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That Little Thing Called "Fate"
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I met my Husband 7 years ago - that was early 2009. I was 21 - innocent, outspoken but easily get scared about things in life. He was 27 - wild, free spirited and of course good looking man. I don't know if it was destiny or just a coincidence that brought us together but whatever it was I am glad that we met on one magical day of January. He checked-in in the same hotel where I was doing my TOIEC Review because as A Practical Nursing Student it was one of the requirements to take English Test if you want to apply abroad for work as a Licensed Practical Nursing. The Review Centre was on the rooftop of the Hotel and most of my free time and weekends I stayed there until late night or til early in the morning or whenever I don't have hospital duties. The hotel became my second home as the owner of the re