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Monday, February 09, 2009

Taking to the wrong step in life sucks... Esp to my this part of life... Sometimes I look back and wonder why did I even choose this step... Maybe everything seems easy and nice. But since that day happened, arguments, sadness and horrible acts had been displayed rather than happy memories... Well... I can shout out loud to the world that I'm homeless... Really and I'm not lying...

Though they had not said anything to me but their acts shows that I'm not more than welcome. Maybe every small little thing I do can cause their whole world to explode. Nothing I did was ever right. They can say whatever they want and still point the blame and push it away. I have no idea they want me back or not... Even when I'm at the so called "home" I never felt that it is a home to me...

I've always kept this to myself and only some people knows about it... Maybe I was subconsciously thinking, "Maybe I'm thinking too much...". But too much has happened and proved otherwise. So now I can announce that I don't live there anymore...

I'm lucky to have someone who loves me enough to keep me under his roof and sharing the rest of his life with me. And his parents have shown their kindness and concern to accept me under their roof. I do go back at least once a week to do laundry and so on... But I always try not to go back when they are at home.

On a happier side, I'm like 30% prepared for my wedding. I've already signed my made to measure package and when for the sketching/trying of gowns visit. Next up I'm waiting for my dress to be done to the skeleton(got no idea what is that, but I think I know), to choose Fabian's pants and blazer's colour(2 colour in fact and we have some ideas), choices for the photo shoot clothes and outdoor locations. These are like last minute and in a rush cause we are like very last minute. All due to my dear Fabian saying its too early and so on... End up we need to rush to take photos in april in order for our album to be done in august and ready for our wedding in september.

I'm glad that I pulled Fabian out to look at shoes and made him do some ring shopping... Cause we just found out today IT TAKES 12 FREAKING WEEKS TO MAKE A PAIR OF WEDDING RINGS! We had to rush the jewellrey shop to make it in 8 and a half weeks as we need it by april for our photo shoot. I should trust my instincts in future and not let everything get delayed.

This entry is supposed to be about my wedding and yet I started about some sad story... Bleah... I should write about my Bothell experience next time... My first end of atumn experience! My next post then...