<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/11026729?origin\x3dhttp://gab-gabb-gabby.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script> <!-- --> <div id="b-navbar"> <a href="http://www.blogger.com/" id="b-logo" title="Go to Blogger.com"> <img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/navbar/3/logobar.gif" alt="Blogger" width="80" height="24" /> </a> <form id="b-search" action="http://www.google.com/search"> <div id="b-more"> <a href="http://www.blogger.com/" id="b-getorpost"> <img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/navbar/3/btn_getblog.gif" alt="Get your own blog" width="112" height="15" /> </a> <a href="http://www.blogger.com/redirect/next_blog.pyra?navBar=true" id="b-next"> <img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/navbar/3/btn_nextblog.gif" alt="Next blog" width="72" height="15" /> </a> </div> <div id="b-this"> <input type="text" id="b-query" name="q" /> <input type="hidden" name="ie" value="UTF-8" /> <input type="hidden" name="sitesearch" value="w0ainii.blogspot.com" /> <input type="image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/navbar/3/btn_search.gif" alt="Search" value="Search" id="b-searchbtn" title="Search this blog with Google" /> <a href="javascript:BlogThis();" id="b-blogthis"> BlogThis!</a> </div></form></div> <script type="text/javascript"> <!--function BlogThis() {Q='';x=document;y=window;if(x.selection) {Q=x.selection.createRange().text;} else if (y.getSelection) { Q=y.getSelection();} else if (x.getSelection) { Q=x.getSelection();}popw = y.open('http://www.blogger.com/blog_this.pyra?t=' + escape(Q) + '&u=' + escape(location.href) + '&n=' + escape(document.title),'bloggerForm', 'scrollbars=no,width=475,height=300,top=175,left=75,status=yes,resizable=yes');void(0);}--> </script> <div id="space-for-ie"> </div>
i want to dance beside a frozen lake :: where the snowflakes gently fall from the sky :: the hair swaying in the chilly wind :: as the still moments of the winter everning :: is enlightened by me ::

My Contradictions.

- SEVENTEEN yet EIGHTEEN.
- SOPHISTICATED yet SIMPLE.
- WILD yet TAME.
- CRAZY yet NORMAL.
- BITCHY yet KIND.
- SLUTTISH yet DEMURE.
- FRANK yet SHY.
- CHILDISH yet MATURE.
- DEVILISH yet ANGELIC.
- NARCISSISTIC yet SELFLESS.
- CONFUSED yet SURE.
- FICKLE yet CONSISTENT.
- SELFISH yet GIVING.
- FIERCE yet GENTLE.
- ANNOYING yet LOVABLE.
- HEARTLESS yet SENTIMENTAL.
- SCHEMING yet NAIVE.
- LAZY yet HARDWORKING.
- RETARDED yet INTELLIGENT.
- IGNORANT yet KNOWLEDGEABLE.
- UNFEELING yet CARING.
- SLOPPY yet TIDY.
- IMAGINATIVE yet REALISTIC.
- PESSIMISTIC yet OPTIMISTIC.
- INTROVERTED yet EXTROVERTED.


My Loves.

- ME.MYSELF.I.
- MONEY.
- COMPUTER.
- HAND PHONE.
- CAMERA.
- CHILDREN.
- MIRRORS.
- MAKE UP.
- BITCHING.
- GOSSIPING.
- CRITICIZING.
- SLACKING.


My Hates.

- BEING BROKE.
- BEING SCOLDED.
- BEING BACKSTABBED.
- EMPTY VESSELS.
- HYPOCRITES.
- REPEAT OFFENDERS.
- COMPUTER BREAKDOWN.

My Tagboard.


My Archives.

click here to go to my new blog skin!!

Tuesday, June 07, 2005


mum and I were eating lunch downstairs.


we had this conversation about "the future" and I got quite heated into the topic.she said she would live till my 25th birthday at least.she wants to see me get married.


I told her I actually plan to get married at 25.but she "bargained" for 23.mum claimed that she wanted to carry her grandchild.she told me that 23 is a good age to get married and 24 for kids.


I thought it was too rushed.nonetheless she took her stand and said her time to go was when I turn 25.although she didnt say the exact words,she implied that.


so I told her about my ideal lifestyle in future[in which she tired to argue for age].


I said 25 was a good age for marriage.i have another 10 years to find my future husband.we would enjoy 2 years of pure love together.and I could use that time to look for a job and earn enough money for our kid(s).actually,for myself to spend larh.not to mention try life in the corporate world.


our 1st child would be a girl and she would be named Sophia.her younger sibling would be a boy.i will name him Leo.they will have 3 years age gap.2 would be a lil stressful for me and 4 would be too much for them to interact[or at least i feel so].3 is perfect.


all kids have petnames.my girl will be called Kiwi and my son will be called Dragonfruit.i name them after my favourite fruits.we're gonna go to the streets, and i would pick my girl up and say in a childish high pitched voice "Kiwi darlin~mummy's gonna buy you a nice dress.are you happy?~" or "Dragonfruit!!mummy cant catch up.be a good boy and eat ur veggies!now dont knock into the waiter you little rascal."


oh.did i mention that we would be high class people who only eats at resturants?we are tramatised by coffeeshops and foodcourts.my husband would be a rich loving gentleman.not to mention handsome beyond mortal standards.and he's mine only.any motherdog who tries to seduce him will be skinned alive by my butler.


with 3-5years age gap,we would be the perfect couple,the envy of all mandarin ducks.we would put the cupids out of jobs.the faries would be grossed out by our closely knitted bonds and tender loving words.


when i turn 40 i'm gonna have an affair with my gardener.just like "desperate housewives".afterall,i AM Gabrielle arent i?*smirks.then i would plot and murder my rich,not too handsome[by that time],LKK husband.


my kids will be so smart,they will be worshipped.unfortunatly,they would be assinated before they reproduce.and i'll die of a broken heart.my gardener would dumped me in the nearby sewage and take my money to feed his mistress.


what a wonderful dream.


but reality slapped me hard when i realised that i'm still 15.sigh.oh well.


mum punched my feeling hard when she said things might not turn out the way i imagined them to.well,if it doesnt,good for me.


after all she did post an open-ended question.that is my model answer.hey,which student has the exact same model answer?he/she must have peeked.especially when such a twist takes place.


so much for a wonderful marriage.i'll stick to being 15 for now.


that was bullshit.after the kids part.hahas.i'm just bored. =))



Permalink.
IDreamtOfYouAt.

8:56 PM



[-THE.love*--] flows from your heart