<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/11137444?origin\x3dhttp://my-boulevard.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>





A Note

I love flowers. I love spontaneity, and pleasant surprises. I'm dainty and ambitious; really. I nurse others. There's more than meets the eye when it comes to me.

 Yours Truly

N A D I A H
200788
ngee ann poly
school of health sciences
Children's Emergency, KKWCH

[ e-mail ]

[ friendster ]

 Exits

NO STRINGS ATTACHED

Codes Voxybaby
Image Forever 21






Tuesday, May 02, 2006 8:37 pm
Too much.



I hate washing the dishes. Just looking at them all piled up in the sink is disgusting and tiring. I hate it when they don't wash their own dirty plates. It's my duty to wash the dishes but come on! Wash what you use. It's not much. And if they pile them up, all 5 other members of my family, waiting for me to wash them, imagine how many dishes there are! God! Maybe we should eat off paper plates or something. Or just eat out off the newspaper. Ya, and by dinner time, we'll be too sick to even eat. Less or no dishes to wash. And my dad went like, when you get married and have a family, you can do that, whatever you want. What-ever. It's not like I'll have a huge family as this anyway. So it wouldn't be that much a chore washing the dishes. Maybe I might hire a domestic helper in the future. But that's only if I'm rich and successful or if I marry a rich man.

Frequent readers of my blog, you should know I've big dreams and wishes and expectations; excellent grades, great career, travelling all over the world, man of my dreams, huge house, beautiful kids. Expectations, expectations. But you know what? I'm not gonna expect anything anymore. Or at least not too much. Cuz in the end, if I don't meet my expectations, I think I'd be living in permanent sadness and unsatisfaction.

But just one, just this one wish, I wish someone would grant it. Sigh..

Updated at 12:12 AM

It's broken. All over again. I need super super super glue to put it back together. Dammit! Get over it, Nad! Just get. Over. It. Clear your mind. Go and learn meditation or yoga la!!

Argh!