Posted on Jul 07, 2005 under Daily Memorables |
Now this is a test post from my Yahoo! e-mailbox.
Since we moved to another building and got new PCs, www.blogger.com has been blocked. Grrrrr.I can still go to blogs though and see comments BUT cannot post comments nor see Blogger Photos. The only time I can post and see them is when I am at home, which is a struggle with Edil, and with dial-up….you know how that would go if you’re used to T1.
So imagine how frustrating all of this can be……argh!
Sell on Yahoo! Auctions - No fees. Bid on great items.
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Posted on Jul 05, 2005 under Daily Memorables |
Nothing much really.
Except I'm having touble sleeping at night.
Not because we hump and bump pero dahil HINDI KAMI KASYA SA KAMA! 
It's a queen sized bed and with us three (we still have Matthew stay in bed for transition, he might get jealous just b/c Edil is here he can't sleep beside my anymore), na malilikot pa matulog, omaygulay, Good Luck. I fell out of bed once talaga.
In other news, Im having a blast. Never mind that we have no maid and never mind that my closet hasnt been arranged to accomodate all of my things - I have them scattered across the room before. Matthew is pro Daddy now!
When hungry:
“Gusto ko si Daddy papakain sa akin.”
When taking a bath:
“Si Daddy liligo sa akin…”
When going to school:
“Si Daddy na lang hahatid sa akin..”
When sleeping:
“Daddy, tulog ka na din tabi tyo…”
Which leaves me free!!!!
Changes?
More to come.
For one, I've set my heart out to resign by August 30 and become a practicing nurse. Im sure to miss the office, the convenience of work and the pay but my heart belongs to medical service. Now, if only my pocket can like the salary 
And! Im returning to reading books non nursing related! And learning new stuff like Adobe 
Yay! No more wedding thoughts 24/7!
It's back to regular programming
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Posted on Jul 04, 2005 under Daily Memorables |
And I’m out.
The bride in me is over.
But my OC-ness will remain c”,).
I will always be visiting your sites, and I hope you do the same..my heart belongs here.
The site is on a major revamp and also my LJ, please bear with me c”,).
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Posted on Jul 04, 2005 under Daily Memorables |
Our Wedding Kwento.
I thought we were doomed.
That was what I thought exactly seven days before the I-do’s. For one, I thought we had everything covered but much to dismay, I grossly underestimated the whole one-week-cramming-session. Si
puro-kaya-yan-relax-lang kasi ako.
Edil and I were all over each other’s throats. Lest you think it was sexual, it wasn’t. I was irritable, he was excited and defensive and seemed not to care.
Things have a way of fixing themselves naman. My aunt and cousins were there to take over the wedding, Edil tried to understand me (hehehe)…and everytime I get a certain wedding item for pick up, my heart flutters and I feel the need for chocolate (haha, I do this everytime Im happy).
It started when I picked up our poster from Printed Matter, then to our mock up and food tasting at Center Table, to picking up my gown!
What was the highlight of the wedding?
It was definitely not me.
Nor my boys (but I think they come close).
It was the ceremony.
I never thought Edil would cry, as we were joking when I was being made up during my preps that we would just make a fool of ourselves or that we would stammer and laugh ourselves crazy.
We both didn’t cry during my walk. We cried during the recital of vows.
Ewan ko ba, I wasn’t even close to crying. But when Edil broke down, hala, I was crying na din! You see, Edil, for the span that we have been together, has never cried in front of me, never, even during the most trying moments. So when he said these lines:
“Aggie, sa harap ng Diyos at ng Kanyang sambayanan, tinitipan kita maging maybahay, sa hirap at ginhawa, sa dusa at ligaya. Ikaw lamang at iibigin at ituturing na karugtong ng aking buhay ngayon at magpakailanman.”
(Naks, I wrote that by heart…memorized pa namin).
Wala na, I lost it na.
And it didnt stop. Puro crying. Heeheee. Pero it was a good kind of cry.
Touching.
Ang mga kaibigan namin vinideo kami. Papamukha daw nila sa amin un pag nag-away kami. Mga walanghiya! Hehehehe.
And as one of my ninangs told me, “This was the only wedding I went to that love was overwhelming. I hope this will be good sign of your married life.”
I hope so too.
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Posted on Jul 02, 2005 under Daily Memorables |
(This is for me.)
