i need a big box of chocolates

we're two months away from the wedding.

the lack of sleep.
the nagging thought of having to pack the house.
the worry that the wedding in malaysia will fall apart.
the fear that the place chosen for my wedding in singapore is going to screw up further.

are all culminating in fat, juicy acne on previously perfect skin.

which means i'm going to look like a diseased ogre on my wedding day.

are we going to have enough money without using our credit cards? is everyone going to have fun? will the rusty bottoms of the chairs stick out from under the white covers?

they're right, i'm a worrywort. but when you're a perfectionist and a half, it's hard not to be anal.

the only thing i'm looking forward to is laying eyes on the wedding ring, right now. i've settled on this after weeks and weeks of deliberation. it's funny, sometimes, the first thing you like will remain the only thing you really liked. a colleague said, "some rings you love, others you'll grow to love." and this little gem here is growing on me.



i know everything will be alright. that's faith, no? but what i really need, despite this faith, is for someone to constantly remind me, Dali, everything will be alright.