24 Hours in a Day
Don’t know if that is “Thanks God there are only 24 hours in a day” or “I wish there were more than 24 hours in a day”. In short, I am going 90 miles an hour … working long hours, trying to work the Miss Indonesia activities (which are finally winding down), now trying to keep up-to-date with Facebook, and once in a while sleeping. Sleeping seems to be last priority and is a very small component in my 24 hour day. Having said that, I don’t know if having more hours in the day means 1) I would get more sleep, or 2) I would work more hours. Sadly, it is probably #2.
Thanks God – it is Friday. I will be working some (maybe much) this weekend … but at least I get to sleep a bit later.
Nathasya came home from the Miss Indonesia quarantine yesterday. Regrettably, I did not get to see her until late in the evening. But during the day, Decy was able to spend time with her and so was Joel – a close friend of Nathasya’s. Overall, she looked very good – although the she had lost weight during the competition (and didn’t have much to lose). She’s cheerful, upbeat, energetic, excited, positive, feels good about the experience. Overall doing well.
She has hundreds of stories to tell – and will probably tell them hundreds of times – as everybody will want to hear them. Overall, she feels good about the experience. She also understands what it would have meant had she gone higher in the competition results and/or even have won – for example, Miss Indonesia 2010 is already on her way to Bali for her first event.
As parents, we have much that we will need to talk to Nathasya about; particularly what she wants to do in the near-term as well as longer-term education / career paths. This experience was, no doubt, an eye opener for her. Nothing like having a camera in your face for 17 days. Already we have press and media contacting us. Press wants to do interviews. Media was to do casting and testing for other commercial activities.
For now, it is one step at a time. Today is Friday, the last day of school at JIS. Although she doesn’t have to, Nathasya is going to school. She has many friends there she hasn’t seen in nearly 3 weeks … its time for hugs, laughs, cries, story telling … its time to be “16 years old”. The press and media can wait.
With the above, I will close my blog. While I can write about other things, 1) none are very important (more bable than value), and 2) I have things I need to get done. Besides, it is already 445am.
Ciao ciao. GBU.