The Story of Us
I clearly remember the day I first laid eyes on Edil. It was on the 1st of May, 1994, a Sunday night. I was 13, straight of freshman year (and broken hearted from a “puppy love”). He and my older brother just graduated from a spiritual retreat and when he went out of the chapel…pimple-faced, runny nose and all…I was hooked.
I only saw him about five times during that summer. I didn't talk to him, didn't move around his circles, made myself scarce (since I was shy – before). But he was a constant “star” in my then-journal, how he walked, how he laughed, how I “thought” he glanced my way at this moment (the things you write at 13…..).
I (sort of) forgot about him during my sophomore and junior year. Yes, I saw him from time to time, but the infatuation (kilig) was gone. I was no longer 13, and since I was blossoming into a lady already, I also knew the effect I can have on (certain) men.
Unknown to me, my Kuya Derek (was his usual nosy self) read the journal Edil was “starring in”. He kept quiet about it as he knew another “big” one – that his friend, Edil, liked me too.
It was all complete coincidence that he knew. He introduced a friend to Edil and Edil bragged about a certain sister of his who was “worth seeing”; and that he would have courted “that sister” if it weren’t for the friendship with Derek. “Hindi talo”, ika nga.
Fast forward to the summer of 1996, Holy Week. Kuya introduced Edil to me, and the rest they say is history.
Of course, I'm totally kidding.
We officially became a couple on the 10th of August, 1996, after he asked me to dance to a song playing on the radio – It Might Be You (we were before the TGIS loveteam, ok?!). I knew and remember the exact dates of everything – the day he first gave me flowers, the first time he held my hands, and many, many more.
But all these were nothing compared to the fights. I was 15, he was 17, what do you expect? I was proud and stubborn as hell. He was demanding and temperamental. Together, you can expect to see fights straight out of soap operas – doors slamming, one walking out on the other, the other running after, physical fights, very loud shouts, bouts of crying. All the people around us would not even wonder if we seem to be sweet this month and break up the next.
Our fights were petty at first, then one big thing led to another (but there were no third parties). Our break-ups lasted for months, with neither of us talking with each other.
Edil would always come back for reasons I never knew. He would always show up on our doorstep during the most ordinary days and come back. No begging, no crying. He just shows up. And for reasons I also never knew..I would take him back. As simple as that. We talk, kiss and make-up.
Most people were surprised when I got pregnant. They were more surprised when I didn't want to get married. Our families were active in Church, deeply religious and were friends. The score? Edil wanted to get married, I didn't. The reason? Not because of anything else, it's just that I wasn't ready. Edil translated it as not loving and trusting enough to risk it, I did that rightly because of love. I knew if we get married, any chance of personal growth would give way to sacrifices for the “family”, and at that point, I used my head. With my promising future and support from my parents, I stood my ground. Edil threatened, bribed, did everything to make me change my mind. It didn't work.
He still stayed.
And the situation went on for around 2 years - us being a dysfunctional family, him visiting regularly (we were not allowed to live in together), studying, fighting, making up.
And then it stopped. He got tired of visiting. I got tired of fighting. We were in a stump. It was either we move forward or break away, the seven year itch.
And we didn't meet ways. I wanted to (finally) get married. He didn't.
We didn't get to meet each other half-way, for the second time.
That was, I think, the worst break up we have ever been through. We both decided we wanted out, and yes, quite frankly, we were not really thinking of our son. We both felt that we were wronged, we have given more than we can give and we were both wanting more.
In short, nagdalaga at nagbinata kami.And grow up I did.
I cried once when he left, and threw myself at work. Since I was working and studying, I chose to work graveyard shifts, 11 hours, 4 times a week and study 3 times a week, 8 hrs a day. There was no time to cry.
He did what any ordinary man does when heart broken.
So it went for a year. In fairness to Edil, he never forgot about Matthew. It got to the point I didn't want to “share”, but Edil was so consistent in picking Matthew every other week (Matthew was 3 so he got to be with either parents every other week). Our parents didn't know what to do with us anymore. They tried talking to us, we didn't listen. Our common friends knew better than to intercede knowing how hard-headed we both were.
Prayers worked actually. They were all just praying for us.
Our situation carried for close to a year. For the first 6 months, everything was a blur. I was working, studying, trying to be all for Matthew and having a rebound guy (yep). He, in the meantime, was (I think) having the time of his life.
He actually wasn't.
Ten months after the big earth shake (hehehe), I was tired and things were pretty easy with school and I've gotten used with work, that I realized I missed Edil. But I would rather die than be the first to call him (I'm so proud).But I did call. To congratulate him for winning in a competition he joined. And that was it. A five-minute call.
