Sunday, June 28, 2009

Why begin a marriage to end a relationship?

Try to sit down by a busy walkway, and give all your attention to those “married” couples walking around. I mean, yeah you may not even know if those passers-by you see are even really married to the other or not, but that is not the crucial point. Look deep into their eyes, their body language, and the alignment of their paces. Some have their eye contacts to close to each other and walk as if the whole damn road belongs to their grandfathers. They clasp together so tightly that my blurred vision may even mistaken them as Siamese twins. And they are walking in such matching tempo like tango on the road. Applause, applause! That adorable pair are now announced as the made-to-each-other and never-departed-for-love-till-eternity couple. Now, if you are that type of person that believes happy ever after tales, you better stop reading from this very line. Continue at your own every risk, because as I looked attentively and so closely to that couple, my psychic brought me to a futuristic dimension – of what would (most probably) happen to them if they walk down the road in ermm….let’s bet, 5 year’s time?

Now sit tight and put your seat belts on because I’m telling you what is going to really happen to that lovey-dovey relationship – ROCKY

They feel so blissful and ecstatic for having each other in their life, just like reaching big O at all shots. Huh, sound too climatic right. But right. That is typically the best part of having a relationship with that behalf. So one fine day as that couple walks down that pathway again, he finally did what he’s suppose to do – he Propose. Awww… the girl look so deep into his eyes like she’s having bionic eyes, and nodded so sweetly like she had never nodded in her life before. And then, the fairytale….ooppss, the nightmare begins.

The future-wife-to-be dreams of a romantic wedding bouquet, decorated with beautiful pink roses. All gears are beautifully adorn with lavender laces that gives an angelic touch to her designer’s wedding gown…hmm…..all those purrrfect arrangement only costs less than 100K…!....She knew so well that she had found her prince charming! And so the guy had his “dream’ wedding at the back of his head too – continuous yam-seng session with his best buddies, get drop dead drunk, go home and fuck her. Ta-da! Don’t worry readers. The story doesn’t end here. And so they had their first biggest argument (since that diabetic dating stories above) but both pulled it through together since a decision made is the only action to take. So they were successfully (if not awkwardly) pronounced as husband and knife, opps, wife I mean. And remember about the guy’s vision to get drunk and fuck? He did.

Fast forward – she got pregnant. Another big silly mistake for not having enough rubber supplies. Or who knows, it could be just another failed product QC. And so, I saw them walking past the pathway again, hands-in-hands but not that couple. I mean, brother holds his sister, and sister hold her brother. Yea, they made it to big-3, which equally to 3-big-darn mistakes. Mother yells at children, husband yells at wife for yelling at children, and children yelling at each other for no apparent reasons. No easy life. And that God I don’t not have enough quota for writing about their respective in-laws.

And so, deep inside my heart, as I watched this couple (and his failed family planning) walking the pathway again. It all started so flawlessly, but all that befalling them are just – never ending arguments. Of course, I’m hoping so much that they would still remember those happy days once a while and looking back are still satisfied of what they are going through. But honestly, I would rather just walk that pathway with an open heart and a smiling curve on my lips – and going through so much mistakes that I could make to make my life, so called complete…..

Just when I’m trying to close my laptop’s lid, I spotted another young, energetic, loving, can’t-live-without-another couple walking down the streets again…….


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