January 30, 2007
Biggest fear I found after a long midnight talk:

  • If you got married before I do, then I have two options only, which is to come and literally die to see you starting a new life that does not involve me at all selfish as I am as many times I claimed I don't love you and I made sure they're true, or to stay home and hear about it after a few weeks from friends which would make me feel left out because I'm not there and wondering how beautiful your wife is on your wedding day. Either way, I lose my back up plan. Which is to get married if we both still haven't found the right one by the time we're 30. Which is not important at all cause either way I lose you. Which made me realize that you're not a back up plan at all cause I'm not suppose to miss a back up this much.. I guess I should just add this to my previous post. Time for a Plan B then.

Listening to: Ron Sexsmith - Gold In Them Hills

but if we only open our eyes we'd see the blessings in disguise, that all the rain clouds are fountains though our troubles seem like mountains, there's gold in them hills, so don't lose heart, give the day a chance to start


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The mind behind

I support high-class polygamy. As in you can marry both my high-class left and right butt. Otherwise it'd be too hard.

Sometimes I walk backwards just to have the feel of not knowing what's to come. Like in real life. Of course I do this too if I'm not in the mood to make social conversation and I notice someone I don't know that well in the crowd.

I read dictionaries. Finding new words in different language is like riding a rollercoaster for me. I'm that nerdy.

Artificial life sucks big time and I instantly look down on others who tried too hard to impress.

Sushi bar and sake or just plain green tea will do just fine for a first date, and many other dates to come. I adore nori just enough to have it all the time.

I've had some thoughts on the topic of sperm donor. It's the solution for my wanting to have a baby without the effort of finding the perfect husband. Also the solution for my wanting to have a half caucasian baby boy I'll name Nostradamus.

If pre-marital sex is not a sin, and the society I live in is that open-minded (yeah right), and HIV virus does not exist, I plan to have kids from all different races. So I'll have my own United Colors of Natacha.

Good book and a cup of coffee are my multiple orgasms on the beach around sunset. How good is that?

I'm a jerk detector. If you're in a relationship and want to know if your guy is a creep, bring him to me. If by chance I'm attracted to him, then yes, he's a jerk.

Any movies where the character narrates their every thoughts will make my eyebrows taut and my heart fell in love. Charlie Kaufman's my hero.

I've always wanted to go hunting. Photography speaking. Animals deserve to live.

I love games. Any kind. PC, Play Station, Nintendo, RPG, adventure, you name it. Games in love excluded.

Human behaviour never fails to amaze me.

Beaches and kites always remind me of my late Grandpa. He taught me how to fly a kite eversince I was little.

I'm learning to always look on the bright side but my surroundings suck my positivity.

I welled up if I see old couple holding hands while crossing the street. That is until my lovely mother exclaimed: Of course, otherwise they'd fall.

Nerds like Michael Tribbiani are total turn on.

Players like Joey Tribbiani are total turn off. On. Off. On. Dammit. Off.









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