And that's what started everything. (again,…for the nth time)
He called two days after Christmas, the eve of New Year 2004 and visited the house every chance he got.
And 2004 was here. (You have to have an LJ pala. Sorry. Too many events.)
And 12 years after May 1, 1993, the rest they say, is finally history.
Nalagay din kami sa tahimik c”,).
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Posted on Jul 02, 2005 under Daily Memorables |
The Story of Us
I clearly remember the day I first laid eyes on Edil. It was on the 1st of May, 1994, a Sunday night. I was 13, straight of freshman year (and broken hearted from a “puppy love”). He and my older brother just graduated from a spiritual retreat and when he went out of the chapel…pimple-faced, runny nose and all…I was hooked.
I only saw him about five times during that summer. I didn’t talk to him, didn’t move around his circles, made myself scarce (since I was shy – before). But he was a constant “star” in my then-journal, how he walked, how he laughed, how I “thought” he glanced my way at this moment (the things you write at 13…..).
I (sort of) forgot about him during my sophomore and junior year. Yes, I saw him from time to time, but the infatuation (kilig) was gone. I was no longer 13, and since I was blossoming into a lady already, I also knew the effect I can have on (certain) men.
Unknown to me, my Kuya Derek (was his usual nosy self) read the journal Edil was “starring in”. He kept quiet about it as he knew another “big” one – that his friend, Edil, liked me too.
It was all complete coincidence that he knew. He introduced a friend to Edil and Edil bragged about a certain sister of his who was “worth seeing”; and that he would have courted “that sister” if it weren’t for the friendship with Derek. “Hindi talo”, ika nga.
Fast forward to the summer of 1996, Holy Week. Kuya introduced Edil to me, and the rest they say is history.
Of course, I’m totally kidding.
We officially became a couple on the 10th of August, 1996, after he asked me to dance to a song playing on the radio – It Might Be You (we were before the TGIS loveteam, ok?!). I knew and remember the exact dates of everything – the day he first gave me flowers, the first time he held my hands, and many, many more.
But all these were nothing compared to the fights. I was 15, he was 17, what do you expect? I was proud and stubborn as hell. He was demanding and temperamental. Together, you can expect to see fights straight out of soap operas – doors slamming, one walking out on the other, the other running after, physical fights, very loud shouts, bouts of crying. All the people around us would not even wonder if we seem to be sweet this month and break up the next.
Our fights were petty at first, then one big thing led to another (but there were no third parties). Our break-ups lasted for months, with neither of us talking with each other.
Edil would always come back for reasons I never knew. He would always show up on our doorstep during the most ordinary days and come back. No begging, no crying. He just shows up. And for reasons I also never knew..I would take him back. As simple as that. We talk, kiss and make-up.
Most people were surprised when I got pregnant. They were more surprised when I didn’t want to get married. Our families were active in Church, deeply religious and were friends. The score? Edil wanted to get married, I didn’t. The reason? Not because of anything else, it’s just that I wasn’t ready. Edil translated it as not loving and trusting enough to risk it, I did that rightly because of love. I knew if we get married, any chance of personal growth would give way to sacrifices for the “family”, and at that point, I used my head. With my promising future and support from my parents, I stood my ground. Edil threatened, bribed, did everything to make me change my mind. It didn’t work.
He still stayed.
And the situation went on for around 2 years - us being a dysfunctional family, him visiting regularly (we were not allowed to live in together), studying, fighting, making up.
And then it stopped. He got tired of visiting. I got tired of fighting. We were in a stump. It was either we move forward or break away, the seven year itch.
And we didn’t meet ways. I wanted to (finally) get married. He didn’t.
We didn’t get to meet each other half-way, for the second time.
That was, I think, the worst break up we have ever been through. We both decided we wanted out, and yes, quite frankly, we were not really thinking of our son. We both felt that we were wronged, we have given more than we can give and we were both wanting more.
In short, nagdalaga at nagbinata kami.And grow up I did.
I cried once when he left, and threw myself at work. Since I was working and studying, I chose to work graveyard shifts, 11 hours, 4 times a week and study 3 times a week, 8 hrs a day. There was no time to cry.
He did what any ordinary man does when heart broken.
So it went for a year. In fairness to Edil, he never forgot about Matthew. It got to the point I didn’t want to “share”, but Edil was so consistent in picking Matthew every other week (Matthew was 3 so he got to be with either parents every other week). Our parents didn’t know what to do with us anymore. They tried talking to us, we didn’t listen. Our common friends knew better than to intercede knowing how hard-headed we both were.
