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Friday, January 1, 2010

Coming forward means going back.

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I remember this photo. It was eons ago. That was when I had a bleach addiction and NEEDED to dye everything in sight. That jacket was my mom's "let's-paint-the-house" denim jacket. Dark Blue denim with small splashes and dots of white and brown paint. I adored it. It was trash to her though. So one day, I decided to "wash away" the paint stains with bleach. It actually quite alright I thought. But you should have seen the look on my mom's face. Pure rage. Messing with her stuff is a total no-no.

I need that jacket back.

P.S. That was also when I had short, 2007-esque Victoria Beckham hair. I'm thinking of cutting my hair now. It's getting quite old and boring. Maybe I'll get bangs.

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