When couples break up, they always said their spouse changed. Well, I know not a thing about this handsome stranger. So that reason of breaking up is not gonna bother me at all.

PDKT's a stupid thing that only teenagers do. It's a phase where you're suppose to get to know the person you're going to ask out for a date and be girlfriends or boyfriends after. Hello? Being in a relationship IS the pre-marriage step to get to know each other. So what's this, a pre-pre-marriage get together? I'd say just go for it. Life's that short.

Getting married to someone you don't know at all is plain romantic. And getting to know that person is quite a challenge you have to face everyday. It'd make married life less boring, instead of a steady long term relationship where you get to predict each movement he's gonna make and know better which side he's gonna be sleeping tonight (which, in a fight, is considered the table side, which means the floor, or the lamp side, which means the sofa).

You have all your life to discover what's his positive and negative points, his everyday's rhythm, does he talks while he sleeps, which razor you should secretly use to shave your legs without him knowing, what's his favorite food, what would he do in a fight, what's his favorite position, what kind of crappy music is he listening to on a Sunday morning, and by the time you finish discovering and started to get sick of it all, it's just time to go die and you'd be appointed to held seminars up there cause you're both the only old married couple died of a heart attack and broken hips because of the back-flip position he insisted trying.

Eloping is a low budget-easy to do-none hard feelings taken-no free food for family you don't really know-no free flow for friends you don't really care.

I heard you get a stack of chips for every time you get married in Vegas.

Disneyland's my daydream-honeymoon favorite place. And it's not that far from Vegas isn't it, considering I live in a faraway continent.

You get to choose what you're gonna wear when saying I do. No heavy make-up and high heels when you're suppose to be standing all night hand-shaking one by one each guest that came and has the courtesy of saying congratulations first before they hit the food-stalls. Once I even consider, if I really have to be on stage all night, I'd wear a rrreaallly big ball-gown like Cinderella, and underneath I'd hide a bar stool so people won't know that I'm actually sitting while I look standing.

I had a dream a few years back about me walking down the aisle to a Learn to Fly performed live by Foo Fighters. I may have the chance to realize it. Well, with the CD at least.