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Saturday, December 6, 2008
am I " daddy's girl"?sitting outside my lecture theater during the in between breaks, my classmate choi ling asked me,
choi ling: andrina. are you "daddy's girl"?
me:hmm...(puzzled) I don't know.why do you ask?
choi ling: nothing. just a curious thought.
honestly, I was unable come up with an immediate answer.
whenever I'm at church or somewhere outside the circumference of simei, and I feel tired to take the long, tiring bus or train ride home, I'd just sms my dad, "daddy, can you fetch me from xxx? " most of the time, he would.
oh and black beauty,my ipod, was given to me by my dad which he won in a lucky draw! "lucky" me huh. and not to mention, my dad knowing that I adore the latest, sleek iphone, promise to get me one sometime next year! yesh. (punches fist in the air).
I even had an early birthday present! am thankful that my birthday falls exactly 1 month after christmas, which is january 25th! (you might want to take that down!). a pair of purple! butterfly earrings (ear piece. according to my dad) caught my divine attention at citijems and my dad offered to buy it for me(: thank God for daddy's salary increment!
its not because that my father buys/gives me things occasionally that I love and appreciate him. I do marvel how street smart he is and thank God for blessing me with the best daddy I can ever have.
so am I "daddy's girl" ? I dare say that is one rhetorical question.
with love, at 10:41 PM
