Round 1

If you all thing I’m walking on Cloud 9 now and happily planning the wedding of my dreams. You’re dead wrong. Au contraire First off, I have no wedding of my dreams. Sure I have a general idea of having a happy, perfect wedding. But I cannot get more specific than that. Which brings me to dilemma number 2. I know nothing about wedding planning. There are a thousand and one details to take care of and I don’t even know a quarter of those! While some people I know has always has a “wedding book”, I don’t even have enough ideas to fill a page, much less make a book. However, since my good friend Mikee got married, I decided that my color scheme would be the lightest yellow (just like the color of a rose when it borders between yellow and peach). I was 100% decided on this. Until a month ago when I decided deep red would be a good color too. I can imagine myself holding a tightly set round bouquet of red roses while my entourage, in their deep red gowns, hold three pieces of while calla lilies. Nice picture don’t you think? But I’ve always been somewhat against bright and dark colors for weddings. Just now I’m thinking maybe an all-white/ecru wedding might be nice. Or champagne. And the men would wear barong (which would set me back even more coz The ONE and I have already decided that the men will wear suits). Thank God for wedding coordinators. We plan to meet with one soon. We already have a name in my mind. I hope she work out okay! So what color should I go for?

Query 001

Would you rather commit the "what if?" mistake or the "I should not have done that" mistake?

Taking the Plunge

Just like a meteor that shoots out of nowhere and slams smack into the face of the earth, I suddenly found myself headed for wedded bliss. I’ve always thought I would marry at the age of 30. Well not really always (unless “always” begins at age 20) Maybe because of the lack of suitable hubbies-to-be back then. Thus, it seemed safe for me to arbitrarily pick the age of 30 so I won’t be panicking anytime soon. Don’t get me wrong though. I had boyfriends back then but somehow getting married never crossed my mind. In fact, hearing the word “marriage” would send me scurrying into my mouse hole. The idea just never appealed to me back then. As time passed on, I found myself more convinced that the age of 30 is the perfect age to settle down (given that I was still in law school then, I still has to build my law practice, get a master’s degree, etc.) Or at the earliest, the age of 28. Fast forward to now. Lo and behold, I’M GETTING MARRIED. So much for my cast in stone declarations of past. I guess this is what they mean by having and knowing that it’s the ONE. When the right person comes along, then it’s the right time. I once declared, not too long ago and to the ONE no less, that a person will never be ready for marriage. You will just have to take the plunge and hope you’ll stay afloat. Well , I’m eating my words now. I think I’m ready. In fact, I’m excited. Incidentally, the big day will be four days short of my 28th birthday...