My Best Friend's Wedding.

For the past year, I had been whining that I will never be a bridesmaid before being a bride. My closest friends were not thinking about marriage at that stage yet, and I had a wedding sometime in the near future. But things took a turn recently and my best friend got engaged. She had asked me to be her MOH, and I couldn't be more honored. You don't hear me whining now.

My reasons for wanting to be a bridesmaid before a bride are probably trivial and nonsensical. Here are some:

1) It's nice to actually know what you're supposed to be doing in a wedding before planning your own. It'll give you a headstart in getting familiar with wedding-related-things. I know some brides who take tremendous pleasure in the planning part but the more I delve into it the more I would rather leave it to the groom, or at least split it up 50/50. Perhaps because I find planning to be too... planned. For the lack of a better word. I just don't see why we need to put a whole year's work into a one-day event.

That said, what would a wedding be without all that work. Chaotic at best? I'm sure there are ones that are just as beautiful with no big, crazy planning involved and I guess that's how I'd like mine to be. Without all that fuss. Definitely no ice sculptures.

2) It's a lot funner (is this a word?) to plan someone else's wedding than your own. Not that my own wedding planning is going to be funless, but things gone wrong can be a real party pooper. It pays to be an experienced MOH/bridesmaid, so you'd know what to pack in the bridal-emergency-kit.

3) I've always thought I would get married after my friends since they're all a few years older, and this sort of stuck with me up until today. I'd rather "marry them off" first. As mentioned, my reasons are highly likely to be nonsensical. But I wouldn't have a problem if it works out the other way around either.

4) I want to experience a wedding up close and personal first before my own. I've played in many weddings before, but providing music isn't the same as carrying a train.

So here's a toast to my best friend's wedding.
And to their lives after.
And to no more whining.

skullduggery

My mother.
My sister.
The expert.

forgot: Past tense and a past participle of forget [fəˈgɒt]

i've forgotten
what's it like
since it's been
awhile since
and it's really
mindbogglingly
simple

pinky promise?

Life had been "too simple" I decided to make it complicated.

By adding unnecessary ruffles and frills.

Lord, give me the simple life.

Or any other life you want me to live.

And I’ll try not to decorate it along the way.

Pinky promise.

at least.

at least

i found a reason to smile.

at least

i knew you for awhile.

at least

you'll always be a friend.

It's going to be a minty big day.

When I told some of my friends that I had chosen my wedding colors to be mint and baby pink, some of them retorted that it doesn’t seem very… Us. 

Apparently we’re serious people who’d pick something more conventional and sophisticated like blue hues for example. The question is, Are We?

I think we’ve managed to fool people into thinking we are. Quite a quirky pair we are really. 

The Fiancé gave me full privilege to pick the wedding colors, style and theme; he only wanted to be in charge of the food. I didn’t want severe colors since I wanted the guests to have fun, and not take the wedding too seriously (not that they should take it too lightly either). I also didn’t want anything too vivid – that leaves out turquoise and fuchsia. Neither did I want solemn colors like gray or deep blue. I don’t really like purple, so I ventured into the green tones. For the flowers, red gerberas are calling out to me.

I wanted a retro wedding, but The Fiancé doesn’t fancy it too much. He would go as far as wearing a pair of Converse instead of dress shoes but nothing too kooky.  So I tweaked one of the theme colors a little, and we’ve settled with…

Mint and Dark Brown (with a touch of Red for gerbera daisies.) Yep, like mint chocolate chip ice cream.

Summer hair.

Some days I just don't feel like blogging deep/profound stuff. On these kind of days I ditch my other blog and traverse here.

So let’s talk about HAIR today. Yes, that mane of glory on and around your pretty head. 

I had been growing my hair out since January this year for no particular reason. In the winter months it seems like there’s less reason to go for a haircut. I use them as a scarf sometimes. 

But lately, the temperature has been steadily soaring and I have been feeling the consequences. SUMMER is definitely here. I suddenly want the mop of hair gone; chopped. Due to the sheer mass and length of hair, it has been droopy and sad-looking. Not to mention the amount of shampoo it requires. 

Unable to take it anymore I marched into one of the cheaper salons in NYC and told them I wanted a trim. The cut itself only cost $12, plus an extra $3 for wash. I love a good wash before my cut, and don’t mind shelling out a few bucks for that. I could do with some head massage too especially since I have been interning 5 days a week, waking up at 6:30 every morning to get there by 9-ish.

After the hairstylist finished his magic, I was shocked to see a good 4 inches had been hacked off. I hadn’t been paying attention to how much he cut off because I kinda didn’t care how my hair would turn out. I just wanted the weight off and did not give him much direction as to how I wanted it. I got up from the seat and glanced down to see how much hair he cut off. 

It was A LOT of hair. Enough to make a wig with.

I had to keep looking at my reflection for proof I still had hair on my head because I felt bald, botak, in a good way. He did exactly what I wanted, albeit a little too short.

What else can I say - I'm ready to brave the 100F temperature now.