2011 IS WHEN EVERYSECOND COMPLETES OUR MIRACLE

Hello 2011, first and foremost.  Its barely over a month into our sparkling new year – the first of the new decade – and we already love you!! 2009: you were amazing, 2010 you took a million of our breaths away; 2011, you shall be our everysecond gift. Already, the seven remaining months loom – to be defined by both the gentle and powerful rise and recession of tides, recollections and revisitations, dreams and miracles. Our hearts overflow with honey-sweet anxiety and excitement as if drawing nectar from the gods!

We remember the first time we ever started planning about our wedding.  It was, as it remains today, a hazy, dream-like midday episode right about a year ago in our project office in LWUA.  It was a casual progression of events, but never too casual that you’d be inclined to forget the details underpinning the sweetest happenstance of our lives.  We were working on independent things, side by side on a makeshift mess hall at the office.  Then Gabby raised an innocently playful but inwardly important question: “If we’d get married, who’d form our guest list?” I was taken aback with mild surprise, but it was a caressing, most heartwarming surprise; I was speechless at first, but my eyes and body language betrayed any trace of reserve whatsoever.  That one small question sparked another, gaining voluptuousness, fire and momentum with each swing.  Until exhausted and left to melt unto the singular passion of our discourse, we found ourselves remaining nearly motionless in our seats creating and working on what would be our first and only working copy of our Excel-powered Wedding File. Its first 8 syllables pronounced everything we’ve embraced, worked for the past 15-odd months, and wished to happen like none other before:

“De Vera-Obmina Nuptials,”

I remember US being enthused at and enthralled by the newfound, joyous feeling.  We’d fall further for each other as we meticulously/carefully typed in the names and basic details that would comprise the heart of our wedding celebration.  Tito. Daddy. Tita. Mommy. Kuya, etcetera, etcetera.

Exactly a year since that crazy tidal wave swept away at the casualness of that midday episode, we are still using the very file and the same file name – only the contents are updated with every chance we get.  Its only fitting that the file manages to trace how so far along we’ve come along in terms of planning; how much we’ve learnt, unlearnt and the dozens of awesome people who’ve touched our lives throughout the planning process. 

Now that we’re down to our last 7 months, the body of work and changes has become truly evident:

·         Our guest list, which we had originally set to a ceiling of 180 pax, has soared to 250! It’s admittedly among the hardest items to accomplish because of the considerations that every couple has to make for themselves, their family, friends and extensions (here and abroad). But we’ve more or less agreed and worked out an immovable ceiling of 250.   Sorry for those guests numbered 251 and up, we love y’all still! :-)

·         We’ve managed to haggle and insist our way to create our dream team of wedding suppliers! We can’t stress “haggle” enough, because if you want your dreams realized, a lot of work, PR, and compromise have to fit the equation.  [unless, say, we got a limitless budget?] Some people have asked us if its really worth their time to attend wedding fairs and such, or if the better, less-mainstream suppliers are more likely at their home-based offices clandestinely completing their obra maestras?  To that, we say: YES to BOTH.  What we mean is that, do your homework and fieldwork because we’ve had rewarding and not-so-rewarding encounters with both types of suppliers.  Sometimes, you look hard and often enough, you’ll suddenly realize your preferred design had been staring you at the face all the while.  And sometimes, nothing can be farther from the truth.   One true benefit of having a long planning horizon as we did is that you get to scout every nook and cranny for possible vendors or designs that are within your domain of possibility.  And that has meant a world of difference to us!

·         After 15+ months of real planning, its no secret that the wedding budget we originally estimated was meant to be destroyed! :-D It’s an epic fail, as the budget and timeline we set were revised several hundred times over.  Inevitable changes take place with every other week or month of planning: add a friend or two here, add another cake layer here, pepper the place with a few more lights, enlarge the portraits, upgrade the buffet, rent a snazzier limousine, add a few more Swarovski bits down the train – all of those cost money, money, money!  “Budget today, gone tomorrow!” :) Say it with me…haha!

·         But – just the same, we just can’t believe we’ve nearly completed our “planning,” and will be spending the remaining 7 months executing (or paying for) the things we want to happen.  Seven months is like a hiccup, it’ll come so quick – and we know that as a matter-of-fact.

