09 May 2010 ♥ 7:32 am ♥ 1 Comment

I’m sorry for always running away whenever you’d “try” to comb and keep my hair sane.

I’m sorry for always resisting (with 100% muscle effort) whenever you’d try to kiss my cheeks.

I’m sorry for always complaining (with matching sour face) whenever you’d make do some errands (which I would also end up doing at the end of the day).

I still have a lot to be sorry for.. and I am always grateful for your understanding.

It isn’t easy to have a crazy daughter like me, who’d always run (my age: 19) and scream whenever you’d attempt to chase and tickle me.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mommmeeey!

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My brother who’s living in Japan (a.k.a. having the best life one could ever have) just got back home. It was extremely hot earlier in the airport.

I once again felt being bribed. He got me my dream rainbow shoes, a pristine white samantha vega bag, wa-lolita and maid costume, a few Jap magazines, and web/design-related books. I can’t wait to wear my rare Jeremy Scott sneaks!

Gotta work harder now.

 Simply Precious ♥