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My big brother got married on last Wednesday, August 18th. We were talking the night before, and I was actually trying to talk him out of it. See, it's not really his (or anyone else's in the family, for that matter) bride. She's old, and I mean really old. She's already 40 (yeah, my brother's only 24 this week). My mom is 46, and my grandmom is about this girl's mom's age, so it's like skipping one generation. Whoever said age doesn't matter? It so matters when you're picking the best bride.

He sure doesn't like to marry her, either. It's just that she got her pregnant and there's no way of turning back time. It was their actions, and now, it was time for them to face whatever turns out of what they did.

Marriage is a sacred thing for me. It's not something to be rushed, nor forced. It's got to be planned carefully and meticulously, and of course, done in time. But the Manila Cathedral for the venue is definitely out of the question. All couples ever married in that place get separated after some time, I'm telling you. So anyways, back to it. I was feeling a little scared for him. This isn't what we all wanted. He could get married in the fairly distant future, after he gets a job and is already quite financially stable, but not now. Yes, all those things came in mind. But what struck me most was the whole concept behind it. He's getting legally bound to someone. Forever.

I still feel scared whenever I think about myself getting married. Perhaps, when I'm 30, I'll have the guts. Or maybe, when I find someone I'd die for just to be with my entire life - whichever comes first.

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That's what you call writing without coherence. I might do it another time - and come up with something better than this.