How I See Myself In 10 Years Time
Realistically:
My bum's UHU-ed to Singapore. I'm still gonna be living with my parents. Still unmarried and unhappy. My brother has already moved out and married and he has tons of mini Nulls. His doting wife will make her dutiful visits to her in-laws once a week and cast me a disapproving look every single time she visits with her brats.
My kid sister will probably shack up with her college buddies but comes looking for me every single time she needs cash re-imbursement. I'll envy her carefree-ness and her youth. But I'll give her the money... she has only one big sister afterall.
My dad will probably roam around in the house (prolly be a ghost of himself) chugging on his ciggies, trying to figure out what to do now that he's already retired and shrivelled and old.
Ma will be watching super old re-runs of the Bachelorette (she fucking digs that show). And me, I gotta slave away at some government job. Bringing in the dough for my parents retirement (coz they didn't plan theirs when they were working).
Put it simply: think I'm gonna have the "Kwee Hoon" act lock in ten years time.

The other end of the stick:
I could be in Australia, holding a job in a regional media company, being part of the creative team. I'll have side projects here and there. Creative management in Hong Kong perhaps. Work with Da and the Rest. I will be somebody who actually love her job/s.
I get myself a house that has a beautiful veiw of Bond Beach. I'll drive a silver Audi coupe. I get myself a Latin American partner and spend every other weekend in bed. Not doing anything but lounge, lounge and lounge around.
Singapore will be juz a figment of my imagination. Everybody who I consider small-town folks back in Singapore are all characters from a bad dream. For holidays, I go up Atlanta and visit Auntie Faiz and hang out with her super cool friends.