Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Bride with OCD.

A friend remarked, "I've never seen a bride-to-be with that MANY things to do."

-- Get the checklist here

Well well well.

I guess I'm neurotic and controlling that way. I'm a little OCD when it comes to my things. Like how I hang my towels. Both sides must be equal so one side doesn't peek out from under. And how I arrange my toiletries according to the order I use them (shampoo, conditioner, face wash then body wash).

So when it comes to my wedding, I guess no one should expect any different. Initially I wanted to be the laid back bride and use everything as-is. Then I saw the Times New Roman font at 1 wedding setting.

Then I saw the blah invitations the hotel provides. It's just a cream colored card!

Then I saw the centerpieces.

I guess that was the breaking point for me. I snapped and I'm now in full-on micro-managing mode.

I cut out over 100 little butterflies, I printed my own Save The Date cards in duplex. I'm printing address labels.

[Did you know that page 1 and page 2 on the back don't come out exactly in the same margin?]

And yes I'm printing samples of photos I want for my own wedding photoshoot.

-- Look of love. Swooooooooooooooon

I mean, if I'm paying thousands of dollars for all these things, I want them to turn out the way I imagined.

I haven't yelled at anyone and given the death stare. I just turn into a control freak when people disappoint me. Hmmmmm

Wedding Checklist - free from Vertex42

Wonderwall at a wedding.

I have always been smitten by the song Wonderwall. Always.

Now I'm toying with the idea of including this song at the wedding. I don't know how I'm going to fit this in the jazz-y line up, but Wonderwall has always been very special to me.

Because maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

Cue teary Bambi eyes at the groom. Then again, only those 4 phrases work. GAH!

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

All my Blogger buttons are belong to *cough*Net.

I haven't been able to post at home for the past couple of days because Blogger didn't display properly on BOTH Firefox and Chrome.

-- Image from here

I even upgraded Firefox just to try again. And obviously it didn't work. I was still missing all the little buttons, "Edit HTML" and "Compose" tabs.

I am absolutely reliant on the little buttons. I highlight, color, upload pictures and whatnot with ease because I am too lazy to remember the html codes for them. Since they just DISAPPEARED, I wasn't about to post anything without urm... sprucing up the post with colors and big pictures to distract from the writing.

-- Look! Dinosaurs!

I realised I wasn't alone when I Googled it. Apparently this only afflicted users using a certain ISP, *cough*Net. Users were encouraged to change their proxy just so that Blogger could be displayed properly. I, being the cynic hard-to-win-over customer, decided against doing so.

Changing the proxy does not change Blogger and your browser product-wise. It merely changes the way your browser ACCESS Blogger. It's a little like climbing through your window to get into the house when the front door magically don't work one day.

You don't fix the door or yourself. And I'm the type of person who's not satisfied just because I got into the house. That's entirely NOT the point.

*cough*Net should fix the issue. Stop denying the problem and work on it!

Photoshoot: The look I'm going for.

I don't know how to tell the photographer the kind of pictures I like. I'm sure whatever I say will be misinterpreted and the outcome will drive me to tears and exasperation, much like the invitation fiasco.

All I can do, is to print out lovely photos and show him, hoping that somehow J and I will be captured as beautifully and swoonsomely in love as this.

-- Photo from Once Wed.

I can dream.

Swoooooooooooooooooooon. Photoshop can help us look as picture perfect, right?

Friday, July 24, 2009

Sad Panda makes me depressed.

I first read about Sad Panda at Daily Intel and I was lost. Just like Hello Kitty, the blank look on its face just cries out to me "Hug me and make me feel better".

Photo by David Velez

Why are you so sad, Sad Panda?

Photo: Kym Smith

And then Sad Panda went missing.

Photo: Justin Schultz/Gothamist

Sad Panda, call me if you need to talk. Please come back.

xoxo, me.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Wedding DIY - Cones.

I am about to start making cones for the wedding. Cones of flower petals for each guests so they can shower us with love and luck as J and I walk down the aisle.

