We are getting married!

So, after reading most of the archives at w@w, I told Edil about Sta. Rita de Cascia in Philam. We decided to go there and take an ocular. Honestly, I decided this was it.

January 29, 2004 Saturday:
I went there alone since Edil needed to be at work (and mind you, it was his birthday that day), and fortunately, there was a wedding going on. I liked the feel of the place, very green, very intimate but it was my impression that baka mainit kasi walang aircon. Hopefully, June would not be so hot.

Sta. Rita de Cascia Parish
Philam Homes, Quezon City
9298280 (c/o Cecile)
The flower arrangements were nice, good sound system, I havent been able to hear the choir though. We need to talk to Cecile so we can go there when there is a wedding going on so we can check (again.)

The Hall was not quite I expected though. I need to see it made up so I can plan our own set up for the place.

The Social Hall
Sta. Rita de Cascia Parish** Photos courtesy Len, a co-w@wie.

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Happy 26th, my Love.
Easy on the beer. You might not get to enjoy your present
I love you.
By now, I'm certain you know that already.
If not, tatadyakan kita! Hehehe.
Wuvyu DeeDee.

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There is always a first time for everything. And just when I thought there is nothing really worth blogging about, life gives me an event so comically hilarious.

Mayabang akong tao. In a sense na kahit ako ay nakatira sa lugar na kakumpetensya ng Tondo sa gulo at dami ng siga, ay hindi pa, kailan pa man, ako nagagago. In short, hindi pa ako nasnasnatch-an, holdap, hipo, atbp. Aba, never. Magaling akong tao. Maingat. Id rather take a cab and spend thrice the fare of going home, or wear my oldest shirt and dont bother taking a bath when going to Quiapo, than to encounter the famous people Recto, Quiapo, and Dimasalang are known for ~ snatchers and robbers.

Kaso lang, siguro sabi ng tadhana, tumatanda na ako. Wala akong makukuwento sa mga apo ko tungkol sa encounter sa mga hoodlum. So, binigyan nya ako.

I got robbed on my way to work last Tuesday.
To think that I haven't taken the jeep in a month since my shift starts at 6AM. I get up at 5AM and dash out of the house at 5:30. Going to Makati takes 15 mins via Nagtahan so I go taxi.

I woke up at 4AM, happy to have the chance to commute going to work (When my shift started at 6:30AM, commuting at 5:30AM is safe. Ang dami ng tao sa kalye.) So I go take a jeep at 5AM, with my wet hair.

10 minutes into the jeepney ride, a man in his fifties said “Ma, para” and held on to my bag na parang kanya. Ako naman, parang tanga, tumingin sa kamay nya at sasabihin dapat na “Manong, ung kamay nyo” kasi cream yung bag ko no, canvass, madudumihan (ang arte no?!). Ayun, sabi nya “Miss, akin na bag mo.” Aba, natameme na ako! I struggled and was about to kick his groin, pero naglabas sya ng panaksak na may kalawang so I let him go. My tetanus vaccinces are not updated. But I screamed at him, “MAAAANNNNNOOOOONG!” when he ran. I was about to tell him, “150 pesos lang laman ng wallet ko! Tangina ka!” The contents were priceless though, all my cards were there, my planner (I still cry everytime I think about all the details that were lost there, the Manong, Id like to think, doesnt know how to read English), and pictures of Matthew last New Year. The bag, the wallet, the phone were all less than a month old with me. The bag and the wallet splurges from me for passing the board, the phone a gift from Edil. Nanggigil pa din ako.

What added to my panggigigil, wass that, it was such a hassle calling in and requesting a replacement for all the cards I've lost. Gagastos pa ako ng mahigit 2K para lang ipareplace lahat ng ID na nawala. Eto pa, I called customer service of this certain bank to have my ATM blocked. Sabi 7.30AM pa daw open nila. Aba! I call 7.30, down ang system. Susmio. So, when Mr. Messenger of XX credit card arrived at my house to give my replacement card and asked for an ID, I snapped. “Manong, wala akong ID eh. Nanakaw lahat.” “Kahit ano na lang po, Madam. Kailangan po eh.” “Kahit luma?” “Opo”. I gave him my High School ID. Potah.

