Cranky

Coming to you live from the LCCT, where i have been for the past four hours waiting for my flight to bangkok which has been deleyaed for the past two. Still no real sign of when we will be boarding and the crowd is getting restless. At least they gave us one get out of jail free card to strecth our legs and we came back to McChickens and mineral water. How very considerate of them.

And before this there was tiny drama and many heart beats cos i found out i had less then 6 months left on my passport. Nice uncle here let me travel, lets hope the folks in Thailand are just as kind.

My ass aches and i'm surviving on four hours of sleep from last night. I cant bloody wait for my bed in the hotel.

Merry Christmas y'all. What a blasted stroke of year end bad luck.

My momma the planner

My mother, today, sent me a to-do list for the wedding planning, in excel.

Its either
a) I don't communicate what I little have been doing enough
b) I really need to get cracking on the planning
c) I actually have no facking idea what goes into planning a wedding and am happily procrastinating because I think its like having a few friends over for drinks.

I'm leaning towards option c.

As i went through the file she sent me, it suddenly dawned on me that the date we so merrily picked is a mere six months away. And we don't even have a venue booked yet. We have options yes, but we haven't decided because well, there's always next weekend to have a final view and decide things. And you know what everyone who has gotten hitched says, 'its only when you've set the venue that you can start planning other things around it'. I guess we're screwed then.

At least, we have a date! And a guest list!

My mother is extremely excited that this is happening soon. She's probably looked forward to this since the day I learnt my ABCs', I know, many times she wants to discuss and bounce off idea with me, but most of the times I would have either just returned from work..or would have been engrossed in a tv show (usually House or Greys). Now that makes me sound like a horrible, neglecting daughter, and I realize that and everytime i tell myself not to do it again. But, like the procrastination, I do. Because I am weak that way, weak!

I really should include my mom in. I think its because I meself don't really know where this is going to go and how this is going to end, I'm afraid if i start sharing all my girly perfect fairytale wedding dreams with her, i'm just going to get her even more riled up and excited and then disapoint her should it not happen. Its one thing to have fairytake dreams, its another to fit it all within the budget Aji n I can afford. Life should really be more like the cartoons. Where you sing and the brids and the animals from the forest come and help fix your wedding dress all pretty. And a pumpkin can turn into a cool wedding car. And there's always fireworks playing at the back of the venue and it doesnt cost 5K for 3 minutes.

And the brides always have a 19 inch waist.