I love this look from Martha Stewart.

I even bought doilies all the way in Australia because I couldn't find them here. (I still can't.) Thing is, a cone doily on its own is rather flimsy. I keep imagining sweaty palms gripping the cones and we all know that the paper is gonna give.

Then I saw this on The Bride's Guide.

Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet. Problemo solved!

I just have to find pretty paper to make the cone. I'll post a prototype once it is done. I just have to stop procrastinating and start doing something.

Woohoo! 3 months before D-Day! Woohoo?

The Bride's Guide - Official site

Just Tax!

Politics and pop. Who knew?

This is one of the most entertaining Republican videos I've seen in a while. Lady Gaga, do you approve?

I *heart* birdies.

Aren't they the cutest???

I don't know what I'll do with them. They are just chirping "buy me!" at me. Tweet tweet!!!

Update: Waaaaaaaaaait. I am obsessed with birdcages. I want them for the wedding. I don't know where they go but I insisted on having them. And now the birds?

The birds can GO IN the bird cages! *Epiphany*

Omg omg omg. Too. cute.

Cute birdies - Ashley Anna Brown's official site

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

When work goes home with you.

Tom says (1:51 PM):
got scolded in the meeting
It's me says (1:53 PM):
sorry about the phonecall during your meeting
Tom says (1:56 PM):
not yr fault ....
fuck man, hate it when my boss is my mother
It's me says (2:06 PM):
i guess your family doesn't do the "how was your day" conversation at home

LOL. I'm going to rub it in and tease him when we meet for chow this week. We have been unexpectedly close since the last semester of uni. We shared the same supervisor for our thesis, he took me to the most awesome beef pie in the world, I ironed 3 shirts and picked his tie for his graduation because this man can't work an iron. Tom owes me for life now.

Tom will understand my humour. Our wicked twisted sense of humour.

Best beef pie in the universe - Harry's Cafe de Wheels

Swoonsome Wednesday.

I was browsing Grey Likes Wedding when I saw this.

Picture via here.


Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Reminiscing the best times of our friendship.

A new colleague in my office reminds me of my dear friend Adrain.

Adrian is my dear friend from uni and has gotten married recently! Much joy and love to him. Anyway Fake Adrian is very much like him. Loud, inappropriate funny comments and they have almost the same eyes. Almost.

I miss uni days. I miss hanging out with friends. $5 dinner on pub nights (!), Blockbuster movie marathons (you rent 7 movies for 10 bucks for a week), mad rush during exam and assignment seasons. The whole lot.

When the gang went home 1 semester before us, the group dwindled to the 4 of us. Adrain still gave me the evil eye because I refused to spell his name right just to mess with him. 3 Wise Monkeys was our favourite drinking spot, and I couldn't remember how many times we sang out loud with the band, totally unaware of how good/bad we sounded.

And yes Adrain would sometimes play his guitar, pretending to jam. This was sooooooooo before Guitar Hero. I always laughed at how a monkey like him could be an assistant lecturer at uni. Totally hilarious and unbelievable.

I miss going to the Coogee Beach at night in the middle of winter. Gawd that was cold but beer by the beach is by far one of the best things in life. We would get home all cold and damp from the strong sea wind but it was too fun. We went back there so many times.

Now that uni is over and we're all home on this tiny sunny island, we all have our families to go to, jobs that take over our lives and other friends to meet up with. We have not met up with each other.

I can't help but feel a little sad that the best times of our friendship was in 2005 before we all came home.

Adrain, I miss you.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Photoshoot, the crazies and sharing makeup with strangers.

As the photoshoot draws nearer, I find myself getting nervous and crazier than ever.

Zits. My skin has a mind of its own and loves to torture me. After laser treatment on Saturday, I was positively aglow with health. Till I saw one tiny bump near upper lip this morning. Gah!

I guess I can't do anything about it if I get zits on the day of the photoshoot (please don't appear at the wedding please please). Concealer and extensive Photoshop will help. It is an act of God. You can't stop it.

