My tie-dye sucks!
I thought it sucked,
but now it sucks more,
in a sense that it no longer looks like what it's supposed to look like.
But anw, its somehow, likable.
Do I sound contradictory?
Its no longer the tie-dyed shirt.
Its something else that cannot be deciphered.
Maybe it could be called the washed-out shirt. or something like that.
Me "Hi, like my shirt?"
Dada "where you buy from? Chaktuchak market is it?"
Me "No! I made it." (Nicholas "NO, she make one.")
Dada "Wah, very niceee." (in the most sincere tone ever)
Me "No! you said chaktuchak."
Dada "Hahhahahahahahhaa"
I have a slight attachment to my dad's d-lux 4 aft ytd's summerfest.
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