*sniff*, *tear*, wipe.

Wedding Giveaway.

Tile painting!

My wallpaper = ♥♥♥♥♥

♔B!

well, pictures above are like me trying to keep myself busy instead of thinking of UncleLouis' departure. :)

oh my, he's leaving tonight. :(((((( gosh. i think i got waaaaaaay too attatched to him especially in these 2 years. well, you cant blame me. he's the reason i'm here. without him, i would have never come. ugh, i feel terrible. according to my mother, i'm a broken hearted girlfriend.

Yesterday night, went to Molly Malone's @ Boat Quay for my dear UncleLouis' final party before he leaves for Dubai. Screwdrivers, hugs, dancing, UncleLouis' drumming, and goodbye speeches went on through the night.

i'm gonna miss,

`3dutch kisses, whenever i see him

`his left eye winks whenenver i catch his eye from across the room

`him randomly grabbing my hand and kissing it

`bear hugs if front of his friends

`his beautiful light blue eyes

`his expensive yet appealing scent

`his awesome drumbeats

`his golden blonde hair

`and of course, his new wife. my gorgeous dear sister, Patricia

broke down crying when my mom convinced me to go home. i just stood there, staring in his eyes as tears fell from my eyes, he held my hand, gave me a huge hug and i started crying harder. then he said to me "Becca, be good okay? and of course, we said at the same time, "Dont do anything I wouldnt do." that made me smile and cry at the same time. He said, he'll miss me and the first chance he gets, he'll get me on a plane and off to Dubai! hahaha. t'was Patricia's idea though. plus she made my mom promise to let me go to Dubai. wheee. now i know where i'm spending next summer. ;) urghhh. then i shared a moment with Patricia, she said in a stern voice "Dont cry, Stop it." but that made me cry more. hahahha. then she hugged me and started whispering in my ear stuff like "i know i've only known you for a short while but i love you like my real sister." "now i know why Louis loves you so much" gaaah. i hate being sad, but i cant help it. we finally left, i was crying in the cab cue, in the cab, and i cried myself to sleep. :(

oh well, i hate goodbyes. but i think this was the second worst goodbye ever. the first was when i left home. gosh. ive gotta learn to let go of things but most importantly, people.

`hearts,

B.