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...three hours max is a common time we need to finish a wedding reception. BUT it takes more than a year to prep that!! how crazy is that. INSANE but it is what it is :( And I'm getting so fed up with the preparation. I honestly think that "marriage" in Indonesia (I don't know in other part of the world) is really exploited. People tend to jump into this business cos it's so tantalizing. There are lots of my friends who turned into photographers, decorators, wedding organizers, make up artists, and so on. The business is literally mushroomed. I went to the wedding exhibition one day and met my friends, and I was like "Oh you're a photographer now? Okay. Good luck!" and "what, wedding organizers? thank you." also "IDR 7.5mill for a make up fee? Well.. lemme think about it first."



I'm just so amazed... with how a marriage concept turned into nowadays. We're so busy thinking about the pre-wedding pictures, decorations, music and entertainment, the dress etc etc. I mean, it's inevitable. When I met a so called wedding planner, he showered me these questions "who will take your pre wedding pictures?" "what is your wedding theme?" "who's your MC?" and he revealed some ridiculous wedding themes with silly amount we should pay for it. and for the record, it's only for two hours y'all. i don't get the idea of wedding party = "impress others" thingy. because no matter how good or bad your party is, there's always someone who talk shit about you and sadly, your wedding. sometimes i love how a wedding ceremony in the other part of the world, where the bride and the groom exchange their vows and then party at their backyard or go to the nearest restaurant with their closest friends & family. dance the night away and experience an unforgettable wedding.


to be honest, my fear about what will happen the next day is exceeding even the worst nightmare that could happen in a wedding party. say, wardrobe malfunction. okay it's embarrassing, but people will only laugh at it and eventually forget about that and move on. while on the other side, we can't have any "malfunction" in our new household. being in a marriage needs a serious commitment that lasts a lifetime. and you will not live by yourself no more. there will be a husband to take care of, a child that you will born and raise, and of course a healthy household that you have to maintain. it's just freaking me out, somehow when i fall in my lowest i questioned myself again and again whether i'm ready or not. my friend easily said, "just go with the flow." but no. marriage is not a "go with the flow" thing, my friend. we have to prepare ourselves for everything (mentally prioritised).


bottom line is, every girl dreams about her perfect fairy tale wedding. so am i. but i don't wanna lulled in this fantasy. i need to keep my feet on the ground. i have to be realistic. i don't wanna spend my last single year with dizzying about my wedding party. this is not where my journey ends.. as a matter of fact, marriage is where it begins. and it begins right after you thank your very last guest and kiss your parents goodbye.




P.S. there is NO turning back




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elissa said…
i really like this post, tan :). just like fairy tales, a happy ending is the moment when the princess kisses the prince on their wedding day. IMO, many girls tend to think that way, a marriage is a happy ending. in fact, a marriage is only the beginning and it's far from a happy ending. and i do agree that we should be smart in allocating our fund for a wedding ceremony (maybe unless u r filthy rich haha). it's true that it's just for 3 hours! and no matter how expensive the gown or the decor, ppl will forget it. :)
February 17, 2012 at 6:28 PM
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