Happy Birthday, Bitch.

Dear Bitch,

First off, I’m not really good with words, but since I love you, I have to try. So here it goes..

We fight a lot (and I do mean a lot) on twitter and most especially on tumblr and I don’t want that to ruin our friendship. We’ve built so many memories together, memories that will surely last and, yes, memories that we can reminisce when we grow old. I’ve been keeping all the little things that we made memories off, Bruno Mars concert tickets, movie tickets, Banana Booth photos, class and workshop photos, etc. all safe and sound in a little box on my shelf. It has been 3 years since I started having that box because I don’t want to forget the things that made us what we are right now. 

This will be our very last year in high school and I want to make the most out of it. I know that me being classmates with you-know-who pissed you out a little. I know because I was there when you tweeted with E, being silent and acting like I have no clue about your topic, plus E confessed because I made her to. Wow, that sounded weird. Hahaha. But, srsly, you have nothing to worry about. I’m completely over that and I have no plans of.. ugh. How do I say it without busting myself? Uhm, I have no plans of going into “something” anymore. Ugh. You’re smart, you’ll get it.

Anyway, I won’t get all mushy and sweet here because I’m reserving that for something special by the end of the school year. EEEEP! I have surprises for my besties! <3 Hahaha. AND I AM SO SO SORRY I CAN’T GO TO YOUR PIZZA PARTY. I just had the worst surgery ever last monday and I have to stay in for the week. BORING LIFE IS BORING. So I started watching TVD because I watched all eps of TSC and all the other series I watched. I can’t believe how cool this show is. Awesome. Well, I think that’s it.

Have a kick-ass birthday, bitch!

Love, Jan.

P.S. Don’t you ever forget that you’re my bitch. Hahahaha. 

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Surgery tomorrow and I&#8217;ll be staying home for a week, resting my ass off. So, anyway, how are you, guys? I know it&#8217;s been a while since I last blogged, but I&#8217;ve been too busy having a marathon. I haven&#8217;t even finished posting things from my US tour and school&#8217;s coming up in 10 days. How lazy can I get? Oh well. 
Have a blessed Sunday, everyone! :)

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Surgery tomorrow and I’ll be staying home for a week, resting my ass off. So, anyway, how are you, guys? I know it’s been a while since I last blogged, but I’ve been too busy having a marathon. I haven’t even finished posting things from my US tour and school’s coming up in 10 days. How lazy can I get? Oh well. 

Have a blessed Sunday, everyone! :)

Don’t we look cute together?
Why do I find this so amusing? ♥

Don’t we look cute together?

Why do I find this so amusing? ♥

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052112: Skype

I’ve had a Skype account for the past few months already but I’ve never really used that actively because I have unlimited calls and texts, I can see my friends all day at school and I’m not really into that whole video chatting thing, but since I got so bored of just sketching all evening, I decided to test out my Skype account. I called Christine because we always talk about random stuff and fan girl about Jake in TSC. Btw, Christine, I got dibs on Jake!

Then she found her facial mask..

Then when she got cut off because her broadband stick ran out of load, I called Krystelle and Althea. Then I had my facial mask on.

I basically made fun of myself that night and they all posted this on twitter, but I didn’t care. Good thing they didn’t post this on facebook. 

I really had fun with them last night! We shall do it again some other time. :)

The Games; Gale’s POV

There’s nothing more frustrating than watching the girl you love, throwing herself at someone else. The live broadcastings have done nothing but angered me, so instead I choose to spend my times in the woods. What used to be a safe haven I shared with her has turned into a lonely place of reminiscing. I’m hauling my usual load into the hob when I catch a glimpse of the old television screen by Greasy Sae’s. They’re together again, wonderful. She’s wounded; a long gash on her forehead has only just begun to scab over. Though my blood begins to boil, an unexplainable force is tugging me towards the screen. He’s lying on the floor of a tiny cavern with her hovering over him. “Maybe you aren’t the only one who.. worries about what it’d be like if..” she’s stuttering wildly, leaving her sentence unfinished. She leans down towards him, pressing her lips to his. My game bag falls to floor and I stomp furiously out into the chilly air. The pretext of this all being an act no longer applies. Because for a moment her eyes reflected a strong compassion that she’s never been able to share with me. And I know now that she never will.

Oh, Gale. :(

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Central Park
New York
April 2012 

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New York
April 2012