The Phase

Do you remember the day when we were born to this messy-amazing world?

Ah of course… we have the same answer: NO.

We were born as a helpless infant with no ability but crying.

I have no memory about the day I was born about 24 years ago (crap! Am I that old now??) Some said that my existence was a gift for our parents, especially Mom. Then they do their best to grow me up until time, oh God… if I could give the whole universe to them it will never be enough to replace their love for me (*teary eyes). I was a talkative baby and I had amazing movement (well, my Mom told me when I was a kid I could not walk as normal kids did, I always jump and run and in a hurry and ugh…of course too noisy). I was sent to Elementary School, had many good friends and I was quite popular among them, HA! Then in Secondary School, I got my first crush (ah, no no no! I won’t write about my past love story or my puppy love story *try hard to focus on the theme), I got good grades and my parents proud because of it even I joined Math Olympiad (woaaaa… I don’t realize I was that cool!). It was one of best moments that I could present to my beloved parents.  And when I was a Senior High School student, well my score wasn't bad enough that time, however I still could achieve what my Mom wanted from me: be a natural science student and I made it, Yaay! From that stage of live, I got many good friends… FYI we still keep in touch at the present. Friends are more precious than diamond J

Well, the latest education title I got was Undergraduate. Last year I finished it and it was the hardest time of my life. That time I could know the real meaning of “Life is Hard”. I got my job as translator, well… I was student of Educational program, but I dunno why I have no sufficient passion to teach, mihihi… but be a translator gives me good stuff: many new vocabularies and of course, money (admit it, everyone need that paper to make a living muehehee…)

And now, I have to face a new phase in my life. *sigh

No more than a month, I will be a wife of a man. Don’t worry I love that man, so much. I have no worry about our feeling. I remembered, when I was a kid I played as a “housewife” with a husband and some children (my children could be a doll, cat or my friends. Nice.) it was fun to be a wife. Now, in real life… will it as fun as I thought when I was a kid? Who knows? Every woman wants to be a wife, be a good mother for her children and life happily ever after with her new family. I picture my would-be-life is really nice and happy. Sometime I feel so happy, but another time I worry too much: what if I could not be a good wife?

Ah, someone told me over thinking can kill me brutally if I let it grow in my mind. I haven’t known yet. All I can do is just do my best to be what my would-be-husband wants. I have to learn much more about life. I know I will miss my Mom and Dad, so much. But it’s time to fly. *again, teary eyes, hiks…

It’s time to begin, isn't it?

Happily ever after :)

rega_deta

9^th October 2014