Another of the girly, emo blogs that you run across on the Internets.
I’d like to post a picture of something that is special to me.

You’re probably cringing at the sight of this failed nail art. It was supposed to be my one-girl project but somehow my mom’s hands were itchy and she grabbed the nail polish from me and did this. A mixture of black + red. And the gold threads are my first time experiment, so pardon them if you notice that they’re peeling from all sides. LOL.
Uneven and ugly as it is, it holds a very special place in my heart. You see, these were done where my mom didn’t have access to her spectacles. She told me I should be glad that she can still be able to do this for me, that’s why I should pardon her bad vision.
T.T
Heart break sial… That translate to ‘I’m getting old, better appreciate these moments.’
This, is a reminder that she has aged. My brother’s marriage seems like some sort of milestone to mark how far has she gone in life, eh?
Ma, no matter how ugly was this nail art, it forever has a position in my heart. Pardon my grumbles that the color is off, how you didn’t manage to go through the small areas, etc, because these little bits of details reminds me how much effort you’ve put in to make things happen for me, even if everything isn’t perfect.
The imperfection that resulted from the gentle touch of your hands - It’s still beautiful in my eyes.
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joanni
October 2nd, 2008 at 12:05 am
i think it looks nice wor. wayyy more pro than how i do my nails…the cacatness. :S I like!