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Wednesday, January 04, 2006
The Dad that I Hate

Today is no ordinary day. I would be meeting up with my EX-FATHER who came from Jersey to do some shit here in the Philippines. Im not proud of my Dad. He did many stupid things and i would be the talk of the town whenever i would go to Vigan. I dunno. He destroyed his own name and we are the one who are suffering from his idiotness and dumbness. I really hate him. Im longing for a Dad. Yes, it's really hard if your dad is not around while youre growing up. I envy movies with Father playing with their Sons, teaching them stuffs that their son would use through their life. Mine? Nothin. He would not care. He would not share.


Wednesday, January 04, 2006

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