I carry a wedding magazine in my purse everywhere I go now. And it’s only because I’m not getting married anytime soon.
Real life is such a drag lately. I’m graduating next semester but the lethargicness has started already. I have assignments here and there. (I’m actually taking a break from editing a paper, which is something new because I I’ve never edited any of my papers with such effort before. It is to be submitted in 3 hours. Hmph)
I still have to plain the itinerary for a trip in January. I’m only halfway done. I have yet to ask my dad permission to go to another trip in March. I don’t even know how I’m going to broach the subject. I *may be going for Hajj next year in October. That’s another thing I’m concerned about. I have some issues I have to settle first. But one thing for sure, it’ll be a starting point for me. I pray I’ll settle my issues by then.
I also joined a gym recently. The first week I gained 0.4 kg. My fault for pigging out at the BBQ. Haha. But the second week I lost 1kg. That’s good. So I have to do 30 minutes of cardio everyday. It’s kind of dreary because I’m using stationary machines (elliptical or strider or bikes). But I have Britney’s 30-min remix to keep me company, so it is not that bad. My knees can’t handle the bike though, I think attempt of 30-Day Shred was too harsh on it. And now my hamstrings are sore, I can barely walk.
Now you can see why I have that bridal magazine with me. It has so many suggestions and complicated menus and sophisticated wedding plans that are impossible to decipher. But it is suspended reality for me, as I no longer go to movies. I immerse myself in that worry, so I don’t have to worry about real life.
Pink bouquet or wild flowers? Wow, it’s the end of the world problem!
