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♥ My name is Alicia.
I go by ALMIGHTYALICIA on the net.


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Pop culture is my life.
I adore loud stuff and bright colours.
I am a HUGE movie buff. I also spend half my life watching various TV shows.
I practically worship the Moon. And I like observing the clouds.



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If you are troubled on what to get me for my birthday or xmas or because you offended me and is asking for my forgiveness, here's a list that might work.

F.R.I.E.N.D.S DVD
Season 1/2/3/4/7/8/9
SHERLOCK DVD
Season 1/2
MODERN FAMILY DVD
Season 1/2/3/4
I ALWAYS accept Cupcakes/Cakes
Only H&M fashion voucher if you must
Call/Text me to treat me a meal
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  The lack of attraction
Posted Saturday, March 17, 2012 // 4:14 pm
Repulsive has two meanings 
I figured that if I accomplished absolutely nothing in life, I would just adopt a whole bunch of children and raise them single-handedly. And by that I mean, not being the first Asian to win an Oscar, not ever even stepping foot into Hollywood, not ever making in even in local showbiz, not finding a guy to spend life with, not finding a guy to raise a child with me, not having guy to even donate sperms to my ovaries so I can have a kid of my own. So that's my definition of accomplishing nothing in life. And they are ranked accordingly on my dreams list. 


But those are things that require assistance. I have those typical "Visit Paris" and "Watch meteor shower" kind of dreams but those I can accomplished by myself. 


And since I have so many dreams to try out for, by the time I fail every single one of them I'll be like fifty. Hey, how's that for my math?


I would adopt at least three kids and I'm adopting because since I have no man to make them with, I have no other choice do I? I have this thing for kids. I like staring at them while they are just doing nothing and simply observing me instead. They make me happy. And hey, that's what matters in life afterall. To just be happy and be contented with life. 


So I figured if I do have that feeling whenever babies look at me, how happy would I be when I have them to call my own? Okay, that was an overly excited sarcastic remark but I honestly want kids to generate the life in me. I can stare at babies all day and not get bored. At least I think I can.


I mean, I've heard all these useless stories to try and terrorise me about raising a child but I don't get scared by the ideas of those coming true. Sure I'll make mistakes but I would be pretty damn proud at least once in their lives at one crowning point of their legacy. 


I figured since I repel men and they tentatively all run away from me at some point, I probably got to do this on my own. No I won't be the old lady who lives in a shoe. Or I won't LET myself be the old lady who lives in a shoe. I'm pretty damn cool to be that woman.


I thought I would share this and look back when I am fifty and either laugh at my silliness of laugh with my kids at my silliness. You be the judge, dear blog. 

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