Reality. Check it.

Let me be insightful and give my 2 cents worth of narration about what I think about this phrase:
"Bai Dou Da Lao". To translate it into English, it simply means till death do us part.
On the way back home today, I sort of overheard a conversation between 3 Cedarians. It was deliberate. If you sat in front of them and these girls were talking that loudly, you just can't help but hear. And ponder.
They were talking about their dream man.
A said that she wants her boyfriend to pick her up in a Porsche everyday after work.
B said she just wanted to be happy with the guy. This drew quite a ruckus from the others.
C said she wanted to just get of this little island and grow her roots elsewhere.
Initially, I was just trying to get a few winks.
Oh yes. I have officially broken one of my New Year Resolutions:
Clocking in at least 7 hours of sleep a day.
Due to some unfortunate and damning circumstances, I was forced to study into the wee hours of the night. The sound of traffic accompanied me though, hence the long nights weren't so lonely.
I slept at 2.30am on Sunday.
Then on Monday at 2
Then yesterday at 1 plus. I shan't go into much details. Just that the lack of sleep me more groggy, more angry and more easily being agitated by stupid nonsense thrown up by stupid people.
Back to the main topic.
My question to you is. Is there such a thing as a Happily Ever After Marriage that lasts for all eternity?
My Mum came back late today as she had to do some shopping for my Aunt. Now, you may ask what has this little spending expedition got to do with my topic. It does. Obliquely. My Dad got sort of restless afterwards.
Let me give you some information about my parents.
They did not meet by the conventional method. Which was you see this hot babe on the street and decide to give her a shot. Ask her out. And if you are lucky, you don't get a scream from her before having to stay behind bars for a night.
No.
My Mum was introduced to my Dad by her Brother (My Uncle) who was the god-son of my Dad's brother's wife's mother. Sounds complicated?
In short, they were "match-made".
So, one thing led to another and then, I was born.
From the day I stopped sucking my thumb till the day that I started punking up my hair. Quarrels between them were frequent.
There weren't fist fights. Thank goodness.
They will just bicker, swear and cuss at one another. After a while, I sort of got used to it. There was this once when it got so bad that I just intervened. I retorted my Dad and threw back the remark Mum made back at her. In the end, I got the brunt of the argument. Hey, better me than them.
So. I just found it weird. No. Maybe it's not. My Dad looked awfully worried when Mum came back not too long ago. He questioned, she answered. Then, they started their little bickering again. Maybe it's just their method of saying those three positive words.

I wonder what my future will be like. Will I get hitched? Or will I be shaving my hair bald and staying in a monestary for the rest of my life.
Ha ha. I think my "Yin Yuan" looks sort of bleak you know. It really is. I don't know.