Well, actually I’m married already so screw the eloping part. I just want the whole thing to be over and done with!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Or maybe drown myself in tons of gelato.

Y’know…when they say that people usually enjoy the wedding planning process, I for one, am beginning to get utterly fed up and tired of it. I had a lot of things planned out for my wedding and what comes naturally were the expectations of it as well…now, I find myself wishing that I had done a lot of things differently.

Why can’t weddings be simple, cost-effective/cost-friendly and fun at the same time? I spent a bomb on my pre-wedding shots only to be thoroughly disappointed and they call themselves professionals. Now, I’m itching to take casual engagement shots with a photographer friend to make up for it but Nil is so turned off photoshoots because of what the pros did.

Don’t even get me start on the dinner part…

Maybe I should have just eloped and kahwin (gotten married) la.

*sigh*

Well, sort of…

My stomach is a little better but my blog is getting bombarded with spammy germs. Time for an upgrade, I suppose. Well, if anything starts breaking down from now till the work is done, you know why.

^.~

Day II of the food poisoning spell and my body feels totally weird.

I have a watermelon-like belly from the gas (UGH!) and my body is pumped full with a variety of drugs to stop me from running to the toilet every 15 minutes, control the amount of pain I have to go through and not to mention the swell of my already painfully distended belly (ok, I’m exaggerating!).

It doesn’t help that my period is here so I have double trouble down south – cramps, if you know what I mean. Am just wondering how I’m going to cope tonight – pain isn’t an issue (just down some painkillers) but the amount of gas I have in my belly is enough to drive me crazy AND make me sleepless. Makes me wonder why I even thought I was getting better and thus had two slices of Dr Oetker pizza.

Suddenly…I feel like puking. Nil thinks I always feel like puking when I have my period. Freaking hell. I hate my stomach. It’s just too sensitive to be Malaysian. =.=

It is at times like this that I wish I was a cow with four stomachs. Food poisoning isn’t so fun when you have just one stomach filled with a ton of gas. =.=

Note to self – when faced with (or should I say “eating”?) rotten/spoilt/unclean food, spit out IMMEDIATELY, do not swallow even the “juice” and wash mouth out with Listerine. Bah.

Yes, I have a VERY sensitive stomach.