strong.
i want to believe that everything will work out just peachy and our family will have our happy ending.
i want so much. i want it all.
but not on borrowed time.
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Friday, August 05, 2005
the god
coraline being signed and mousedoodled c/o the panget while behind him i'm squawking at the way the guy opened my comicbook (don't do that!!!)
season of mists being scribbled on much to my giddy delight
see how i've dazzled him so by my charm?!? he sooo loves me. he just doesn't know it yet.
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much much much thanks to fey lip hey, a wonderfulwonderful person to whom i will forever be indebted to (although you know that's not saying much, right?).
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