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The Blue Pill or the Red Pill?


Marriage is not a word. It's a sentence (a life sentence).

Marriage is love. Love is blind. Therefore marriage is an institution for the blind.

Marriage is an institution in which a man loses his bachelor's degree and the woman gets her masters.

A married life is full of excitement and frustrations. In the first year of marriage, the man speaks and the woman listens. In the second year, the woman speaks and the man listens. In the third year, they both speak and the NEIGHBOURS listen.

Love is a long sweet dream, and marriage is the alarm clock.

At a cocktail party, one woman said to another...AREN'T YOU WEARING YOUR RING ON THE WRONG FINGER? The other replied, YES, I AM, I MARRIED THE WRONG MAN.

A Man is incomplete until he gets married, then he is finished.

It doesn't matter how often a married man changes his job, he still ends up with the same boss.

Oooppss! I am not an anti-marriage person nor planning to get married soon. It was after having this little chat with my cousin that I started to have this idea in my mind. She talked to me last sunday and she was getting married this coming February. And worst, she revealed that maybe she is pregnant. Well, I'm not against her decision for she only "informed" me and she was not seeking any advice from me. I know she's old enough (22 yrs. old) and she knows what's she's doing with her life. It's just that I don't want her to be bitter with marriage and love someday. I want her to think twice before plunging to the unpredictable life ahead of her. I'm not pessimisstic, but in my opinion they were not ready for this ...

When thinking about marriage, Morpheus immortal words to Neo reverberate in my head that speaks, " This is your last chance. After this there is no turning back. You take the blue pill; the story ends; you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill; you stay in wonderland, and I'll show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. remember, all I'm offering is the truth, nothing more."

Someday when i'm ready, I'll marry the man I love. Ready to raise a child and to act as a wife. Perhaps marriage is better than waking up next to an empty pillow....


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