Since I gots no munnieezz, I asked mom if she could buy me guitar strings and a couple of guitar picks. Yep, these babies were flown all the way from Cebu. :)) Well, sorta. My dad brought it with him on his way back to Manila.
This is what I got:
Thank you, mom, for the colorful guitar picks. Really. I mean, I know you know I hate colorful stuff :| but yeah. Thanks.
i labshooo maaa :D
*The Beatles guitar pick was actually a gift from a guy friend* *Mom didn’t send me the rainbow smiley face. I just saw it somewhere in my room and decided to throw it in the picture*
I think it looks puuuurty :”>
Putting these babies on right now. Can’t wait to hear ‘em in action.
These two words are similar in sooo many ways, though I cannot enumerate all of them because I’m incapable of doing so. However, I have concluded that distractions will inevitably lead to a destruction of some sort, and destructions will be distractions.