Where Do You See Yourself In 10 Years??

It's the year 2006, the year the babies of '86 turn two decades old. It's kinda hard to believe that we've been through such a journey to be where we are now.

This is a part of the GB blogs, but everyone is welcomed to blog down their thoughts on where they'd be in the next 10 years. The past ten for me were, content, I guess. I would never have guessed that I'd be an avid blogger during the ten-year phase of my life. I'd never thought that I'd grow up to be what I am. I mean, come on. At ten, I was playing Ice & Water during recess the whole of the fasting month. Yep, I still recall those memories of spending recess time running around because there happened to involve a certain boy I had a crush on. *rolls eyes*

Yeah I know, at ten I was already so gatal, having crushes on boys. Well, if you thought ten was bad, then hah!! I developed my first crush when I was six, okay!!

Anywayz, back to the decades. Hmmm...do I think I've achieved much during the past ten years of my life?? Frankly, not as much as I'd like to. There were irreplaceable moments, though. But, maybe because of my own doings, I guess I don't feel like those ten years were really, really fulfilled.

Something which I hope to change during the next ten-year phase of my life.

In ten years time -which by then I shall be turning 30- I am hopefully happily married to The One with possibly two kids. Maybe with a third on the way if The One is Superman in bed. Hopefully after these ten years, Nanny Alonso would still be alive to be able to see her great-grandchildren. And of course, completing my university studies, which I hope, shall include a Masters. Seriously, I want that degree & I want it bad. I would probably not be working & staying in Singapore (I pray Mom doesn't read this or she'll flip!!) by the end of my next ten years.

During the span of ten years, my aims of travelling at least half or one-third of the world would be fulfilled, and that includes those trips to Old Trafford & Anfield with Bunny. Of course, to do my Haj as well, if God permits.

And if The One insists that I be a stay-at-home Mommy after some time, I'd prolly be working on writing a book. That is, after much bickering & bitching. But, hmmm...thirty is a little young to give up that aspiring career; never mind, I shall ponder upon that when the time comes. Then again, no no. I don't think I'd be giving up my job that fast. Don't know yet what genre it's going to be, not even any specific idea but that is definitely on my to-do list for my ten-year phase.

I'd also most definitely get over my drooling over cute hunka-hunka guys...or not. Depends on how The One is with the situation. He'll prolly tie me to the bed to prevent me from watching TV & going out of the house, in case I might cast my eyes somewhere else. Like duhh, I won't cheat; my beliefs in fidelity & loyalty are quite high, so there.

Anywayz, back to the main picture. I'd also unquestionably want a successful career. Like, who wouldn't, right?? It's not so much of a so-called outright successful career; but more of a career that I love. A career that I enjoy doing & not getting up every morning groaning & grumbling about why am I slaving for a job that I don't even have an interest in. True, it's not easy to find something almost that perfect, but I guess the situation depends.

And in ten years time, I'd still see myself with the friends I am with now, plus prolly a few extra friends along the way. And yes, since Bunny has reserved a spot as my first child's Godmommy so, my first child's Godmommy she will be.

And now, the big question. In ten years time, will I ever be slimmer??

Ohh, who am I kidding?? I have trouble believing in that, myself. Hmpf.

Laterz...
Lenny GodGilla Xabs