-- My zit can be a swirl in a Van Gogh-ish painting.

Do I need to bring my own mascara? Do they use brand new bottle/pen/tube of mascara for each bride?

The whole "dipping back" into the little tube of *cough* contaminated *cough* well-used mascara just brings out the germaphobe in me.

Read this and freak out. You're welcome.

What about blush? It's a GREAT excuse reason to buy Benetint.

-- Voted Best Product numerous times

And foundation. What if they don't have the EXACT shade for my skin? I don't want to look like a geisha at my wedding shoot. That's NOT the look I'm going for!

Ahhhhh the thoughts I have on a Monday afternoon.

A Peek Into The Secrets of Applying Mascara - link
Benetint -

I want, nay, need hydrangeas.

I *heart* hydrangeas!


What is it about Monday that makes me sooooo tired and sleepy? I'm grumpy I have to put on work clothes and sit in the office. I want to wear my pjs and lounge around the house.

Nothing better to brighten up Mondays than a pretty bunch of hydrangeas.

Glass jars and gardening.

J and I were furniture shopping for our imaginary new home and I came across these little gardens and I was in love.

Aren't they precious???

We all know, especially J, that I should keep away from all greens. He gave me a mini garden when we first dated (awesome gift I know) and I managed to kill hardy plants. The poor flower/fern/green thing turned purple, then blue and eventually became hollow.

The poor little thing didn't stand a chance.

Then I got a pot of orchids because they always look so... refined and poised.

-- obviously not my orchids

The blooms drooped by the time we got home and didn't flower since then. It's been slightly over a year and it looks miserable.

I'm hesitant about getting the little terrariums. They are fascinating to look at and needs minimal care. At least that's what the tag says.

Part science lab, all swoonsome. It's a mini ecosystem in a jar.

If I can somehow kill it just by staring at its beauty, then... I give up.

Anyhoo they are absolutely pretty and I can't wait to have my own home and my own little garden on my own dining table!

How to make your own terrarium - link
News article on terrariums - link

Friday, July 17, 2009

Nicole Miller and my height.

In somewhat happier news, my lovely Nicole Miller dress is a dream.

[Dear Bluefly people, please pack dresses in smaller packages. I don't think 1 dress needs a box that's bigger than a laptop box. I paid A LOT for postage, thanks to your ridiculous box.]

My cousin and brother gasped (in horror) when I fished it out of the gigantic box the dress came shipped in.

"It's so....... yellow."
"It's so....... long."

Unwilling to face the cruel reality, I went back to my room and hung it up while I cleared away the gigantic box.

It does look long. I tried it on. It fits! It fits, somehow.

I just need to urm, cut a lot off. Maybe I can make a scarf or hair band out of it? I'll get MORE out of the dress! I'm feeling very crafty and creative lately so it will be turn out fabulous.


TGIF does not apply because Saturday is another workday.

It's Friday and I'm not the least bit cheered by the last day of the week.

Not even Grover can help.

All because life sucks and I have to work tomorrow at 2pm. And no news what time work will end. Woe is me!

I need flowers. But I won't be home to stare at them. Ugh.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Overworked, Indian Overlord and the scam.

I have tried not to write about my frustrations at work because hey, I'm going to get married and I should have only happy thoughts in my head. The world is beautiful. All lovely, fine and dandy.

-- Unicorns have powers.

I'm done cuddling the imaginary puppies and unicorns in my head.

Work is driving me insane. It's not that I'm biased, but the Indian Overlord (he deserves a turd color) is just another smirky grin away from being sucker punched in the face.

The Indian Overlord promised the vendor 24 by 7 support for 1-10 Aug. Not the "we'll send someone when you have problem" kinda support, but "someone to sit next to you for 24 hours everyday" support.

I work 12 straight days out of which 2 are not paid. Just awesome Third World standards in a so-called First World country.

9 August is National Day and since it falls on a Sunday, Monday is a public holiday. But we have to work Sat, Sun and Monday. And being the giant scam of a management that they are, I highly doubt the team can claim all 3 full days owed in lieu.

