SPM 2008


My future wife or husband




“Sweetheart. I’m home..!”


I am allergic to honey. It gives me headache. My future husband has to know this. That will bring him one step closer to being perfect.


My perfect future husband will have the name Alex. Because it was my favourite name. He will also have a head full of hair and be a foot taller than myself. That really should not be a problem. He also need to be fit and healthy with a trim body as a proof.


He must also be very successful at his career whatever that may be as long as he is not a policemen, a fireman,a lawyer, an accountant, a dentist,a surgeon,a reporter, a rap artist or a graphic designer. Anything else is fine. A salary with six figures per month undeniably brings him three steps forward to becoming perfect.


His middle name need to be Confident and his last name Power. He has to be a man who walks with confidence in his graceful stride. A man who is sure of what he wants and not stop walking until he gets it. He must have the power of panda just like a movie of ‘Kung Fu Panda’. The ability to make people succumb to his every wish. Fulfill his every whim and fancy. Panda do that really well because they are really cute..! They just melt your heart.


He must also shower me with luxuries every other day. Roses, chocolates, high heels, dresses and gowns and basically his credit cards. If he expects me just to sit at home and watch reruns of Desperate Housewives, that places him five steps behind the not knowing of my honey allergy. No, I ned to be wake up everyday and have something glamorous on my agenda. Like brunch at the Hilton and tea in Bali. Privates jets and helicopters of course. Things that keep me happy. And more importantly, happy wives do not kill their husbands.


He also have to make time for me. A little trip off to the Caribbean during the weekends and maybe Paris every few months. Now would a husband be a perfect if he leaves his wife out of his life? No, he certainly would not be perfect. I fully expect him to share every detail of his life with me. Communication. Extremely vital.


So there we have it. Greek god, filthy rich, powerful, succumbs to my heart’s desire and revolves his life only around mine. It does not get much better than that. He is truly a perfect husband. He is just not my perfect husband. That was a snobby, upper east side caviar eating lady who was speaking before this.


I do not care what my husband’s name is. I do not care if his abs are rock hard. As long as he can save me from lizars and spiders, he is the most powerful man on earth to me. My heart’s desire is to have his heart and soul. I may resort to murder if he is around me at all the time.


My perfect husband will love me even if I do not have slim tights, cannot cook to save a life and despise dressing up. He will show me how much he loves me by the look in his eyes and how he kisses me even while I am scolding him.


“Goodnight beautiful.”


Not Alex. Not Adonis, not Greek god. This man. This man is my perfect future husband.