had this nonsensical bantering about future husbands (er, with no references k, cos i dun particularly want to marry a caucasian. i swear, L. ^-^) with S and N. it was hillarious.... anyway, while they established their pierre and their OLe-Ole-Ole...(cant resist that)... mine was Antonio Le Salvatore. (initially S suggested REstorante! wat a dumb name!)...but anyway, his suppose to be an italian pasta maker's son...who inherited his fortune from his father.... where being the insatisfiable glutton that i am, ...though NOT FAT.... his the best husband (his not fat too - though in real life, my life is not too far from this ideal)...

anyway, his a middle class average nice guy who makes me laugh with his jolly ways, husband. not fat though cos he cooks too much pasta, so gave up on eatin them (^0^) ...and cos i also like experimenting with food, and i'm asian, we came up with the restaurant called "fusion" which mixes asian delicacies with italian taste... talk about exquisite... i would have 2 kids, the girl who's older, the son, younger. Note...in real life, older children get to bully younger ones (i'm a real life situation all rolled-up for comparison). the girl would be antoinette dione Salvatore, the son would be theodore lez salvatore... (its just to give that english tang...yar noe...so STOP laughing)...

while the other two were squabbling over their rich architect husbands....and xxx... i was writing a wedding proposal....



the beautiful sunset horizon with its crimson glare deeped down out of sight into the waterfront. The starcrossed lovers who remain intertwined in each others embrace sit in silence staring out into the distance.Antonio turns and faces his fiance, who seems lost in the surreal beauty of the ride down river. Never once could she have imagined that a man as thoughtful as Antonio would go to such
lengths in winning over her affections. He cleared his throat once. Then twice. His heart raced frantically as he searched for the ring that he had placed in his jacket pocket. She turned and faced him, so close were they that the sweeping movement of the boat rocked them into greater intimacy. She smiled and opened her palm that clutched a precious little box. "is this what your looking for?" there lay the ring still within its tight little world. It glistened as Antonio pulled it out from the box, reddened at his own carelessness... "will you...?" she placed a delicate finger upon his lips. "yes"... "hush now"...


sweet ?

^-^