7A's babeh  :DDD

And you said I couldn't do it.

It's never up to me, but this time, it's not up to you either.

"More than friends, less than lovers."

I have never truly understand that phase, all i know is that i never want to be in a situation like that. Just where are the boundaries? Just what do you call each other? It is friends acting like lovers or the other way round? If it's from being friends to more than friends and eventually going steady, i understand. It's just a normal process. But if it's degrading from a committed relationship to that, then that's a whole new story on it's own. It changes the rules completely, one can freely date other and no one can say anything about it. Feelings can fade away and before you know it, you'll find yourself being just friends. Just friends.

The worst part is, when it's from a committed relationship to being just more than friends and only one party wanted that. "We're really good friends, that's all." To the other party, for a moment, the whole world was in a standstill, waiting for the poor thing to register what he/she just heard. And there it is, the invisible slap to the face, the imagined bat to the gut, words get choked up, eyes started to burn while the tears threatened to fall.

You said we can see other people, but you won't, atleast not now, because you have yet to find someone better. Does that mean, you're looking? You had given the permission to look for someone else but why would I? To you, we might be just friends and maybe a little more than that, but to me, I'm still exclusively yours. Something is eating me up inside as I start to wonder about things like will you introduce me as your girlfriend or friend? When someone ask about us, will you say it's over? It is over? Am I still important to you? Are we going to be okay? All those thoughts, all those questions are knocking me off my feet, slowly killing my confidence and my faith.

I can't keep you if you don't want to stay.

I bet you're just shaking your head right now, saying how you are not worth it and all. But let's leave that for me to decide. I'm tired of convincing you otherwise but I'm going to give it another try. Nothing is meant to be, nothing is fated. Our actions are what set things in motion. I did not accidentally wear my socks that way. I wear it that way because i wanted to. I was not fated to stand there with my guitar. I did it because i wanted to. You did not accidentally walk up to me to comment on my socks. You wanted to. We spent so much time together not because it's fated, it's because we wanted to. We are only worthy of something because we want to be worthy, because we made an effort to be worthy. I hope this make sense to you.

So just how did we get into this situation? I cannot recall, you know how bad my memory is. But i do remember one thing, you said you have not given up. And me?

I ain't no quitter.

Mellows

It's almost 11 and i'm here waiting. Reassuring myself that things are okay but you're not making it any easier. You said you wouldn't give up yet you said "for the last time", your words confuses me. What should i believe?

I need you. More than oxygen.

alla disperata ricerca di sanità mentale

TUMBLR, Y U NO COME BACK SHORTLY?!

Chienne

I hate pretty girls.

They make me feel like shit.

Heart on the line

3 months.

10 days.

It's a miracle.

  

We're gonna be okay, right?

Je suis à court de mots

I feel like
I lost everything when you're gone
Left remembering what it's like
To have you here with me
I thought you should know
You're not making this easy

-

I'm not gonna say yes without a ring, my dear.

Hello.

I know i'm not very active here and you, my non-existent readers must be wondering why. It's the holidays and i'm under house arrest, just why is my blog so dead? Well boys and girls, here's why.

CHLOE'S TUMBLR!

 

Okay. Maybe that's not the reason and i'm not very active there as well (blame facebook and pet society) but it's a good way to share the link? No?

p.s Natalie Oh, the size of your waist cannot be 600 cm because that's approximately

6 metres (19 feet)

 =.="

Mon ami

Here we go, Come with me,
There's a world out there that we should see,
Take my hand, close your eyes,
With you right here, I'm a rocketeer

-

The Perverted One

Her Name : Michelle Tomato Fu Mei Yan.

Aka : Tomato. Michelle Tomato. Tomato Fu. Fu Mei Yan Tomato. Mei Yan Tomato/ Tomato Mei Yan. Tomato Fu Mei/ Mei Fu. Etc.

She is : the girl who sits next to me in class.

Surprisingly, I got nothing to write about you. Will you still declare this blog awesome? Pretty please? With tomatoes?  

Well i guess i'll just say thank you for always being there for me. For lending me both your ears when i need someone to talk to and for giving me your words of wisdom even though i make you speechless most of the time and you can't really imagine yourself in my shoes.

