Tuesday, September 23, 2014

21.09.14: To infinity and beyond

We loved with a love that was more than love.” –Edgar Allan Poe

I had never imagined that I would be married at the time I was 25. In college, when my girl friends set a goal to tie a knot at around 24-26 years old, I was the one who always said, “I don’t know when I’ll get married. Even, never thought about that.” I was, and still am, wondering, what’s all the fuss about? My girl friends have been swallowed by Hollywood chick flicks and Disney tales about the wedding and love thingy. For me, it’s simply cheesy.

Well, it turned out, I just got married on Sept. 21. It still feels surreal, I’m asking myself, “Am I married?” Because frankly, besides the ring clinging on my finger, I feel like I’m living, hanging out, playing and laughing a lot with my best friend. They said “Fight like a married couple, talk like best friends, flirt like first loves, and protect each other like brother and sister – obviously it’s meant to be,” that’s probably true. A more noticeable difference that could tell we are married is now I can poke him after taking wudhu (a certain purification procedure before perform prayer). Then I was like, GOSH, I am a wife!

Beyond all of the intense, fun and pain of dating, meeting the big families, to wedding preparation, and moving out to the apartment, we’re all about thrilled and laughs. Now, I have a singular someone to talk to, to play with, to annoy, to hug and kiss every. single. damn. day.

The fact that I love him, make me feel like I want to cook for him and bring him lunch all the time.

Because I love him, I feel that my soul is naked as he tumbled down my wall.

For the reason that I love him, he makes me feel that I am his world. His only world.

And for the moment of the magic, I knew I love him for the million things he never knew he were doing.

*P.S: Thank you for everyone for the wishes, and for attending my wedding reception party, for the help and support as well as advises for living the newlywed transition (:


Tuesday, September 9, 2014

I'm feeling 25

I’m officially one quarter of a century old. That means my life is 25% complete and 24 was pretty great.

I’m not saying that getting older is horrible – it’s just terrifying. At my 25 years old now, I can’t even figure out yet what I’m going to do for myself. My dream, hopes and everything, it’s getting bigger, but not clearer. In short: What the hell should I do for my future self???

But anyway, 25 years old is going to be AWESOME. I’m getting married in 2 weeks and going to have a new status: someone else’s wife. When other people probably think that it’s a hard task with the decision to get married and settle down, for me it’s going to be fun. I will have my partner in life to do and share with everything, like EVERYTHING. We’re going to explore life together, get messed up and awesome together, and play together – until death does us apart (amen). So, crossfingers!

Besides, being 25 means I get to get my coffee every morning of my life. Because hey, I am responsible of what I do and I know what I want, right? That coffee thing is just a metaphor. I can get anything at anytime I want without asking someone else’s permission. That’s happiness.

Happy birthday to me!

Looking forward to kicking off the second quarter century of my life. Cheers to being 25!


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