And He Popped The Question..

IN MY DREAMS.

HAHAHA.

I don't even have a boyfriend, pop what question.

"Pizza onz not?"
"Onz la."

BUT THIS DOES NOT STOP ME FROM FANTASIZING ABOUT MY DREAM WEDDING.

If even maids have angmoh boyfriends, then why am I still single. Sigh it's okay, I'm on the path of practicing self sufficiency. The nunnery wants me.

Then again I bet that there are nuns who thought about their wedding dresses before God saved them from Adam(s) or for some, Eve(s). I'm just kidding, please don't hate me. I love my sisters, amen.

Okay my point is that my friend is getting married soon and she's a hot Ukrainian girl who is just a year older than I am, with a really huge rock on her finger (pssst it's at least three carats by the way)

It looks something like this if you're wondering.

And she got proposed the way I've always wanted my boyfriend (who is currently stuck in some tree, it's okay I'm waiting for you my baby) to propose to me.

LIKE HOW AWWISH IS THAT. I saw the pictures and I'm really very happy for her.

Kao. Angmoh really different please, he went down on one knee, then mai siao siao got sunset at the back, champagne all in Greece hor. Em' tumblr hweels 有没有. Okay ah lian, back into the wardrobe.

So it got me thinking, when was the last time I actually felt like I could share my life with someone, and his face appeared in my head. Okay moving on!

My Dream Proposal

I really don't need something over the top like fireworks or jumping off buildings.

Just kneel down with a decent ring and a nice bouquet of flowers with overflowing love.

Better yet, if you start crying or choking on your tears, I will melt faster than ice-cream in summer.

Am I the only one who thinks that romance in Singapore is dead?

"Baby, let's go apply for BTO."

"Okay lor, need to plan ahead for flat hor."

"Mummy, how did daddy propose to you?"

"With our house la, if not you sleep where!"

My Dream Gown & Wedding

I'm not exactly into having the usual hundred tables typical Chinese wedding banquet. I mean honestly, sometimes the bride and groom don't know half of the people invited to their wedding. The irony. Please, sometimes even I don't know the bride or the groom, I just go there for the food. HAHA.

But I'm not going to be really particular about the wedding. After all it's who you're marrying and not just that one day of glamour. We never know maybe someday I marry an Indonesian tycoon become tai-tai, if he wants two thousand tables, he can have two thousand and one tables. LOL. Or what if I marry some hot Brazilian guy who wants his wedding to be dancing in the canopy, he can Jamaican style all he wants.

If I get to choose, it will be something like this:

A Chapel Wedding for Solemnisation Process, Lace Wedding Gown

That's during the day and

Garden/ Beach Wedding for the Banquet, Simple White Dress

Something like that would be lovely, ending the night with champagne, music and lots of dancing.

Can I just marry myself already? Hahaha.

I think I've watched too much chick flicks. But hey, dreams don't hurt no one!

This blogpost made me smile for an hour or two, and that's good enough for now. Shall blog about my dream home the next time. It's back to assignments for now.

Love, Sarah.