Sunday, April 17, 2005

15 is enough

It's confirm. 15 minutes is a long enough period to torture your own body. I've tried this video workout focusing on building the buns muscles, and now two days after doing those seemingly endless squat, it still hurt me just to sit on the toilet seat. My poor body.

Saturday, April 16, 2005

Day Dreaming

Ever since my partner and I decided that we will get married early next year, I have been trying to picture the perfect wedding day. I always consider wedding as only a legal requirement, force by the society even to those who don't care much of it. But hey, if we have to do it, might as well try to enjoy it, right?

I dream to have a simple and private wedding. In Bali :) Imagine this... the akad nikah (wedding vow) in a gazebo, the sea site as background. The sun about to set and the sky is burning red. The gentle breeze that carry the smell of the sea. Everything is decorated in white flowers. I'll be wearing a white kebaya. My partner can wear whatever he wants, even shorts :) We'll be surrounded only by immediate families and close friends (I will hate big party with hundreds of unknown faces who I don't even care). We will all have dinner together. Buffet food, standing party (no flimsy dinner set course on the table). There will be this trio acoustics, with the guitar and banjo and percussion, going around playing fun romantic songs. I can even hear the music in my head now.

I have been searching the web for some options. There's wedding package in the villa, which I like more since it's more secluded. And there's wedding package in the hotel, which will be a more practical option since none of us actually reside in Bali. They're quite pricey too specially considering that it will come from our own pocket (we don't want to take money from our parents for the wedding). I don't know also how my parents going to handle this idea, getting married outside Jakarta, away from all their relatives and colleagues. I know it may sound selfish for the eldest child to force her wish to her parents on how to celebrate her wedding day, but whose wedding is it anyway?

Oh well, a girl can always dream.

Monday, April 04, 2005

STOP!

I need to stop. I can't, I don't want to, take another step in this maze road. I tried, God knows I've tried. But my energy is depleted. No more...

Let's sit down together, let us be brave and talk about it, so we can get some sense of direction before continuing this journey. Please.