A 14 year-old Indonesian girl. Loves Justin Bieber and Greyson Chance. @rhmlia on twitter

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HOTTN - Greyson Chance

HOTTN - Greyson Chance

Found it from twitter.

Found it from twitter.

What.

  • — Mom:
  • Do you know how tall Greyson is?
  • — Me:
  • No, but I guess he's pretty tall. Why?
  • — Mom:
  • No, it's just.. he's tall but he's got a very cute face
  • — Me:
  • Mom, stop-_-
  • — Mom:
  • But I'm serious, he's very cute for a.. how old is he again?
  • — Me:
  • Fourteen
  • — Mom:
  • Yeah, his face is very cute for a 14 year old boy
  • — Me:
  • Mom, stop being a pedophile
  • — Mom:
  • But he's cute.. and his voice is incredible too
  • — Me:
  • DON'T TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME MOM, PLEASE!
  • My mom is obviously an Enchancer..

Um..

  • — Mom:
  • So, you just wasted your money for that album.
  • — Me:
  • ...
  • — Mom:
  • And now, you have 2 of Greyson's HOTTN Asia.
  • — Me:
  • ...
  • — Mom:
  • Can you put one of them in the car? Sometimes I get bored with the radio and I like that album.
  • — Me:
  • what.
  • -_-
Happy Greyson Day! :D

Happy Greyson Day! :D

Wow. Can’t believe I wrote this-_-

Wow. Can’t believe I wrote this-_-

He got wrong lyrics! :o

  • Me and my friend are attending Greyson's concert. He was singing the last song, Take a Look at Me Now.
  • — Me:
  • -le singing- Don't know what-
  • — Greyson:
  • So long for the fear and worry..
  • — Me:
  • -le thinks- Isn't it like, the second verse or something? *nudges friend*
  • — Me:
  • Hey, he got the wrong lyrics!
  • — My friend:
  • What? Oh yeah, he must be embarrassed! :o
  • — Me:
  • VERY embarrassed! :o
  • But I still recorded it, haha. Don't get it? Well, your problem ;)
Just how much I love these lyrics.

Just how much I love these lyrics.

My new jam, haha

My new jam, haha

"Wait for Me" - One Shot

I stared at my eyes’ reflection in the frame glass. I wiped my thumb across the glass, wiping off the thick dust that managed to stay on the glass. A framed photo of me and him was revealed.

I had to fight the urge to cry, considering it’s difficult for me to stop if I’ve started crying. I wiped the frame again with my thumb, wishing I could bring him back. Wishing I could make a few memories again with him. But I know, I couldn’t.

My mind traveled back to exactly one year ago, when he told me to wait for him. A little and simple wish, but my stubborn self won’t let me do it. In the end, I regretted for a whole year.

I still remember how he said, “Wait for me,” that day. I ignored him and ran out, leaving him frozen there.

That horrible accident happened a week before his fifteenth birthday. He said he had to go somewhere, so that he couldn’t celebrate his birthday with me. I was upset, and didn’t say anything. He said “Wait for me,” and that’s when I ran out of his house.

He chased me until he reached the front yard, yelling my name to come back. Without me knowing, there was a car speeding down his road, heading towards me. Reflex, he shouted my name once again, this time louder, and went to push me from the middle of the road.

I was thrown to the side of the road, and a few seconds later I heard a loud bang. As I hissed in pain, I opened my eyes to see his body, laying motionless with blood everywhere on the road. I panicked and ran towards him, and foolishly cried my eyes out beside him. His parents got out of their house seconds after the loud bang was heard, and took him to the hospital immediately.

But we were late. He was gone in the car, on the way to the hospital. I couldn’t believe it, I poured all of my tears out. My heart filled with regret. His last words were swimming in my mind. He only told me to wait for him, what did I do? I deleted him completely from my life.

I locked myself inside my room for a whole week. When his birthday came, I sat down quietly in my room, looking at the window which showed a sight of a purple sky, reminding me of him. He always says “Don’t let the haters bring you down. You are different, but you are still beautiful, just like the purple sky”

That day I went out and visited his grave. Stroked his tombstone like I stroked his hair when I tried to calm him down. Talked to it like I talked to him when we talked to each other. Wishing it was the real him, smiling warmly at me like he used to every time he meets me.

I finished off that visit with a promise that I would come back the next day. Since that day, I always visit his grave, imagining he was still here, with me.

That habit lasted for a few months. It started to bore me, because the real him and the tombstone him weren’t the same. I started to realize that he was gone.

I stared again at the photo frame. It was a photo of me and him when we were 10. We were playing in a meadow, chasing each other. My mom captured the moment, printed the photo, then I framed it and kept it.

Waiting is a simple wish, so why didn’t I fulfill his wish?

Because I was afraid.

I was afraid of losing him.

But my fear became true.

He’s gone, leaving me forever.

Now it’s my turn to say, “Wait for me.”


I’m bored so I made this-_- Sorry for the bad English and wrong grammar/spelling. You can tell me where the wrongs at, I wanna learn more :] Thank you!