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Thursday, January 10, 2008 . 3:51 PM

Day before Elsie & Alvin's big day.

I'm totally wiped out. I need sleep, but doesn't look like I'll be getting enough tonight. Her makeup is at 4.30am. Can anyone say 'ungodly hour'? Getting married is so troublesome.

I managed to settle on a suitable dress, after spending a bomb on stuff that I don't really need. Complete waste of money. Damnit. How would I ever save enough for my TW trip in April. Bloody everlasting hell.

The joke is that after blowing so much money on dresses, shoes, blouse, vest... I decided on the cheapest dress I bought from Far East. Yes, I know sometimes I just asked for it. Gosh, as I type this, I'm falling asleep. How can I be in tip-top condition like that?