i am disturbed.
the woman who married eleven times is an ex-makcik (if there is such a thing). my uncle was the first. to date, she's one of the few people that dearfather cannot tolerate (he rarely does that). dearparent's dislike would mean that her appearances were really rare in my childhood. like i give a damn.
how strong is the concept of marriage if you've done it 11 times. how funny are divorces to you if you've done it enough times to have your lawyer's number at your speed dial. what is the value of love when you say it too many times that it actually loses its meaning. how will the kids grasp the definition and feel of a father if you keep changing them like you do pets.
alamak, gua tak faham lu ah.
it's not a fucking disease okay. to her, making misguided lovefools fall for her, marry her, then divorcing them so she can get alimony is a hobby; it's almost a sport.