Andrew Garcia.

Pleaaaaase vote for Andrew Garcia for god's sakes.

I'm so unconditionally in love with his voice.

:)

I gotta be myself cause there's nobody else for me.

I'm just wondering how you'd respond if you truly pushed me over the edge, made me insane enough to tell you that I will never EVER do this to my children. I will never ever be like you.

I dont want that kinda forever in my life.

I miss this.

I miss you.

I miss telling you all my crap.

I miss Fatty and your dog, I forget her name D:

See, shows how much I miss you.

):

You indulge in my affection, run away with my heart.

I remember the last time I was up this late. It's vivid, like a dream you wake up from, that stays clear in your mind. Late night lattes, snuggling under the sheets of the duvets, thinking of you.

I remember how every little thing you said made my heart flutter, and how the ambiguousity of it all ignited a strange sense of attraction within me. You were intoxicating. Because you seemed to be all that I ever wanted.

Because you existed, it reminded me how my dreams cross boundaries, reaches beyond it's limits, exshausting itself out, to show me that dreams like you, existed in my world. Your efferverscence, mirthful, trivial joy reduced my emotions to thrills, edgy vibes, and fervert desires for more.

But captivating as you were, beautiful as how you turned out to be, all good things come abruptly to an end.

You've stoppped running tireless circles in my mind, stopped making me flick my eyes back and forth from the phone to my schoolwork, wondering if you were dreaming, wondering if you were thinking about me. Wishing, hoping?

Somehow, I think the existence of you in my heart will cease to end, regardless the consequences. You indulge in my affection, run away with my heart. Time runs dry in this mind of mine.

To let go, isn't to forget.

It's to believe that everything happened, and everything was real. It's to immerse yourself in the most craziest of memories, drown yourself in the wakefulness of your being when your heart beats for two, be swept away my tears that never seem to run dry.

A cascade of blankness still rests between the two of us. And by not doing anything, I am giving in, and submitting myself to letting you go.

It's been 50 hours, 57 minutes.



That I'm alive without you.

The city winks a sleepless eye.

Okay I know I am super late about this update :) But I just got the pictures. THANK YOU FOR NOT TAGGING ME DEMIE. Anyhoozers, it started off with Ian's dad having a bad sense of direction, Demie with absolutely no common sense, and talking to Andrew about cheer and stuff. Then we drove over to my housee, courtesy of the brother.

Ryan was in the car. Ooooh, I miss you so ): Have fun in Singapore hahaha. We had lots of fun doing the most random things, Ryan -___- But it was all good. Called up Ariff for a teeny weeny little while. But mostly sketched, mostly Demie. Sketching. And of course whinning about the littlest things :)

I can bet you I'm the only sane person in this picture.

My only picture with Demie -_____- tralala.

Smile + Frown = Srown? File? LOL.

Fail, Ryan FAIL.

My kinda failed sketch of Nicole Kidman. I tore it away.

Stupid Demie gave me the habit -__-

Elvis Costello, asian style ;)

Nicoleness.

Nicoleness #2

Drawing an eye :D

CLOSE UP O.O

Demie in the background.

DEMIE IN THE SPOTLIGHT.

Ps: I know you have been waiting for this moment ;)

Here's to months of joy and laughter, and pain and tears, freakin long text messages, bitchin like bitches, swearing like hoes. Here's to freak outs, letting go, moving forward, holding on, loving, living, falling. Dirty jokes, screwing up, being pedophiles (WINK WINK.) and lots more to come.

Pfft, you're only like a really really expensive text away :(

I'll miss you, you small little undersized girl.

Never falter, get under a hot Aussie dude's pants, snag his surfer best friend for me, cry when you have to (especially when you read this (x ), come back in an accent and I can assure you I WILL LAUGH. Don't forget your roots! Even if your hair is red, NYEHEH.

You get to start over, where as I have to wait FOREVER. (another year or so.)

I love you like the sun... When it doesn't try to burn my eyeballs off even with my Raybans on -__-

:)

I'm lost in the world you have fabricated around me, folded into the threads, binded to your smells.

You.

Make me this way.

Our legacy.

As promised, here are the pictures.

You guys were the highlight of my year I swear :)

We did it.

We did it by ourselves.

Our 3 minutes of glory.

Hahaha. All my sweat, blood, and 100 plus.

No tears, because I don't cry when I'm happy :p

Well, there goes my cheerleading days. I'll miss it, like god knows what :)

Me and my pedo :)

You know our 'love' exists in McFlurrys, RayBans and gay dances ;)

The twins :D

Me and my glory ;)

Don't be jealous ;)

Cheer capts and house deco-er ;)

Our legacy.

Gang for life.

Pedofarers! :p

My awesomisticness makeup ;)

My best friend :)

I just think this is SO COOL.

Pang and me doing our 'thang'.

Checking if my leg hair grow already or not :d

Funky Munky.

LOVE THIS.

Biting the medals.

Group shot during rehersals :)

Fina stunnttt! :D

Fark :p

Pedo and me with the successful banner ;)

BOB.

After paartay ;) Arya.

Ann Lee.

Ps it's been great.
Finding myself in you,
finding you running wild in my mind.
Spreading like wild fire.
Maybe, this is all we'll ever be.
But either way I'm contended.
You've been how I wanted you do be.
And it's about time I let you go.

:)

Blue is love.

Haha, all the hard work paid off baby.

We're back on the top, second year in a row :D

I'll update with pictures ASAP when I get them from Farah.

I miss my Pedo Gang.

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