Unending Questions

I just realized that people will never stop questioniong you and answering them can get quite tiring. I for one am guilty of asking these so-called questions. I guess, this just comes out when we can’t find a topic to talk about, this is almost the same as the “weather” topic. When in need of a topic ask these questions and they come at a different point in your life too! So let me enumerate the most common:

1.) When I was a baby: Be…kamao na ba? close-open-close-open, beautiful eyes. Do you know how to say Mama, Papa?
2.) When in nursery: Do your know your ABC? Do you know how to count your numbers? 1+ 1? 3.) Puberty years up ’til teenage years: Who’s your crush?
4.) 16-up : who’s your boyfriend?
5.) When I already had a boyfriend: When are u getting married?
6.) When right now I am getting married: When are u going to have a baby?

The only way to stop the questions was to do the thing they’ve been pestering you about. I wonder what’s next? For now I would have to repeat my answer again and again and again…. to that last question and it will get worse in the coming months. So I’m bracing myself.

A new addiction

I am officially a blog addict. Don’t tell anyone about this or I might get fired, teehee, I haven’t done any work-related stuff yet. Why? Because I’m busy lurking other people’s blog. I just can’t seem to stop reading them and I tell you I don’t know this people. Not a day goes by when I don’t read their blogs. Although I’m tempted to make a comment, I stop myself doing so, they might think I’m the next Hannibal. I am a stalker in the making hehehe.
Who can blame me? It’s really nice following other people’s blog, you get to know the person within. I really think that writing is the best way to express oneself. I for one, feel more comfortable writing than saying it out loud because in writing I can get vulnerable without them seeing it. It’s hard for me to express myself in person, I took me some time to get used to saying I love you’s to my fiance and up to know I still catch myself feeling uncomfortable uttering the 3 simple words. I guess I’m really so used to getting my defenses up that I’m afraid of letting anyone see how vulnerable I can be. So here I am writing my thoughts, it gives me a sense of freedom just doing this because I know they can never see the expression in my eyes.

A New Hobby?

If it weren’t for my upcoming wedding, then I wouldn’t be interested in photography. A picture paints a thousand words, now I’m itching to own a camera and learn photography. Definely I will learn this craft but first I have to buy my own digital camera. For now, I’ll just have to be content with browsing the internet for pictures and searching the google for “Photography for dummies”.

The Missing Piece

Ria and I were talking about relationships the other night. We agreed that in a relationship, there would always be someone who will play the field while the other one would remain steadfast in his/her love and devotion. Take for instance my friend arlene, she was very loyal while her bf (ex-bf now) would have text mates or flings. My friend Ria on the other hand was the one playing field.

My point is one partner will always look for the missing 10%. I read somewhere that the top reason why a marriage would not turn out right was because one would always look for the missing 10%.
I am not ashamed to admit that I was once this someone. I never was satisfied with my relationship, I felt that I needed and deserved more. For one, my bf (now fiancé) was never the romantic type and being the dreamer that I am wished for the moon and stars. It didn’t help that one of my friend had a very romantic bf (ring in a paper rose, rose in bed and other sweet stuff). I was green with envy then.

I admit there was one time when I was almost on the point of breaking up the relationship because there was someone who was pursuing me with all the chocolates and promise of flowers.

I learned the hard way but I’m glad I went through all that because I get to accept the man I will forever be spending my life with. To hell with that missing 10%, I have here with me the remaining 90% and for me that’s near enough to being perfect.

Today’s Learning

There is one thing I’ve learned today, “You can never please everyone”. What may be good for you may not be good to others.
For these past few months I’ve been really having a hard time dealing with these “make-up” problem. I never thought that choosing a make-up artist can cause you this much headache and not to mention stress. This alone could drive me nuts.

The first problem was a spat I had with my mother, she wanted me to hire her friend because of ..blah.. blah.. I would not mention the details anymore. To solve this problem, I wrote her a letter that I could never be happy with her make-up artist because Daria and I will never be comfortable with her style.
Just yesterday we had a spat AGAIN! because she does not like my make-up especially the eyes. She wanted me to look “ME” and not some actress about to go to a show. My mother’s point is a bride must just go for the natural look , just enhance the features but still look like her old self. Imagine my confusion when my cousin, sister and mama did NOT like my make-up yesterday but all my friends in my office did.

So I took the risk in having a very expensive trial make-up on whom a friend said is a very good make-up artist here in Cebu but to my chagrin my officemates still have soo many negative comments about it. (They said they still liked my make-up more yesterday, yes all of them!).

This is what’s on my mind:

Huh? What the hell??? I’ve invested this much money and they still cannot be satisfied with how I look? How does one become the blushing bride anyway??? It’s my fault, maybe I was expecting too much positive reaction because I invested this much money and I hired the best here in Cebu(In my opinion). But no siree…. they still liked my make-up yesterday.

I would not be satisfied with ok lang, mas maganda yung sa blah.. blah…blah….
If I had only gotten a “Yes, that’s the best make-up I’ve seen on you. You will make one hell of a bride.” response then I wouldn’t have been blabbering all my frustrations in here.

Instinct tells me to go for Wen2, then to hell with what everybody thinks of his make-up style, I’m trusting my instinct this time.

Wishful thinking

I wish I were the groom, then I could just sit on my favorite chair, watch my favorite show or read my favorite newspaper while watching my bride painstakingly go over the wedding details.
I never imagined wedding preps. can cause injuries, I couldn’t even carve the missalettes anymore because my pointing finger is bruised (I couldn’t straighten it anymore!). Just last night I also burned my fingers from the melting glue stick while doing the souvenirs, I even had difficulty sleeping because I couldn’t breath, my nose is clogged up due to the smell of that stupid glue stick. Oh! I also cut myself doing the invitations and missalettes, good thing it was just shallow. These are the times when I wish that I would be the groom then I would just be sitting on my ass and watch gyrating girls.