Means that we are working for free. At the expense of family time and rest.

This is just effed up. The Indian Overlord will not be the one sitting here in the office, but the team will have to because he promised the client. This coming from a company and a government effort to encourage babies and family life.

(No one is home enough to make one of these.)

Yes, the management can stay at home with their families. But we lowly engineers will have to put our family second because of a jerk's promise.

Our weekend isn't time for us to rest and recharge. Their weekends are.

Our family doesn't count as family. Our family isn't as important as their families.

(And the lucky ones don't get to be home to see their children stuff their iPods in their mouths.)

Don't be fooled by the PR effort. There is no such thing as work life balance over here.

And never work for Indian Overlord and his cronies. They promise someone the moon and you'll be the poor fool who has to somehow get it done.

The eternal battle between self control and shopping.

I received my Bluefly dresses on Monday morning. Oh my god oh my god they are finally here!

I am both filled with joy and immense guilt. The beautiful dresses were on sale on and of course, "the more I buy the more I save" right?

What's $260 when its original retail price was $650?! It's a Nicole Miller dress. It's a bargain! It's a steal.

Thing is, I absolutely forgot about the exchange rate. So imagine my surprise when I got my credit card statement early this month and the dress came up to over #400.


I thought I'd be Zen. I do not need more clothes, shoes and other worldly possessions. Farewell Tiffany Keys for I need you no more.


I bought another pair of heels last evening despite chanting "I am Zen. Zen is me" (in my head of course. I don't want to appear crazy.) the whole time I was eyeing the pair of heels. How could I say no???

I seriously need to go into full hermit mode. I don't think it's wise to spend money like this when the economy has gone to the dogs and the wedding vendors are ripping me off.

I'll be home, deleting the temptations from Bluefly, ASOS from my inbox, if anyone is looking for me.

Link: - Official site

Monday, July 13, 2009

My bank account haemorrhages money.

July is looking to be a crappy month full of money woes.

  1. The tax people sent me a letter about my income tax payment for the financial year of 08-09. It took my breath away. And not in a good way.

  2. "Money for iPhone 3GS" is now "Money for income tax"

  3. The health insurance planner called back about the quotes. I have to pay a little over 4000 clams for health coverage. I feel a little breathless just typing it. I need to lie down.

  4. Mom gave me "the look" when I told her how much I am spending on invitations for 50 guests.
    "You don't have to buy the best of everything. People are just going to throw them away."

    "But it looks nice...." was my feeble reply.

  5. The flower guy for the reception said the tall floral arrangement is going to set me back 80 clams.
    "Is that 80 dollars ON TOP OF what is already included?"
    -- no reply yet --
    Right now I'm willing to compromise and use crappy flowers now even though I know my heart will break at the sight of them.

  6. Other decoration and accessories for the ceremony are going to set us back another couple of hundreds.

  7. The band is asking for upwards of $1200 for 2 sets of 45 minutes for a 3 piece band. $1200 for just 90 minutes !? I'm rather appalled.

I don't think I can bring myself to finish the list. 7 items are enough to drive me to tears.


Thursday, July 09, 2009

Wedding invitation - The shocker.

I really really want to write, but the rage in me just puts me in a very destructive mood. I don't want to write. I just want to bite someone's head off.

Or blow something up Bruce Willis Die Hard style or Michael Bay's "everything explodes when touched" style. I'm not fussed.

J can attest to this. He has never seen me so aggressive. Neither has my friends.

I am simply exasperated at the ludicrous lack of professionalism.

My dream response card looks like this.

They sent me this.

There were so many things wrong with it I wanted to cry. They even got our phone numbers wrong!

Read this and weep.

Someone obviously did not turn on Spell Checker or finish primary school with stellar grades. All these came from their "Sales Designer". I think they are using the word "designer" a little too generously.

I was extremely impressed with Wedding Paper Divas work that I contemplated ordering online. Yes, invitations made in USA and mailed all the way to Asia. Very "cost-efficient". The whole cost factor (can you imagine the postage?) pushed me towards a local invitation maker.

