Saccharine Irony

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A Happy Bridesmaid February 8, 2011

Filed under: Love,Women — Aimee @ 1:19 pm
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So two of my bestest girlfriends are getting married in four months and I will be a  bridesmaid for both and part wedding planner for both. Although I don’t like admitting this loudly, I do love weddings. Simple weddings, ostentatious weddings, outrageous weddings – I love all of them. There is always that happy anticipation in the air, and all for an occasion that celebrates the commitment of two people who have chosen to love one another when they could very well fall for someone else (Love is a magical thing for a few years, maybe, but beyond that, it becomes more of a choice, which makes commitment very important).

The best part of any wedding ceremony for me is the bridal march, where you see the bride, in all her regal whiteness, walk down the aisle while a love song serenades everyone. I always try not to cry all over my dress during these times, but I always get teary-eyed at least. These people are in love, you know. Even though they may stop loving each other 10 years, 20 years down the road, you know at least  that on that day, on that hour, these people are in love. They are committing themselves to a lifetime of one another. Marriage after all takes courage; it is often a blind leap into an unknown sugar-coated as forever.

That, for me, is a huge, HUGE thing.

So to say that I am a happy bridesmaid is an understatement. Many girls grumble about being the perpetual bridesmaid and never the bride; but I always take on my bridesmaid role happily and excitedly. Of course I do want to wear a white gown someday and pledge my life to a worthy another, but this doesn’t make me any less happy being a bridesmaid.  I love helping my best girlfriends plan on one of the most memorable days of their lives. I like seeing them through to their happily-ever-afters. And while I always fancy wearing pretty bridesmaid dresses, the thing that makes me the happiest is being there with them at a time when they are presumably at their happiest.

Someday, one day, when I get to have my own happy ending, I do want them to be there for me too. Because that’s what best girlfriends do – happily taking on the role of bridesmaid or a wedding planner, or an impromptu coordinator and speaker when the other is a glowing, blushing bride. 🙂

 

Freak Accident on a Friday January 9, 2011

Filed under: confessions,Life,Women — Aimee @ 3:19 am
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AndroidHeel from Testfreaks.com

Freak accidents are the scariest. Especially one that had you stepping into the dull end of a bamboo skewer so that the sharp, deadly end pierces into your right foot as you take an unknowing step forward. Then a sharp, shooting pain runs from your foot to your knee and you get a sudden headache in all of five seconds, you just want to crumple on the ground and cry.

So that’s what happened to me on a Friday, two days ago, as I was rushing for first Friday Mass from the park to the cathedral. And the foolish me had been to confident to presume that bamboo sticks are just bamboo sticks, and well, I didn’t pierce myself with some rusty metal, did I? So all I did was to clean the mess with some tissue I found in my purse until only a small puncture wound was visible. Some minutes later I washed the outer areas of the wound with ethyl alcohol and proceeded to visit a friend, who’s just undergone surgery at the hospital and laughed with other visiting friends, as if I’ve not a single care in the world.

As I was already heading home though, the pain in my foot got more excruciating by the second. So much so that I could barely walk from the block leading to our house. And when I got home and Mom found out I had not taken myself to the hospital (I did go to the hospital, stupid me!) for first aid, I finally understood the gravity of the situation. I almost passed out from the pain and begged to be taken to the ER not five minutes after having arrived home.

So that’s the story of my freak accident and my stupidity. Some of the most delicious food on the planet are cooked or served on bamboo skewers – kebabs, barbecues, grilled chicken, grilled plantains with butter and sugar, fried sweet potatoes, juicy hot dogs! I even used to play with these seemingly harmless things in my childhood! And then I step into one and hurt myself so bad, I can’t imagine eating spicy barbecue ever again.

So this serves as a word of caution to everyone. If you get pierced by a bamboo stick anywhere, especially one that’s filthy and all, go to the ER immediately for antibiotics and anti-tetanus shots, if you haven’t had any. Don’t be stupid or presumptuous. The pain is almost unbearable and for my women folks, even worse than your worst day of dysmenorrhea (I hope that paints a clear enough picture).

I hope and pray my foot gets better. I look forward to wearing my favorite platforms and sneakers and high heels again.

