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oh no, i hope i'm not turning into that kind a person whom obsessed about marriage and its complexity. well at least i'm not starting a new web page just to show off discuss her marriage as it common recently. despite the three hours max party, i'd love to dig deep about what's the true meaning of marriage itself cos lately i've heard some stories about women who traded her love for money. 
it's not that bizzare obviously,many women willing to sacrifice their love for just a mater of blings. the imagination of unwind in a big fancy house, riding a sport car, and toting an exotic leather purse with towering shiny heels ruining the core of marriage itself, LOVE. 

what's marriage without love? it's nothingness. 

i complained about my mother so much in this blog, but as i live and breath, she never push me to date some random filthy rich guy. and i thank god for that. no matter how she shut my mouth throughout the years, but i still have a freedom to be with the man of my own. even though there's a bit hearsay about how she wanted me to break up with dieter, but those words never see the light of day. she knew i could commit suicide anytime.... eek! kidding.  


so please.. whenever you decide to get married with someone, make sure that its sole foundation and reason is love and love only. i'm not telling you to be blinded by love. raise your awareness and rest assured that there are several types of men that we clearly have to avoid. 

Mr. Wrong traits
- alcoholic, junkie, and gambler (BIG NO)
- a beater/hit man (no mercy)
- someone else's boyfriend/husband (why would he bother seeing someone else? why??)
- extreme gamer (games are for children, not adults)
- unable to make decision (you won't be forever in your mom's arm, so please stop asking her what to do) 

it's just me. don't mean to offended anyone.



anyway.
my cousin ever said to me, what's love all about? it can't feed you and your children! how shallow.
i know love can't fly you thousand miles away to Paris. but with love, you will know the meaning of this life. you will feel content. and most of all, you'll get an eternal happiness. 

isn't life too short to be anything but happy?
and at the end of the day, you just wanna be with someone who make you laugh.




















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