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mythoughts,life&more
Take me away cause falling in love ain't very far
TERESA JASMIN VEYGAL
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I'm the crazy bamboo monkey!
Twenty.
Catholic.
Musician.
Chocoholic.
Ice-creamholic.
Sportive.
RANDOM.
I LIVE in Singapore.
I STUDY in TEMASEK POLY
ENGINEERING.
Ohh and if lesbians freak you out, then you might want absolutely NOTHING to do with me.
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happy birthday daddy.
Tuesday, October 13, 200910/13/2009 02:40:00 AM
Father.
I have one.
Every child has one.
A dad?
Not every child does.
Because some dads just aren't around and some just don't care.

My father has one of the most brilliant minds I know.
He is talented in more ways than one.
Talents which he passed onto me as well.
He's got a charm that would probably woo just about anyone.
Anyone but me because I know that charm,
It's another of those talents he passed on to me.

He's the only man I've ever cried for.
A father is what most daughters long for.
Most mothers don't get their daughters the way the fathers do.
It's a special bond between fathers and daughters, and if you have a father, I'm sure you share that too.

My father was strayed by the age of twelve,
He did drinking, gambling, smoking and drugs,
He conned every person he knew he could,
Money was all he was after, for them drugs to soothe.

Yeah, he's not perfect.
He's far from it.
But he's my dad, and he always will be.
In more ways than one, I am mostly like him,
Though I'm glad to say my path isn't very much like his.

I love it when I do meet him,
My heart aches when he has to leave.
And as he does, both our hearts start to crumble,
And my head's screaming, "Daddy don't leave me!"

Today, however, is a day unlike any other,
It's a day he grows another year older.
Knowing he has little time left really bothers me,
I've just gotten to know him and now he would have to leave.

Daddy, I love you.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

the whole world may forsake you.
your sisters and brothers may hate and abandon you.
but I would never leave you daddy.
I love you.
I need you.
I just wish I could tell you.

So much is going on with me.
Good and bad, I need you here with me.
I wanna know what you'd say when you've come to know of these things.
Promise me though, that you'd never tell mommy,
You know she'd kill me.
I'm sure that's quite literally.

I want to see you soon.
I've accepted every way you are, the good and the bad.
Your other family? You know I'm way past that.
I just need you, really that bad.

Make up for all those times you weren't here to guide me.
When you were so high on drugs or fighting with mommy.
You know she almost ended her life because of you.
You know it was more than once
You know this is true.

My childhood wasn't exactly what other kids had.
Mine was traumatic, with full of violence, hatred and I was sad.
I never felt in all those years of growing up
And for a while I hated all of you for really fucking me up.

I'm still a little messed up,
My past comes back to haunt me some nights and that really sucks
I get through it though and mostly I feel alone
I guess it was because I had no one to hold me, save me from this reality show.

It's not a show though, it was reality.
It was my life, and I lived through it.
I guess you could say I'm still a little fucked up
But fuck it, you ain't so perfect yourself, so shut the fuck up.

OMG, an entire rap is going on in my head.
HAHAHA
I feel like eminem all of a sudden.
I'll stop here.
Happy Birthday Daddy.
I love you.
Many many. :)
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