wedding mania

It all started one or two weeks back.

Seems like my waking moments these days (hello, even in my dreaming state!) are very much pre-occupied with the thought of getting married--starting from the big day itself to the days and months and years and decades after that.

I admit that having my weekends devoted to wedding preparations is tiring, but I find joy in it. We decided not to hire a wedding coordinator because Francis and I know we can handle everything (aside from the fact that hiring one costs A LOT! But we're getting one for the day itself.) In fact, I enjoy having to mind the nitty gritty. Maybe I have to thank being in an industry that calls for close attention to details.

At this point, we already have a printer to make our invites; and we've already found a couturier to make the gown, barongs and dresses. It's just a matter of finalizing the entourage so we can set a date for the measurement and get the sewing machines rolling. I'm a bit anxious about this as we only have less than three weeks in order to keep to our schedule. Measuring (is that the correct term?) has to be made by the second week of November at the latest, so we can have the fitting by the end of December or first week of January. I'm so excited!!!

Then, when before I used to ignore billboards of condos and houses, now I pay more attention to them. Just the thought of moving into a new nesting place come first quarter of next year makes me all giddy. But before that, there's our honeymoon. We're looking at two options: Hong Kong or Bohol. Given enough moolah, we'd choose the former. But then again, I think that even if we do, maybe I'd (my sole opinion here) go for Bohol because 1) I fell in love with it--it's fantastic! My first (overnight) trip there made me crave for a longer stay; and 2) I'd rather that we save the extra money for a good place. Where we sleep after the honeymoon is far more important, right? I'm sure Francis shares the same sentiment. But definitely, we'd be saving up for an out-of-the-country future trip in case our Hong Kong dream gets junked. It's just that if we're to go on a honeymoon a day after we say "I do", we need to start booking our flight and accommodation by as early as next month. That means we need to make up our minds before October ends! Whew!

So anyway, that's it for now. I just reall, REALLY can't wait to get married. It's the start of a new, fantastic life with Pangga! Woohoo!

P.S.
There's another wedding expo this weekend at the Megatrade Hall, where we'll scout for the perfect wedding band! We actually saw a very classy pair at Suarez in Gateway, and I immediately fell in love with them. We just need to make sure if there are better ones out there.

i found a new addiction

I guess I'm someone who's always believed that writing notes on paper trumps the techie way of pressing keys--on a laptop, a desktop computer or a Palm Pilot. I've always found novelty in using good ol' pen and paper. I prefer keeping track of my schedule with my moleskin Starbucks planner (looking forward to a new one this holiday!). I enjoy taking notes of sudden bursts of creativity on a notebook. So it's no surprise that when I stumbled upon these wonderfully pretty notebooks by Paper Blanks, I was smitten.

Fast forward to a few weeks, those lovely notebooks are still on my mind; and yesterday, I have made up my mind to run to the (relatively) new Fully Booked right beside Shangri-la Hotel after work and fulfill my notebook fantasies. And as if destined to happen, our payslip reflected no tax deduction (hence, more money to spare/spend), so there was more motivation to pursue my mission. Cindy, who also went gaga over Paper Blanks, was easily coaxed into buying with me.

Fast forward to a few hours, Jenny, Cindy and I found ourselves entering the kingdom of Fully Booked, with only 15 minutes left before the store closes. Cindy and I were really running around like two headless chickens, not sure which design to buy. Good thing for her, Cindy found the design she first fell in love with. I, on the other hand, had to settle for a notebook bearing the same design that I like but of a different color. Yet fate was kind to me that night: just when I was about to pay for my purchase, my eyes hovered on this revolving acrylic shelf carrying these other notebooks, and there I found my love--a slim, Smythe sewn pad with Lyon Floral design and a magnetic strap enclosure. I jumped with glee! The lovely thing shall serve as my official wedding notebook!

And as if one notebook wasn't enough, Cindy and I couldn't resist the others on display as well. They were of another brand, and a couple of hundreds cheaper than Paper Blanks (I got one by Teneues in a Breakfast at Tiffany's artwork!). So there: Cindy and I ended up panic-buying, while Jen reserved some notepads/sketchpads for her revived sketching passion.

Without further ado, I present my precious buys:

Smythe sewn Paper Blank Journal in Lyon Floral design (slim), P777,
(3 1/2 x 7, 176 pp., with a memento pouch and ribbon page marker, acid-free!)

Teneues Line Journal, small (10 x 15cm),
with garter enclosure and a memento pouch

This one is for a future purchase. I just hope by then, this is already locally available.

Smythe sewn Paper Blank Journal in Good Dog (Darn Itch!) design (5 x 7, 176 pp., with a memento pouch, magnetic strap enclosure and ribbon page marker)

sometimes i wish i were a tactless beyotch

There are some things I can live with--snide comments I can let pass and just ignore for my own peace of mind. Or some misconceptions about me by some people who easily judge my being loud as a sign of, say, having loose morals, as absurd as such judgment may sound. I mean, what would I get from convincing you otherwise, right? It's not like I'm in showbiz trying to act prude and all that just for publicity. Duh.

Then again, there are other misconceptions about me that get to me. Case in point: I am a talkative person; I never run out of stories or things to say, and some of my friends find that nice because at least I don't bore them to death. Some people, however, misconstrue my being loquacious for my being untrustworthy--as if I would announce to the whole world the dear secrets they'd tell me. Some would even go to lengths as to subtly accuse me of spilling their beans when in fact, and to begin with, the information does not even pass the criteria of being a secret; there was not even an agreement to keep mum about the information anyway. (Analogy: would you actually consider having a new watch a secret when people would eventually notice you're wearing it? COME ON!) Well, hello--I may possibly know more secrets about them than they maybe aware of; and if I were the blabbermouth they think I am, they'd probably be more than embarrassed/ashamed by now.

Which brings me to the point: At times when I feel insulted because some people nonchalantly pass such judgment on me to my face, I just keep my mouth shut. I push away that need to retort back, thinking that if I did, I might go overboard and end up stepping on someone's foot. I have this annoying tendency to just let it all go and pretend that for the next few minutes of the conversation, I was not offended. We're still all good friends; on to happy chit-chat. I tend to try to ignore it, and to my dismay, I usually succeed. I may have succeeded at ignoring and letting it all pass for so many times now that this is the only time I've actually opened up about the issue.

So yes, sometimes I really wish I were a tactless b*tch who doesn't care if I hurt other people's feelings, for as long as I've defended myself from their harsh judgments.

Maybe today I should start becoming one. It's pretty tiring to be Ms. Nice all the time.

coffee dew (acoustic) at 9 Mile

At the Songwriters' Night last Sept. 30, 08

Coffee Dew (acoustic)
Lyrics: Sunshine Selga
Music/Arrangement: Francis Funa

after we fall (acoustic) at 9 Mile

At the Songwriters' Night last Sept. 30, 08

After We Fall (acoustic)
Lyrics/Music/Arrangement: Francis Funa