🙂

 

Skin Art Love January 6, 2011

Filed under: Beauty and Vanity,Women — Aimee @ 8:01 am
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This is what usually happens when you have hugely creative and wildly talented artists for friends. My friend, Angela turned my face into a canvass of sorts and painted a beautiful peacock feather on its left side, while Odessa snapped some photos before, after, and in between.

We did this session just because we felt like doing it, and also because I’ve very recently fallen head over heels in love with the peacock. I even got myself a few peacock cocktail rings for the holidays, and had chosen a peacock pattern for my artsy shoes. And one day, if I get married (and I hope with my whole heart that I do :0) I want to have A Greek-Mediterranean theme and wonderful peacock colors for my wedding – turquoise or teal, violet, and gold. So, anyway.

The inspiration for this face painting session had been this:

And our attempts resulted in this:

 

smirk, smirking

 

Hmmm. Not too shabby. But yeah, remind me to pick up some glitter paint next time to wake up my eyes. 🙂

 

... and now smiling!

Have a happy and colorful 2011 y’all! 🙂

 

Books, Chocolate, Art December 29, 2010

Filed under: books,Life,Love,Women — Aimee @ 4:20 am
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Yesternight I went to Odessa’s house to drop off the shoes which she’ll paint for me. She’s one of those people whose creativity I deeply admire, and as I’ve known her since primary school, she’s also one of my oldest friends. As a Christmas present of sorts, I gave her the critically-acclaimed book, The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd. A story about a daughter’s love and longing for her mother and the unexpected places we find love in this lifetime, this book is high on my list of favorites. I hope she’ll love it as much as I did.

And oh, she gave me this too:

Cadbury Caramello. Yay! Right now it’s still in the fridge, sitting all pretty. I’ve yet to finish the Toblerones, Snickers, and a bit of the Ferrero which my sister took home. And then this dark, chewy beauty. Chocolate, how I love thee!

 

The Peacock, Patricia Ariel

I’ll post a pic of the painted shoes here next time. I’ve chosen a peacock pattern for her to paint, and am positive she’ll outdo herself, like she always does. 🙂

 

August Rush September 16, 2010

Filed under: Events,Women — Aimee @ 3:07 pm
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My August for this year had been so full that for this September I am willingly resigning myself to some domesticity. Except for the regular Thursday meetings with church friends (who are so crazily fun to be with you would not think church people are like that, at all), weekly trips to Watson’s for some essentials, and Fridays spent with the besties over coffee and chitchat, I will be spending most of my free days indoors. August has stripped my wallet dry as well, so for now staying put is the only viable option. :p

So this is how my August had been.

don't you just love those smiles!

that's the attorney with her magazine... flipping through wedding ideas!

Aug 6. Should have watched Sarah Geronimo in concert at the Atrium, but my besties decided to go with other plans. So we ended up talking non-stop at some mall coffee kiosk, had grilled chicken and some soup for dinner, and treated ourselves to some dreamy gelato at Missy Bon Bon, where we also took as many snaps as we could, and talked about weddings and proposals, and the fact that one of my besties is expecting one within the month. Hence the fixation with the Weddings mag. 🙂

boating before breakfast

the old pier at daytime

Aug 7. Traveled to Lanao Del Norte, some 3 hours away from my home in Cagayan de Oro to visit my cousins. Rode the bus with Mom, my sister, my cousin J, Mom’s friend, Tita A, and her young daughter. Went boating at early morning (lovely!), and on our first night, we walked with our cousins to an old village pier and watched the gazillion stars (lovelier!) until we were all drowsy from all the talk and laughter. We also visited two waterfalls, went swimming, and had our pictures taken a thousand times.

oh Candy's how we love thee!

the photobooth souvenir. yee-ha!

Aug 21.  Dinner and coffee with my best buddies from my ex-office. Nashy and Candice were home for the weekend, and I had no problem convincing Ella to come home as well (thank you understanding hubby! :p). Another Ella was there too, so it was one big, raucous get-together, with some happy news (shhh!) on the side. Dinner at our favorite Candy’s and then coffee at Coffeeworks, where we went ga-ga over the photobooth, wigs, weird sunglasses, hats, and all! See crazy photos for reference.

some REALLY close-up snaps at the birthday/engagement party

So. it will just be Estee and myself, once Sora gets hitched. and Marshie too, who'll be home from New Zealand in time for the wedding. Yay!