Oh well, karma kicks in to good people.
I just hope that manong isnt obsessing about my picture yet. Hehehe.
Since, I was malas this week; next week, Im going to get lucky.
You guys just wait.

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A work a four year old. MY four year old, for that matter. So, me being a supportive Mum (he calls me that now ever since his Aussie cousins came over for a vist last December), needs to be patient with all the clutter he has been doing all over my Mum's house

Ako daw to c”,)

He has his own “art table”, a complete set of art papers and all mediums ~ clay, crayons, pencils, colored pens, watercolor and all else. I'm bleeding because I need to refresh his stack every few days. But Im one stage mommy, you know? I “clay” with him, finger paint with him and cut papers with him.

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Because I need Flattery.

20 Questions to a Better Relationship

eXpressive: 8/10
Practical: 6/10
Physical: 2/10 (I need to work on this!)
Giver: 6/10

You are a XPIG–Expressive Practical Intellectual Giver. This makes you a Catch.

You are a magazine-cover, matinee idol dreamboat. Parents love you and want to set you up with their kids. However, first dates are tough because it takes time for your qualities to come out.

You are generous and kind. You think first and act later. You are cool in a conflict, but your practical side means if your partner throws out emotional appeals (“why can't we do what I want for a change?”) they will grate on your nerves, even when the conflict is resolved.

You're a romantic. You enjoy the thrill of the hunt, and you don't just fall into bed with anyone. You pay close attention to your significant other's needs, and this makes you an excellent lover and partner. The problem is that your friends and lovers may find it so easy to express things to *you* that they lose sight of whether you feel as comfortable with *them*! This doesn't necessarily make you feel under-appreciated — you're too well-adjusted and self-aware for that — but you may feel restless. Thus you seek adventure in your life outside the relationship to prove and actualize yourself.

Of all the types, you would make the best parent.

You are coiffed.

Didja see “Big Fish”? 'Cause you're like Ewan MacGregor in “Big Fish.” Note to self: Watch Big Fish. You have it on DVD already.

Of the 181553 people who have taken this quiz, 9.3 % are this type.

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Of all the dates we celebrate (countless) anniversaries or simply dates which were memorable, nothing would ever compare this night, simply because, you have proved to me that what we have, can stand everything. We may fall in love with other people, get blinded by rage and hate, but still be connected. Still be in love.

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I haven't been out. I was just…out. Ha. Does that mean anything to you?

Now, since I dont want to babble on what seems to be the first real entry for the year,
1) I have been involved in planning a wedding. Not necessarily for MY wedding, but you can call it that. What was just depressing is that I AM PRESSURING MYSELF (and Edil) to finish it this year para tapos na. Sometimes I can be too hard on myself. I like myself organized I consider myself boring already. For example, why the hell would I want to get married this year when I can do it the next right? Simple. I have a timeframe: I go take the CGFNS (a foreign test for nurses) on July or November, quit my call girl duties by May or April (which would give me time to review AND get wed), and get married May or June (I'd personally prefer getting married on June 3 because that was when I got civilly married last year.) Why not later than that? Matthew is starting school this June and I would like him to be enrolled in a school near Edil's house (where we will be staying when we settle down). And getting married after June will mean enrolling him to a school near place and having more problems on where Edil will stay at OUR PLACE. FYI: Edil and I are not living together. Call our families freaks, but that is just how we are built. Of course, this is not all about organized, perfectionist ME. Im dying to live with Edil. 6 years of being together and 4 years of having a kid, go figure. The thing is: You've got to know OUR family. An intimate wedding means inviting 100+ guests, first degree relatives only. And that doesnt count the TRUE friends we have had since we were 15 and just making pa-cute with each other. HAAAAAAAY! Ang hirap ng walang pera sa mundo, ambot. Boosit. So next week, we are going to scout churches and nearby places to have the event that follows after the wedding.

