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Monday, April 17, 2006
I'm MARRIED! - 2:35 PM
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Last night, I got married..... IN MY DREAMS! I am not kidding, in case you think I'm trying to be funny.


In the dream, the wedding location was oddly in some sorta garden/forest/greenhouse. Hmmm , maybe I am a nature person after all despite all of my personal disagreements with Mother Nature. Ok anyway, back to the location. There were plants/trees/shrubs/flora & fauna EVERYWEHRE. roses were hanging down from those fancy carved structures, wadeva you call them. Mannnnn, this is TOTALLY not how I picture my dream wedding. WO YAO AIRCON!! What a bad start!!!


Ok so in the dream (or nightmare, too early to say), everything was RATHER dreamlike and fairy-taleish. I used RATHER because the roses hanging down were all I noticed other than the mass greenery that was surrounding me. But hor, as usual, there was ONLY one problem: IN MY FREAKIN DREAM, I HAVEN'T MET MY HUSBAND BEFORE. I was gonna meet him for the first time at the frickin altar. WHAT THE.........okok, that is TOTALLY not the way I pictured getting married... asking random men in suits whether they are the one I'm supposed to marry. So I saw this guy, and approached him and asked 'erhhh are u...', silently praying (damn hard) that he's not the one cos he's rather short n old and u know la... He said 'nope, I'm the best man... the groom's late'.


WHAT THE HELL....late on our wedding day?!?!?! how can liddat?!?!?!? yao si lor. But again, its the first time he's meeting me too. who cares.

So after awhile, in rushes this ...this....this group of si kgin nahs in uniform. OK, NOT those school uniform la tolong, but like u know that civil - someting uniforms? Those that alot of ah-mats wear, sorta liek NS? the VERY LOWLY RANKED KIND?!?! YES SHIT my future husband does that lor. PLZ LEH, can't he AT THE VERY LEAST be a fireman or something? Or at very least a policeman?!?! WHY A LOWLY PENG OF ALL?!?!? Pple get pilots, saf generals and I get the lowest of the low. COME ON, CAN'T U SEE I'M MATERIALISTIC?!?!? Do I have to SPELL IT OUT SO CLEARLY?


But anyway, thats when I started thrashing around in my sleep. Tossing left and right and thats when I know that my dream has finally morphed into a nightmare. It was so bad, I didn't even have a chance to look at my dress, my ring, and my guests!! NONE OF U APPEARED in that god-forbidden nightmare. I can't even remember how my husband looked like other than he's quite short.


DAMN.

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