I have too many things I want to write in here, since it's been ages !! But first off, let's plan our wedding day.
Yes, I am that random. Sometimes.
Okay so everyone must have their own dream day wedding. If not, you are one very pathetic human being with extreme lack of imagination.
I don't care how weird it is, how out-of -this-world (outer space ceremony, anyone?) or how tacky it is, I appreciate your ideas. There's no rules on this. No budget limits. No place too far. I salute you for daring to dream big. Well this is very Dr Phil, so let's just cut to the chase.
Let's start with me. I want a double wedding.
First is a private, intimate wedding in a remote island (Or Greece. Italy. A secluded island. I will just keep it to myself, you nosy rat.) Anyway. I will fly my family and closest friends into the island, all accomodations paid for (thats right, you'd better start sucking up to me from now to get a ticket.) It will just be a plain and simple ceremony and still traditional and everything. It will only last a day and then we'll fly back to Jakarta.
To ensure that all my friends and relatives will come, I'll just do the second on in this big ol' city. This is gonna be a huge one (not with gold decoration or anything Liberace, dont worry) but I want traditional dances and musical performance to be there. That's what I mean with huge and grand. I want it to be a festivity. Doesn't have to be in the city's top high-rise building (I've gotten incredibly poor due to that first wedding ceremony, remember?) but I want everyone to enjoy it, to be pleased, to have a good time. I love playing host. And I think it's not asking too much that I want all my beloved guests to have the time of their life in my most important event of all to host =)
All the foods will be cooked by my mom or her helpers. Authentic Indonesian cuisines, of course, but with International desserts bar. Of course. And I know I won't have the first-dance tradition, but I want the singer to croon Van Morisson's Someone Like You all night long. You'll see why.
So here's a glimpse into my future:
By 27/28, I will have achieved eighty percent of what I've always dreamed of. I will be in New York, working in a top restaurant whilst taking culinary lessons. It is my second year in the city and I plan to go back to my home town for the first time ever, and for good, but not before my little trip with him. We plan to steal a quick holiday to....Hong Kong ? Singapore ? (It could even be Bandung, I don't care. just not in Jakarta yet. Let's just call it nameless.) He will visit me in NY first and we'll get to watch a cool concert first (The Strokes? Julian? Joshua Radin?) and then we'll fly home together.
In that nameless city, he will take me out for a casual dinner one night. We will chat about our lives, about what's been going on since I left, about how much I miss him and everything.
And then, out of the blue, he will propose.
I like the feeling of being so surprised and so in pleasure that I will have no words to describe. When I look at the ring, I'll smile. Not because it's embedded with gold and diamond, but because I once mentioned it to him that I like the type. It's simple, it's round, it's a ring. That;s it. But being a good guy, he always, always remembers what I like even though I said it a million light years ago.
Which is why I'll say yes.
And during his proposal, somehow, somewhere, we listen to Van Morrison's Someone Like You playing beautifully be it in the stereo or onstage. I don't quite know my obsession with that song, but I like the classical melody, the words fit, the voice soothing--it's a classic old song. And I will finally have that song dedicated to me, after all these years. Just by looking at him I'll know that he means it and we're going to do this and I'm the happiest girl alive and we're going to do this, this magical once-in-a-lifetime ceremony that every girl has been waiting for since the first time she laid her eyes on a wedding gown.
And then, afterwards, we'll have our own children, a set of boy-and-girl twins,with the cutest huge eyes and happy grins. I will take good care of them, I will love them like nobody else, I'll watch them grow, I'll stay at home while he works, but every weekend we'll have the family time to ourselves. When the children have grown up, I'll start working again and might even open a restaurant on my own, since I learned so much about it in NY. Friday will be my date time with him, our relaxing time to hang out with friends, catch dinner and movies, while Saturday and Sunday are officially declared as family time with the kids.
Okayyyy, time to snap back to reality.
In reality, I am stuck in my office, with a bad stomach-ache and therefore having trouble concentrating on work and writing this instead. In reality, I'm saving every penny, seeking for every opportunity for any possible chance that I might have a ticket out of here. Literally.
If you know me well, please come up to me in my wedding day and tell me to look up this blog. Whether any of my goals and dreams came true. Whether I'll get on that plane after all.
And be good. Who knows, maybe someday you'll receive an invitation to Maui for a private wedding on your doorstep one day. Or Greece. Or Carribean.