You want to know my dream wedding?
It has less than a hundred people on it, somewhere out of town, with all my family crying out of happiness FOR ME AND EDIL.

And the deal is: My relatives are so high into getting me out of the country this year lest I get married. I dunno why the hell they think Id still change my mind when I go there and yes, I am amused by their “eagerness” to help my dreams come true. But hey, this is my life. And the only dream I have had for the past two years was to be finally wed and wear that fucking white gown I still havent visualized. Yes, people, I have it all figured out. The colors, the set up, the invites, the give-aways, but no gown for moi. Shiet.

2) Which brings us to my another gulo situation:
Since I have passed the board exams, I have been in limbo, meaning, aside from making papicture for my graduation picture, I have not done absolutely important to do something to get my ass off this call center industry. I am having thoughts about getting the Phil. Heart Center because they have a 2-year legally binding contract (hell, almost all hospitals have that now.) and I dont want to make pahiya my aunt who is going to refer me there once I make takas (hahaha, do you actually notice I'm being maarte?) Yak. Anyhow, my options are endless. Since I'm also a registered medical technologist (RMT), I can be petitioned by my aunt who lives in Cali and owns a lab to work there and from there, just take the NCLEX. OR I stay here, with my call girl duties, and review and study and attend seminars and training and be with edil. My school is offering me a teaching job, but I honestly think I would not be able to learn anything Ive learned, because I have not learned at all. Tangina.

In the meantime, for purposes of keeping up with “organized timeframe”, Im making asikaso the CGNFS application packet I have downloaded online (BTW, once I resign here, Im gonna miss the Internet. Seriously, I will be crippled. I pay bills here, use it as a directory and have joined as many egroups as I can to make me knowledgeable about weddings and applying overseas. I havent gone to any bridal fairs but I have dozens of portfolios of wedding packages of every supplier. Geesh. The government agencies are keeping up with the times, thank God. I can check premiums I have made thru the SSS and even request a birth certificate online…which brings me…)

3) I have been having the most enjoyable time of my life going to three government agencies lately: NSO, SSS and the beloved fucking PRC. Since Matthew needs to be legitimized and my marriage 8 months ago STILL has not shown up on the NATIONAL STATISTICS of the WHOLE PILIPINAS, I needed to go to the hellhole of what is called NSO. It robbed me a few pesos short of 500, pero OK na din. SSS was a breeze, as compared to the horror stories I have been hearing. PRC knocked me dead. Since I was practical enough to apply for a license as well request for a change of name (to reflect my married name), I was there for 7 hours, having every fucking document, notarized, metered and what have you. I spent 2,300 pesos just to have the letters RMT and RN appended to my name. They told me I was pretty though. It still cost me. Bulok talaga. And it's supposed to be the agency for professionals! Buti na lang civilized mga tao, or else. They dont even have AIRCON!!!!!!!! I was roasting like a pig.

4) Since Im confused and depressed and my mind is trying to process every single oppurtunity I can, I go DVD marathon on nights Matthew is sleeping. And eating chocolates and ice cream and not going to the gym.

So if ever I get married 40 lbs. still overweight, nobody is to be blamed but me.

Btw, it was the first year of being back with Edil yesterday. We celebrated it by talking on the phone for an hour since we have no chance of being together because of werk. Bummer. He is turning 26 this Saturday, and Im cooking up sumthing I have never done in the 10 years I have known and love him, which actually keeps me busy too. No, Im not going to strip. I already did that (yeah, right!). I also had him chained to a bedpost. Figure our if Im lying.

I missed posting.
15 minutes, and I realize Ive been just too neurotic.
Sorry for the long update

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I wish I knew.

Real update coming very soon.

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