Marriage Looming in the Horizon
okay okay, so i've been a tad slack in my online journaling.. but hey, a girl's gotta work albeit it be school-work. anyway, we have set a date to get married legally. don't worry your little heads off, the wedding won't be for a while so there's still time to get organized and save up for a trip to malaysia, if you were indeed planning on coming. but as for the paperwork, we're doing it on december 6th at the registry... and it's a bit scary to be honest.
i find comfort in being the eternal child; but as the wrinkles get deeper, your boobs get droopier, and you start noticing the grey hairs popping up out of no where, you can't help but think "maybe i should start acting my age". but what is 25 anyway? more responbilities, greater pressure to move up the corporate ladder, your biological clock starts ticking a bit louder, increased number of frantic calls from your relatives asking you when you're start the next generation of obsessive-compulsive stress bunnies, aka mini-me's (my mom's not quite so anxious about being a grandma just yet, hence my relatives are picking up the slack).
how the hell do women prepare to be wives and mothers anyway, especially with the added drive to become successful career-driven vixens or yummy-mummys whose opinions and ideas the world could take seriously? there are no manuals as to how to deal with the transition from single-and-happening to married-and-grownup. that's what it feels like... when you get married, you grow up. it's time to take hold of the reins and go go go. time to get serious with your career, consider buying a house/property, make babies, and deal with 5-day-week pilates sessions, anit-cellulite diets, eyebag creams, and anti-ageing formulae. instead of showing off, you have to cover up. gone are the days of slinky bias-cut dresses and powder-press compacts, of funky nail colors and g-strings, of clubbing and impressive tolerance for alcohol.
you know what, it doesn't have to be that way. who the hell made those rules huh? i'm turning 25, not 52. i'm gonna have my cake and eat it too.... i will be happily married and still be young and fun. i don't have to wear control-top underwear or orthopedic flats, i don't have to care if my co-workers think i'm juvenille for wearing electric-blue nailpolish to work (in fact, it might not be so bad considering i'm gonna end up in the fashion biz, but it might not be so fashionable to wear electric-blue nailpolish this season). my mom's in her late forties and SHE'S still young, fun and "hot" (i quote one of my guy friends from high school), so who's to say i have to be old and frumpy just because i'm getting married? while i know some women who think they can let themselves go once they get married, i say it's important now more than ever to keep fit, look sexy, and have fun with your life together. we can't allow ourselves to fall into a rut just when life is getting interesting. god knows marriage won't be all smooth-sailing, but it's a new chapter in the cliched book of life... so it's up to you how you wanna write it. it's up to me how it want it written.
i find comfort in being the eternal child; but as the wrinkles get deeper, your boobs get droopier, and you start noticing the grey hairs popping up out of no where, you can't help but think "maybe i should start acting my age". but what is 25 anyway? more responbilities, greater pressure to move up the corporate ladder, your biological clock starts ticking a bit louder, increased number of frantic calls from your relatives asking you when you're start the next generation of obsessive-compulsive stress bunnies, aka mini-me's (my mom's not quite so anxious about being a grandma just yet, hence my relatives are picking up the slack).
how the hell do women prepare to be wives and mothers anyway, especially with the added drive to become successful career-driven vixens or yummy-mummys whose opinions and ideas the world could take seriously? there are no manuals as to how to deal with the transition from single-and-happening to married-and-grownup. that's what it feels like... when you get married, you grow up. it's time to take hold of the reins and go go go. time to get serious with your career, consider buying a house/property, make babies, and deal with 5-day-week pilates sessions, anit-cellulite diets, eyebag creams, and anti-ageing formulae. instead of showing off, you have to cover up. gone are the days of slinky bias-cut dresses and powder-press compacts, of funky nail colors and g-strings, of clubbing and impressive tolerance for alcohol.
you know what, it doesn't have to be that way. who the hell made those rules huh? i'm turning 25, not 52. i'm gonna have my cake and eat it too.... i will be happily married and still be young and fun. i don't have to wear control-top underwear or orthopedic flats, i don't have to care if my co-workers think i'm juvenille for wearing electric-blue nailpolish to work (in fact, it might not be so bad considering i'm gonna end up in the fashion biz, but it might not be so fashionable to wear electric-blue nailpolish this season). my mom's in her late forties and SHE'S still young, fun and "hot" (i quote one of my guy friends from high school), so who's to say i have to be old and frumpy just because i'm getting married? while i know some women who think they can let themselves go once they get married, i say it's important now more than ever to keep fit, look sexy, and have fun with your life together. we can't allow ourselves to fall into a rut just when life is getting interesting. god knows marriage won't be all smooth-sailing, but it's a new chapter in the cliched book of life... so it's up to you how you wanna write it. it's up to me how it want it written.
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