The local invitation maker showed me portfolios from Envelopments, and I was willing to compromise. We talked about what I wanted and placed a deposit. J and I paid and we expected the standards they had shown us from their portfolios.

(Therein lies the million dollar question: did they have anything to do with the samples they showed us from their portfolio?)

Now I so want to kick myself for not going with PROFESSIONAL invitation makers. So what if they are all the way on another continent?! I thought I outsourced my stationery headaches. I guess I have a bigger one now.

BAH !!!

Envelopments - Official site
Wedding Paper Divas - Official site

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Wedding invitation - The outsourcing.

I have succumbed and gotten my invitations made by "professionals".

(More on that later.)

Yes. This came after months of research, collecting samples and pictures of what I like, installing luscious fonts on both my work and home computers, and trying over and over again on my invitation layout.

York ES Script. Faaaaaawns.

I was extremely pleased with my work, it was beautiful, pink and full of swirls. Then the shocker came. My mom wanted the Chinese version on the same invitation.

Oh. My. God.

The last time I used formal Chinese was... probably never. During my school days, I did fairly well in Chinese. I got an 'A'. True, it was no A star but my over-achieving side died when I was 15 and I now celebrate mediocrity and 10th place in sports. That aside, I have no problem with Chinese in the casual spoken and written form.

But this?

  1. Specify the date of the wedding in both gregorian/solar and Chinese/lunar calendar form.
  2. List the day of the week in parenthesis.
  3. Precede the bride and groom's names with their birth order among siblings. For example: Eldest son Second daughter Youngest son
  4. The characters for "welcome" should be in larger font than rest of text.

That was the turning point. The fonts, layout and the single most crucial difficulty: how do I translate J's name and his parents' names into Chinese just pushed me over the cliff.

I couldn't do it. The search for florists, the overcharging soulless photographers, the friends and family who kept hounding me with "where are we going to stay? when should we fly in?" and now the invitations became too much.

I simply do not have the time nor energy to do it all.

We have paid a deposit, we have decided on the general layout and colors and it's now the professional's job to get everything right.

One thing down, a few thousand more to go.

Chinese wording take from here
York ES Script - link to download

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Oscar de la Renta Spring 2010 - 1

The man is sheer genius.

Applique on sheer organza? Wow.

The first name that is synonymous to wedding dress/ gown to many people is Vera Wang. She is one lady who understands what brides want. Vera specializes in gowns that looks light and ethereal.

But Oscar de la Renta adds a twist to wedding dresses that would otherwise be just.. another wedding dress.

Look at the little silk flowers on the dress.

Look at the cascading ruffles.

Look at the giant bow.

Look at the giant bow at the back!

Swoon swoon and triple swooooooooooooooooooon.

Then again, getting a de la Renta's creation will probably take up my ENTIRE budget leaving no room for photography or reception. So I'll be wearing a dress to a wedding that no one will show up because there's no refreshments or entertainment or chairs.

It looks fussy at first glance but it really really photographs well, doesn't it? A girl can dream for a de la Renta wedding dress.

My love for peonies run deep.

The moment I saw them I knew this would be a love for all time. They are soft, romantic, girlish full blooms.

In Chinese traditions, peonies (牡丹 mu3dan1) are extensively used for decorations along with the plum blossom. Peonies signify honour, riches, beauty and romance so what's not to love? :D

[I love plum blossoms too, sometimes I can't tell them apart from cherry blossoms BUT I digress.]

A bouquet of peonies was what I wanted when I walk down the aisle. Unfortunately the florist said that they are ridiculously expensive to get in Asia. Peonies don't do well in heat and humidity so they will most likely droop and brown out before I even walk down the aisle.

It just felt like the wedding I had pictured back in November 08 was a different wedding.

Nevertheless, I hope the florist comes up with something equally beautiful for the big day. A thousand clams should at least guarantee beautiful arrangements right?

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