The past few days have seen me running around like a headless chicken, trying to get anything and everything done at the same time. I’ve got work to do that can’t seem to stop piling up, and a wedding that is seemingly refusing to go on schedule.

It’s a very long story, but, in a nutshell, the NSO helpline is a bleeding mess, which resulted in some of our documents turning up over a week later than they were supposed to. And so it was that I found myself drowning in mountains of paperwork that needed to be filed pronto if we were to have the wedding on the 18th as planned. If it wasn’t for my mother’s seemingly endless connections, I’d still be drowning in photocopies.

The earliest possible time that we can get our marriage license is on the 7th of April, which is really cutting it a bit fine already because we still need to speak to the judge and Lord only knows what else. Here’s hoping mum can work more of her magic.

One thing’s for sure: I hate Philippine bureaucracy and all its useless nonsense. How I wish we can just go on one of those Vegas vacations and have Elvis marry us. After all, he’s not dead, you know!