My DreAm

I dream that someday when I meet my soulmate I want him to be a romantic guy in this world. even though I don't like too much with the things that romantic. But special in my wedding I want to be different. I want him propose me by chopper. So, he has to arrange some romantic words and ask me to marry him, then he flies with a banner by chopper. So that all people in this world know it.

You know movie with the title "The Brothers Solomon" when John and Dean are two sheltered happy brothers who want nothing more than to please their wiling father. They set out to find a woman who can give them a baby. They ad on a web that they want make a baby. When their wish accomplished, suddenly the woman left because she didn't want give her baby to them. So, The Brothers Solomon made a banner to say sorry and fly it by chopper.

I like that part, that inspires me for do the same. But not to say an apologize, however for a man who will propose me.

Then my wedding, I have to wear green dress, my wedding cake must be green color, the decoration is look like football field (so that it must be held on outdoor..;p), and also it must have Chelsea FC decor. For the guests I want them wear white or black dress.

Because I love green color, so that I want my house all green, from inside til outside (including tools, cutlery, and others). It's all about GREEN...

LoVe, LoVe, n LoVe

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.

Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love.