Things that always made me consider eloping to Vegas with a handsome stranger:
When couples break up, they always said their spouse changed. Well, I know not a thing about this handsome stranger. So that reason of breaking up is not gonna bother me at all.
PDKT's a stupid thing that only teenagers do. It's a phase where you're suppose to get to know the person you're going to ask out for a date and be girlfriends or boyfriends after. Hello? Being in a relationship IS the pre-marriage step to get to know each other. So what's this, a pre-pre-marriage get together? I'd say just go for it. Life's that short.
Getting married to someone you don't know at all is plain romantic. And getting to know that person is quite a challenge you have to face everyday. It'd make married life less boring, instead of a steady long term relationship where you get to predict each movement he's gonna make and know better which side he's gonna be sleeping tonight (which, in a fight, is considered the table side, which means the floor, or the lamp side, which means the sofa).
You have all your life to discover what's his positive and negative points, his everyday's rhythm, does he talks while he sleeps, which razor you should secretly use to shave your legs without him knowing, what's his favorite food, what would he do in a fight, what's his favorite position, what kind of crappy music is he listening to on a Sunday morning, and by the time you finish discovering and started to get sick of it all, it's just time to go die and you'd be appointed to held seminars up there cause you're both the only old married couple died of a heart attack and broken hips because of the back-flip position he insisted trying.
Eloping is a low budget-easy to do-none hard feelings taken-no free food for family you don't really know-no free flow for friends you don't really care.
I heard you get a stack of chips for every time you get married in Vegas.
Disneyland's my daydream-honeymoon favorite place. And it's not that far from Vegas isn't it, considering I live in a faraway continent.
You get to choose what you're gonna wear when saying I do. No heavy make-up and high heels when you're suppose to be standing all night hand-shaking one by one each guest that came and has the courtesy of saying congratulations first before they hit the food-stalls. Once I even consider, if I really have to be on stage all night, I'd wear a rrreaallly big ball-gown like Cinderella, and underneath I'd hide a bar stool so people won't know that I'm actually sitting while I look standing.
I had a dream a few years back about me walking down the aisle to a Learn to Fly performed live by Foo Fighters. I may have the chance to realize it. Well, with the CD at least.
Listening to: Kahimi Karie - Kahimi Karie et Moi
kahimi karie pour elle le jeu n'existe pas, je sais que ce qu'elle ne sait pas, je l'aime bien plus que moi, kahimi karie ca vous le savez mieux que moi elle dit un peu n'importe quoi ca n'est jamais pour moi
ho hum March 26, 2007 12:48 AM PDT hee hee. let's elope and go to disneyland afterwards people.
yodee February 2, 2007 02:49 AM PST u know who i think is still alive? saddam hahaha
miund January 20, 2007 02:39 PM PST i tossed the idea of eloping to vegas, to my guy, but he's not too keen on the idea of getting married in front of a fake elvis.
dang.
in my defense: the fake elvis could be real. i'm just one of those people who thinks that the king is still alive somewhere.
ps: i think john lennon is still alive as well and is now scheming his revenge to yoko ono for breaking up the beatles. but that's just me thinking. i hate that japanese woman, i really do.
Pareesha January 11, 2007 07:03 PM PST Makes me want to elope in Vegas with a handsome stranger...
Pareesha January 11, 2007 07:03 PM PST haha this is brilliant, great sense of humour you got there :)
I support high-class polygamy. As in you can marry both my high-class left and right butt. Otherwise it'd be too hard.
Sometimes I walk backwards just to have the feel of not knowing what's to come. Like in real life. Of course I do this too if I'm not in the mood to make social conversation and I notice someone I don't know that well in the crowd.
I read dictionaries. Finding new words in different language is like riding a rollercoaster for me. I'm that nerdy.
Artificial life sucks big time and I instantly look down on others who tried too hard to impress.
Sushi bar and sake or just plain green tea will do just fine for a first date, and many other dates to come. I adore nori just enough to have it all the time.
I've had some thoughts on the topic of sperm donor. It's the solution for my wanting to have a baby without the effort of finding the perfect husband. Also the solution for my wanting to have a half caucasian baby boy I'll name Nostradamus.
If pre-marital sex is not a sin, and the society I live in is that open-minded (yeah right), and HIV virus does not exist, I plan to have kids from all different races. So I'll have my own United Colors of Natacha.
Good book and a cup of coffee are my multiple orgasms on the beach around sunset. How good is that?
I'm a jerk detector. If you're in a relationship and want to know if your guy is a creep, bring him to me. If by chance I'm attracted to him, then yes, he's a jerk.
Any movies where the character narrates their every thoughts will make my eyebrows taut and my heart fell in love. Charlie Kaufman's my hero.
I've always wanted to go hunting. Photography speaking. Animals deserve to live.
I love games. Any kind. PC, Play Station, Nintendo, RPG, adventure, you name it. Games in love excluded.
Human behaviour never fails to amaze me.
Beaches and kites always remind me of my late Grandpa. He taught me how to fly a kite eversince I was little.
I'm learning to always look on the bright side but my surroundings suck my positivity.
I welled up if I see old couple holding hands while crossing the street. That is until my lovely mother exclaimed: Of course, otherwise they'd fall.
Nerds like Michael Tribbiani are total turn on.
Players like Joey Tribbiani are total turn off. On. Off. On. Dammit. Off.
