just minishorts.

I have five more months to go as a single 'Miss' before walking down the aisle to say 'I do' when the minister asks me to take Eric as my lawfully wedded husband.

I think I deserve every right to get nervous over the eventual leaving of the bird's nest.

The realities to come hit me smack in the face:

- New home
- New furniture
- Sleeping beside someone
- Having sex!
- Having babies
- Becoming a mother!

… OMG …

…

In light of the things that are happening in Malaysia and the world, I don't think I'm alone in wondering whether we're able to, as a nation of people, survive the next fifty years. Sometimes I also wonder if we will be able to survive the end of the year. If you're looking at life that way then you realize it choices become extremely important. Is it enough to just survive living, or is it possible that we can do more than survive death? I try very hard to look at my life as temporary, so that it gives somekind of deadline to the things I can manage to do while I'm here on human earth. I do want to get married and have children wonder, have no doubt about that, and whatever happens, I want to be able to get up to the place where people go after they die and happily say to myself I died exhausting every single bit of talent I was given, and my life was meaningful.

This sounds really corny, but right now the bride-to-be in me is really really looking to that added meaning in my life. I'm gettting married in five months! WHOA!