Cloudy Saturday ...

Another cloudy and cold weekend, but still i love it.

'Rainy, cold, warm fleece blanket, thick bedcover, dim light, michael bubble, muscat white wine, nice book to read....' can't get this in Indo hehehe..

Last nite i set my alarm at 8.30am, but then i woke up at 10.30!!!...o well, felt a little guilty but i wake up very early everyday since my job start at 8 in the morning. So Saturday is my time to wake up late...wohooo...:P

We went to city in the afternoon to get the suits for the groomsmen. I didn't know that suit rental here, they mostly dont have many colours for the suit, they usually only have black, white, or the cheesy ones (pink , green, yellow, blue). But anyway, we found the closest colour to match Indra's suit, it's not perfectly match, but it's ok.

After that, i kept wondering how i have changed for the past 5 yrs. I remember, i used to be very2 fussy and perfectionist, my parents know this as well as my friends. If something doesnt match perfectly with what i want, i dont mind to keep looking and waste my time. But then, i guess being independent changed the way you live your life, changed how you set your priority, and changed you to become a more reasonable person.
Before, i would spent hours and hours just to find one pair of jeans that look perfect on me, i would just drop it for a very small thing that i didnt like.

Being here on my own without my family, i have to support myself on everything, i have to pay for my own house, i guess this opened my eyes how you can't expect everything to fall on your direction. There's always something that you cant control, it's not a very nice feeling but that's reality. I have learned to make the most from what you have eventhough it's not perfect.
Being fussy and perfectionist is not bad, because those things drive you to the top and push you to your limit. But being just fussy and perfectionist is not good, they are become a valuable qualities if you can accept the fact that you cant control everything and you are willing to accept the reality that this is what i have and i still can make this work the best i could.

I asked myself couple of time "have i changed to a better person?", and i always convinced myself that i have not changed a bit from 5 yrs ago, since Indra complained about me several times saying ' why cant u change this and that?'.
But this morning after looking for the suit, i realized that somehow i've changed. And i started to remember when my mom brought me to the bridal shop, and i didnt complain about the price or the style, this actually surprised my mom too, because she knows that im fussy. And with the invitation that turned out different colour with what we want, i was upset but then i said "well, there is nothing we can do, it's just invitation, in the end people will throw them away", the old me would senselessly say " scrap them, make a new one". Well, i hope Indra will notice this hehhee...but u know living with someone everyday makes you less sensitive to the changes around you...so..i understand honey...:)

Aaahhh...time to go back to wine and book....