I promise you i'll give you credits when "Titanic on Plane" starts screening and when i get rich for making your life story into a movie, i'll open a coffee shop and hire you so you can meet your prince charming there.

I will never forget how we hold hands and "introduce" ourselves. Nor will i forget about the whole toilet incident (yes... Yes... YES...). This is just one of the few memorable things that happened to me when you're around and i'm sure there's many more to come.

So cheers to you, my perverted little friend for being so awesome.

p.s i'm still waiting for my statue of liberty.



Joyeux Anniversaire, mon amour.

I’ll tell you what the end of the world will be like.

It will be a final moment, both terrible and heartbreaking. Absolute chaos. People running as fast as they ever have, cars filling every road and freeway, phone lines backed up trying to process millions of calls, fingers flying over keyboards, thumbs texting like rapid fire, long lines of people trying to cram themselves into subways and airplanes. All of them trying to tell someone else,

“i love you.”

It’s not the end of the world yet, but don’t wait until then to tell them. The worst thing isn’t the end of the world. It’s what you didn’t finish - what you didn’t say when you had the chance.

-

So it's not the end of the world just yet but i'm not gonna wait to tell you,

Happy Birthday, Marcus Lee ;)

You stole my heart.

I'm going to steal your last name.

Il sognatore è finalmente sveglio

What would you say if I asked you not to go
To forget everyone
Forget everything and start over with me?
Would you take my hand and never let me go?

-

This is it.

It’s now. Or never.

My first proper blog post.

Finally.

I think the reason why my blog is so dead is because I don’t like to write. I have the ideas but not the words. I have the imagination but not the inspiration. I’m partially inspired but not at all motivated.

Or maybe I’m just lazy.

Anyways, this post is decided to;

The Crazy Weird One

Her Name : Natulah Nut Low Eng Chan Teow Yo Yo Yo Yo Yong Wassup Dawg Chai Tan Weng Hor Lee CatDog Li Squarepants Elisabeth Mary Danielle Geography Rockerfeller TimesSquare Honda Subaru Oh Ih.

Aka : Natulah Nut Low Eng Chan Teow Yo Yo Yo Yo Yong Wassup Dawg Chai Tan Weng Hor Lee CatDog Li Squarepants Elisabeth Mary Danielle Geography Rockerfeller TimesSquare Honda Subaru Oh Ih.

Nuff’ Said.

She is: My gila-gila partner. My awesome yet sometimes… friend. The one with the boobs. *does hand motions*. The girl who accidently “let go” of her exam paper from the second floor balcony. The girl who got her foot stuck in the dustbin. The girl with awesome drawing skills. The owner of that Natalie Land of hers. The owner of “Natalie ‘R’ Us” and “Natalie’s slaves”. The one with the weird dreams, dancing on french fries, anyone? The girl who came over at 7 in the morning and not let me sleep. The girl who puts 10 teaspoons of sugar into her coffee. The one you should find if your stationeries are missing,

“Natalie! Have you seen my pen?”

“No.”

“What are you holding?”

“Opps.”

Cheers to you, my good friend for updating my blog.

Alien invasions, but, the good kind.

What if it's love? Like it's forev-

You know what? Natalie just doesn't do posts containing only song lyrics, some romantic quotes here and there and an artistic picture at the top. Yup, I have infiltrated Hor Yan's blog, and by drastic measures, acquired the password by.. asking her.
Everyone, faint in shock please;

I would put something retarded like this,
and start rambling on my day or writing funny romance-gone-wrong stories,
Talk about retarded stuff, add a cryptic paragraph here and there about how I really feel deep inside,
Post occasional conversations between me and my friends, which I find amusing,
Or let the whole world know that I bankrupted McDonalds.
And yes. I have gotten tons better at it.
I actually make money now :D:D

Okay, before I get too carried away ( too late ) , that this is not my blog, it is Hor Yan's :D
This is how she would update;

( Insert blog post here )

Blog Updated.
Done. Now I can go watch my movies/Now I can go back to sleep.

MMM.

Tai Hor Yan; Future Manager.
Nuff' Said.

Bring in the billions ;D

So yes, the extremely perasanted Natalie has only written about herself.
TEEHEE.

:)