happy birthday, dad!

like father like daughter, or so they say.

i don't remember why i was grumpy at all. i'm guessing that we were somewhere in Japan, on one of those tours where you're constantly on the move in a tourbus, where its all stop-go-stop-go-stop-go till nightfall. or maybe i wanted that furry white seal toy (that i now have, ha!) so bad, i couldn't have the patience for just another picture.

"you look just like him!" my mom says, whenever she looks at this. "see the eyes? you're like clones."

well, i am his daughter, after all.

happy birthday, Daddy. nothing's changed much. i'm growing up, but i'm still your precious little girl with an immense love for music, just that now its Fall Out Boy instead of Kidsongs or Sesame Street.