My dream guy *no more*

Listening to: Kris Dayanti feat Ajai - Hati ini telah dilukai
Feeling: Cold!! Fingers freezing



So I was rifling through my collection of old and dusty books when I found me, Joe, IeeLan, and Tania's treasure. This old journal we used to keep when we were in high school. Was flipping through when this caught my eye. An entry titled 'My Dream Guy'. An excerpt:

My Dream Guy

1. Has to be taller than me

2. Must have a good sense of humor

3. Must be caring and protective but not overly protective

4. Must be willing to belanja me. *ahh, dun laugh!*

5. Have to be romantic like hell. i.e: Send me flowers and candy on Valentine's Day. On my birthday he has to give me a kiss and a HUGE teddy bear (though I prefer perfume) and also not to forget one dozen of roses to say 'I love you'.

6. Has to be independent like knowing how to cook and washing his own shoes. (eh, I was still in high school then and washing my bloody shoes were the biggest nightmare next to finishing my math homework)

OK, first of all let me explain. I was 15, filled with hormones and have not given in to the joys of cigarettes, coffee and shopping yet. Gimme a frigging break. 8 years down the road. Here's what's left on the list.

My Dream Guy

1. Has to be taller than me.
Same height also can la!!! I'll just do a Nicole Kidman-Tom Cruise thing. I won't wear my heels.

2. Must have a good sense of humor.
Good sense of humor not required anymore. I've discovered that I can be pretty funny at times. I'll just laugh at my own jokes.

3. Must be caring and protective but not overly protective.
Whatever la. Even if not protective I can defend myself. I was the one who whopped a snatch thief's ass. Heck, I might just prolly end up protecting HIM

4. Must be willing to belanja me.
I need to up this. When I get together with whoever, I will need to drill this into the unlucky bastard's head 'Your money is my money, my money is my money'

5. Have to be romantic like hell. i.e: Send me flowers and candy on Valentine's Day. On my birthday he has to give me a kiss and a HUGE teddy bear (though I prefer perfume) and also not to forget one dozen of roses to say 'I love you'. Well, that is like fecking corny. On Valentine's we'll have to do the most expensive Japanese joint and I'll get so drunk on sake and I'll puke on his nicely pressed shirt. On my birthday, I'd be happy to see a platinum card in an envelope. Roses? Too passe, lilies!! Big white lilies! Delivered to my office so all my colleagues will ohh and ahhh when the bouquet arrives. Bonus point = Helium balloons in pink and white

6. Has to be independent like knowing how to cook and washing his own shoes.
Yes, this remains. And he has to buy his own undies and roll his own socks and do his own laundry too.

And tell me why I am still single please?