it's 2. i just got up, having slept at 6. urgh..

.. lesson #1: do not drink too much chinese tea at dinners.

i learnt something today. for my wedding, i shall have separate functions for the 'old' people and 'young' people..

the (probably) traditional chinese 9 course dinner for relatives and family...

then do high-tea/lunch for friends. like rent a huge suite for the day, invite all the young and happening ones over... free flow drinks and nibbles, then we can chill, laugh, swap embarrassing how-did-you-meet-him/her sort of stories, and be as recklessly young as young pple do, without disapproval from the old ones... yeah.

ok, so now all i need to do is get a job that earns me tons of moolah.. booo..

i did not cry, even if i was somewhere near tears at certain points during the dinner.

i'm a little conflicted/confused/upset over it. i think that if i cry, i'll feel better--a release of one week's worth of pent-up emotion. but i'm not supposed to cry, i should be bubbling over with unstoppable joy, which, ironically, i also am..

see my problem? sigh...