Aug 25. Finally, one of my best friends got engaged on her birthday! Sora, the feisty, fashion-forward attorney who’s been my best friend since high school freshman year finally got the rock on the eve of her birthday, after seven years of a drama-filled but nevertheless admirable relationship with her lawyer better-half. What else can I say? I’ve been anticipating this proposal as if it were my own and now that it’s here, I’m just elated! Excited for the exclusive house party/ engagement party, the bridal shower, the pre nup pictorials (which I heard will be shot on location at Impasugong, Bukidnon, weee!), and of course the dreamy, dreamy, big day.

Love, love. “Without love, our world is a tomb.”

 

One of the Toughest Jobs on the Planet September 14, 2010

Filed under: confessions,Women — Aimee @ 10:35 am
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Angel Lavigne at 6 months. Those chubby arms!

Here with Snowglobe, which she fondly calls Bear-Bear 🙂

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is babysitting a one-year-old!

Especially a headstrong one-year-old who likes to rearrange furniture, play with porcelain, and linger in the kitchen wanting to pry the fridge open and play with the gas range oven! Angel Lavigne, who is my first cousin’s baby, and her Mom will be staying with us for a while, at least until they find an apartment to rent within the city. My cousin is currently working overseas and won’t be home until November.

The little rascal is cute as a button, but she has a temper, and a ferocious one at that! I don’t know where she got the idea, but when she doesn’t get her way, she throws a fit and grabs her Mama’s hair as a sign of defiance. It exasperates me to no end, the fact that she’s learned to pull hair at the age of one, but well maybe, some kids are brats, just because.

However, however, she can be the sweetest toddler when in the mood. She loves to smile and giggle, and she has these dimpled cheeks, soft as a dough, which you’d want to knead in your hands over and over again. She loves to sing with me and play with oil pastels, doodling at the back of the pages of an old calendar. She’s a pretty smart kid, too, and she finds it easy to remember names – babble, slurred speech, and all.

Still, babysitting is a royal pain in the a$$. I love kids, but really, what are you supposed to do when they start climbing tables and then throw a wailing fit when you scoop them down? Or when they like to play with the expensive vase on the center table or wreck your article because they mistake the PC keyboard for a piano keyboard? I can only hope that by the time I have my own little rascal, I will have known what to do. 🙂

But really, how do all the moms and babysitters in the world seem to do it all so effortlessly?

Bless them, bless them. :p

 

My Bestie is Engaged! August 25, 2010

Filed under: Love,Women — Aimee @ 12:50 am
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happy birthday, congratulations, and best wishes Atty! Love, love!

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So, so so! We turned out to be right! My best friend in the whole wide universe who is also celebrating her birthday today got engaged last night. After seven years, she finally got the rock! Well, before we start thinking about the bridal shower and the stress that usually comes with wedding preparations, there is a birthday party/engagement party to be enjoyed later at the Philtown Hotel, so it’s going to be easy breezy for a while.

Plus I’m thinking of having our very own engagement party at the house, just us, besties, minus M of course, who is in New Zealand and won’t be coming home until May (in time for the wedding, I hope, fingers crossed!) of next year. Well there’s also F, one of our high school BFFs whom we’ve seen only this May after 8 years or so, and is now back in New York. Back to the house party. We’ve been planning on homemade cheesy-beefy lasagna, my famous strawberry-banana float (my personal fave :-)), and some nacho chips with sweet corn salsa. Perhaps, some margaritas too!

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white gold and a diamond

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With the way I’ve been jumping up and down last night, you’d think I was the one who got engaged. But no, not anytime soon, I think I still haven’t gotten over how wonderful being single and independent actually is. But I’ve always been a sucker for sappy engagements and happily-ever-afters, especially with friends whose love stories and love dramas I got to hear over and over again, so I guess my jumping-up-and-down-excitement is pretty excusable.

Love, love. Nothing is more magical. 🙂