Yes, everyone who is born not from a petridish will always feel that maternal tug, that invisible umbilical pull that prods you to take flight and go home for the holidays. So Sassy, Shadow and Chance (that's me) went into an incredible journey to PAL to buy tickets to real food, room service, long sleeps, gifts, good family, great company, fab friends, reunion unlimited, welcome parties, doggy kisses and yaya-massages. On a side note, after days of scrounging gifts, I decided to apply the zen-form of wrapping stuff which can se summed in this equation: japanese paper + ziploc = waterproof gift. Genius. Pure genius. Hehehe. Scotch tapes are a thing of the past. Im audi. nyaha. Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing the World while leaving on an airplane. Labels: brothers, coming home, family, trip, vacation, wrapping technique |
Name: LetsGetSoakingWet
