Love is holding hands in the street.
Marriage is holding arguments in the street.

Love is dinner for 2 in your favorite restaurant.
Marriage is a take home packet.

Love is cuddling on a sofa.
Marriage is one of them sleeping on a sofa.

Love is talking about having children.
Marriage is talking about getting away from children.

Love is going to bed early.
Marriage is going to sleep early.

Love is a romantic drive.
Marriage is arrive on tops curvy tarmac .

Love is losing your appetite.
Marriage is losing your figure.

Love is sweet nothing in the ear.
Marriage is sweet nothing in the bank.

Tv has no place in love.
Marriage is a fight for remote control.

Love is 1 drink and 2 straws.
Marriage is “Don’t you think you’ve had enough!”.

Conclusion: “Love is blind, Marriage is an eye opener!”

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Back from Thailand

After almost three weeks of wandering around Thailand, eating amazing food and getting some alone time with my lovely Eva, I’m back on Guam and back here at Zen Habits!

While I had an amazing time in Thailand, and truly enjoyed the break from blogging, it’s really great to be back, and I did suffer from blogging withdrawal. Having my daily discussion with all of you turns out to be addicting. 

I Fell In Love With Thailand

So I could write a book on Thailand, but I won’t bore you with every last detail. Let’s just say that I really loved Thailand — so much so that actually considered living there for awhile. I spend most of my time in Bangkok, which is just an amazing city, so full of life and activity and incredible restaurants.  

 Of course, I’m just a small-town bumpkin, hailing as I do from a small tropical island where the capital city has only a few hundred actual residents. So a city like Bangkok, with its 8 million residents, is quite overwhelming for someone like me. My wife and I stared in awe at all the huge buildings, the crowded streets, the intensity of life, when we first entered the city. We spent most of our trip exploring Bangkok, and the more we did so, the more we realized we were only scratching the surface.

 We also spent a little less than a week on a small island called Koh Samed, an island whose chief activity is tourism, and where there is nothing else to do but lay on the beach, eat, drink, swim, read, and be merry. We did all of the above, and lots of it. I really loved Koh Samed, and by the time I left the people who served the restaurants at our bungalows knew us for our frequent margarita orders. The sand is powdery white, the sea is jade, and the weather was perfect. 

Bangkok isn’t so simple to describe, but I’ll offer a few highlights:

·      Many of the streets are just filled with tiny stalls and carts, selling everything from clothes to souvenirs to electronics to DVDs to all kinds of Thai foods. The food is excellent. The DVDs are not.

·      Bangkok has not only a big river going down the middle of it, but also numerous canals that until recent decades were one of the main thoroughfares of the city. We took a slow motorboat tour (just the two of us driven by an elderly gentleman) and saw some very interesting views of the city, missed by many tourists, though the canals.

·      Bangkok is such an international city, and this is reflected in the people (every kind of language and accent fill the air) and in the wonderful food. We sample various kinds of Thai restaurants (from the fancy to the working-class diners) along with all kinds of European, Asian, Indian, Middle Eastern food and more.

·      Great shopping, from luxury malls to gigantic outdoor markets to MBK, which can only be described as a cross between a mall and an outdoor market.

·      The people are so interesting, from the overly friendly touts trying to get us to go places for lots of money, to the many nice people we met who are very generous when you show an interest in their country and culture.

Again, I could go on and on, but let’s just say I had an incredible time.

Most of all, I missed my six kids. We were heartbroken to be away from them for so long. We’re really babies when it comes to being separated from our babies. We actually cried for them on a few occasions.

(Source: http://zenhabits.net)