Prayers worked actually. They were all just praying for us.
Our situation carried for close to a year. For the first 6 months, everything was a blur. I was working, studying, trying to be all for Matthew and having a rebound guy (yep). He, in the meantime, was (I think) having the time of his life.
He actually wasn’t.
Ten months after the big earth shake (hehehe), I was tired and things were pretty easy with school and I’ve gotten used with work, that I realized I missed Edil. But I would rather die than be the first to call him (I’m so proud).But I did call. To congratulate him for winning in a competition he joined. And that was it. A five-minute call.
And that’s what started everything. (again,…for the nth time)
He called two days after Christmas, the eve of New Year 2004 and visited the house every chance he got.
And 2004 was here. (You have to have an LJ pala. Sorry. Too many events.)
And 12 years after May 1, 1993, the rest they say, is finally history.
Nalagay din kami sa tahimik c”,).
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Posted on Jul 01, 2005 under Daily Memorables |
My Love Affair with W@W.
The wedding was five years in the making.
Since I refused to be wed just because I got pregnant when I was 19, I also was adamant to be wed “na basta makasal lang/mairaos lang” kasi may anak na namin kami ni Edil and we are civilly wed already.
I waited five years to have this moment, and despite of everything, I persisted.
When we got civilly wed on June 3rd 2004, we originally planned to hold the wedding in April the following year since my cousin, Ryan, will be having theirs in March. That way, it would be a one-stop celebration for relatives abroad. I was scouting for nice, small chapels in the Manila Area as I didnt want large churches. Archbishop Palace or Paco Church. Yun na, sabi ko.
Of course, I was still studying to become a nurse then, and with my job at Peoplesupport, completing clinicals, being a mom, making time for Edil, I wasn’t planning anything. Then I had to review for the board exams in December. Fortunately naman, I passed.
Then the pressure for Edil began.
I passed the boards, which meant I can marry already (wala nang hassle), weddings for our family has begun - starting with Nix’s wedding, and it didnt help that it was pretty and grand. We started fighting petty, kelan, saan, paano (wala kami pera…)….
We booked our first church (Sta. Rita at Philam) on the day of his birthday - January 28. Tapos nun, wala na.
Then my lovestory with w@w began.
Since I was obsessed with Paco Church, I surfed for Paco Church shots. That’s where I saw Alpha ni Jojo (that’s how most
w@wies address themselves) and their wedding. There was one picture that said
w@w EB; since Im naturally chismosa, I googled
w@w. And I came up with their site,
www.weddingsatwork.com. Sabi ko, “Ah, nadaanan ko na ‘to.” I saw their mailing list, and subscribed.
Nataranta ako kinabukasan! Over a hundred e-mails in my inbox! I said to myself, “Ang arte naman ng mga to.” Hehehe.
I would be maarte too. Because I soon learned where to get the best fans in Tabora, that there are nice give-aways in Dapitan Arcade, and many many more. There were really really nice weddings and pictures.
I found almost all of my suppliers from
w@w. And for that alone, I am eternally thankful =)
For one, I would never have dared to change venues and do an out of town wedding three months before my wedding date. My relatives and Edil were always surprised I knew a lot, considering I was not taking any leaves.
I planned everything from the Internet, sourced, canvassed and did pre-prod meetings via the Internet. Hannnneeeeep. Imagine all the cost-cutting I got.
My idea of the wedding came from one inspiration: a pink and brown striped candy I saw at a Martha Stewart magazine. From there everything followed. Since I love pink to death, I decided on pink: cotton candy, baby pink and old rose. And the brown should be the shade of chocolate. NOT caramel no tan, chocolate brown.
Thanks to w@w I found my most most favorite suppliers, whom I first booked before the caterer and the reception venue. HAHAHAHA! (Kilala nyo na to…)
Thanks to w@w that I was able to book a caterer one month before the wedding - and they delivered more than what I have expected.
Most especially, thanks to w@w I found friends, who just started to be friends I read thru their blogs, and then got to chat with…and be really good friends with. Now, I am invited to their weddings! Isnt it grand?!
I can say I planned the whole wedding literally alone. Me and the Internet and w@w. Edil was my bank and my relatives were my PA’s. I love them to death.
And because of w@w, I was able to have my dream wedding come true. Thanks to a pink and brown candy. And Edil crying (hehehe) during our exchange of vows.
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