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What happened to August?!

OMG peeps!! It's already SEPTEMBER 3rd! Should I be freaking out? Bestie's wedding is about a month away and I still need to do a few things to prepare for the trip to windy Perth...

- Get travelling visa
- Find a dress as MOH - It's now in the making. Sent the materials to the Tailor
- Find shoes (maybe)
- RSVP the wedding!!! - Apparently I missed the deadline but I emailed the bride. Ngee! Sorry babe.. :P
- Officially apply for my leave (verbally got the consent so am not too worried about this)
- Print out my e-ticket
- Mental & physical preparation for the trip on a no-frills flight
- Finalise 'Hen Party' plan
- Change currencies (GAAHHH!)
- Get SUPER DUPER excited - an understatement, for sure!
- Try to lose a little bit more weight (although it may have plateaued for the time being)
- Clear up any pending work/handover work - Handover EVERYTHING as I'm saying sayonara for good! Muahaha.
- Plan what I want to do while in Perth. Will be there for TWO WEEKS, yo! WAHOO!

Thing is, this month will be just as crazy mad packed and busy like July and August. Next week is Eid, and to tell you honestly... I AM NOT PREPARED FOR THAT EITHER! This weekend, I will commit to GETTING things for both Eid and Mae's wedding, by hook or by crook.

And then this month is also Cikinot's birthday and we will be doing something to celebrate that. And then an ex-schoolmate's wedding which I'm seriously considering to go because she took the trouble actually sending the invitation card to me. And then with work there's madness abrewing because of appraisal time (I'm feeling a strong urge to run around like a headless chook right about now). And then I am pretty sure that Alphatin will have an engagement ceremony with Jasper some time this month too. And then there's family things as well to balance up. And then before long, I'll be flying off to Perth. YAHOOOOO!!!!

GOD, please let me have enough time and strength to do all this and keep my sanity at the same time. Amin... :D


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