something old, something new. something borrowed, something boo-hoo-hoo.

today at about 8p.m Singapore time I realised my brother will be getting married in less than three months. so in front of Rizan I sat in despair and agonised over the possibility of never seeing him anymore for the rest of my life. he reminds me that I just said a few weeks ago I was pleased about getting a new room once he moves out and that he will only be living a train station away and so I can still see him during the weekends, but that was unnecessary and why do people always have to remember tiny details like that? I am mourning over the future loss of a great big brother whom I love completely and I absolutely am not ready for the wedding. I just can't, okay? I adore Tricia and she is cool as hell but this is huge and I'm getting cold feet! as ice queen as I can be there is a major possibility that you will find me bawling my eyes out this July at the back of the hall because my big brother just got more grown up. either that or I realise my clothes do not match the decor and I stick out like a sore thumb. I am not cut out for weddings, mine or others.