Do you know what I hate the most about Indonesian Traditional Wedding Ceremonies which are unfortunately have been held quite a lot lately in my neighborhood? The musics. Not to mention the traditional clothes also. Oh I couldn’t imagine myself wearing those kind of clothes, never ever again. I had been foolishly wore the clothes when I was a kid, but that was all. No more me in traditional clothes I hope.
Enough with clothes, lets back to the reason why I write this post. Yesterday, another traditional wedding ceremony had been held in my neighborhood, Sundanese traditional wedding ceremony to be exact. It doesn’t mean that I didn’t hope for the best to the newly wed couple, I do. I hope the couple would live happily ever after until death aparts. I’m really sorry to say this, but.. their music banged my ears yesterday and the day before.. all the time. Yes, not only at the day but also after midnight when people were supposed to sleep soundlessly. I couldn’t. Yeah.. thanks to the musics.
I admit that I don’t usually hear any kind of traditional musics and it doesn’t mean that I don’t love my cultures. I can hear those kind of musics, but please.. not to be heard all day two days long. I couldn’t sleep well eventhough I slept after Subuh (ha!). I slept only a while (just until before lunch) because once again, I could even heard the musics in my sleep. Beside I couldn’t turned my speakers on. If I did that, that would exactly mean I didn’t appreciate the ceremony. So I had to wear my headphones all the time, literally.
Talking about wedding, I couldn’t imagine myself caught in a marriage either, my marriage. It’s something that I haven’t thought of, though I also couldn’t imagine myself having a baby.
– The Killers # Why Do I Keep Counting