We’ve spent the last few weeks of January burning out our laptop batteries while going over our wedding sheet timeline and reviewing our most critical next months TO DOs. Allow me to proudly share to you our timeline and some pictures for the first quarter months of 2011 It makes me blush in anticipation…

		REMARKS
2011
JANUARY
29	Measurement (Camille Garcia)	OK
	DP 15,000.00 Camille Garcia	OK
	Compilation of chocfrappe pics	OK
	Finalize SAVE THE DATE design c/o Creative Prints	OK
FEBRUARY
19	Mock fitting (Bridal Gown)
	Book musician
	Meeting w/ Josiahs (Maui) (re: set-ups, food, sched)
	Meeting w/ Fernwood (lala) (re: air cooler, Lights and set ups)
	Finalize Songs (church & reception)
	Meeting w/ Nice Print (re: concept of pre-nup and sched)
	Finalize/book Cake Design
	Reproduction of SAVE THE DATE c/o Creative Prints
MARCH
12	Kat's confirmation
	accomplish CHURCH requirements (birth cert, confirmation cert)
	Distribution of SVD
	Purchasing and Order of wedding Favours (Principals, CF Team)
	Payment - Bleu (5,000)
	Mothers, entourage Measurement ( Camille Garcia)

Seems to me we’re doing pretty well!!!

It cannot be said enough, but this timeline – and the wedding sheet in general – has become such a wonderful and effective guide for keeping track of  our deadlines, arrangements and other obligation. Just going over it is pretty much an inspiration to recall how much we’ve accomplished given the breadth of wants and whims.   We recommend every engaged couple to keep one.

Measurement w/my gown designer Camille

Finalizing details of my  gown  :)

  

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The life we wanted together starts with a commitment to a miracle emanating from an 8-syllable statement.  And that’s why we’re treating every month, every week, every day, every second of 2011 as a communion drawing grace and purpose from that commitment. 

Seven months more.

Seven months more.

That’s all there is to it, before we humbly set aside our Wedding File and work on our Blank, New Excel Sheet

A Christmas Greeting From Chocfrappe

Hope everyone’s enjoying their Decembers so far!!! Reliving with joy the fondest memories of solemn Christmas carols, angelic hymns sung by choirs, and Misa de Gallos, memorable TV-specials, waking up to cool mornings and a present beside your pillow, grand reunions and exchanging gifts, greetings, food and embraces with everyone dear to our hearts…is the Christmas Spirit alive and healthy in you? Do you feel what we feel? Do you see what we see? :-)

When we first launched our wed-site several months ago, we only wanted a convenient/stylish venue in which our very modest networks could celebrate with us the process of planning for our D-day in 2011.  Though we didn’t anticipate the amount of hard work and spare time required for it, it brought us honest pleasure and a sense of fulfillment whenever we’d be able to squeeze out an update, or a blog entry, in spite of our busy schedules.  And it feels truly motivating, hearing people tell us how “natural” and “exaggeratingly sweet” our wed-site is, or, how well-made our entries are.  We too never expected these generous off-the-cuff comments and views, but are nevertheless humbled that so many friends, family and even acquaintances share in our journeys, joys and aspirations

We want to take this opportunity to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and a Joyous New Year. Thank you very much for visiting and continually pushing us to make our WeddingWire Site more comprehensive, inspired and downright sappy.  We’ll be taking a very very brief break from blogging until 2011 (only a couple of weeks away!!) to give us more time to celebrate, reflect and enjoy the most solemn and momentous time of the year for us in the country.  The next eight months of 2011 will surely be the MOST rigorous, exciting and anticipated weeks yet, the loveliest and most rewarding times as well.  And we hope to capture these prized moments forever into our WW site... You’re all warmly invited to visit us as often as you can, and  pls always feel welcome to drop us a line, or share us a tip or two as D-day inches closer and closer :-)

Again, MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS AND AN INSPIRED NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE! Hope to see some of you at some random coffee shop in your area soon. :-)

Let love brew on and on and on…

long-overdue trip to Chocolate Fire!!

Celebrating HER birthday @ where-else, but Starbucks, 1 am

KAT & GAB

Found MY COUTERIER--finally!!

WHEW!

It took me a bit longer than I would have preferred.  Cost us about a thousand more pesos for gas. Cost me personally some fallen strands of hair and several days mulling in agony; wading and wallowing in multiple constraints, options and preferences that were made present before me.

But…

How sweet it is to have finally met, booked, and engaging avidly with my wedding gown designer! Or couturier, if you feel like saying it with pizzazz.

Gab and I update our wedding information and control sheet as often as we can as if it were an evil addiction!  We exchange the Excel-powered file over email when we’re separately at work; we work at it together when we’re in each other’s comfort whether at the nearest Starbucks, or at home; and we diligently inspect and “improve” the  contents of the file during our respective private times.  In retrospect, our wish-lists and must-to-do-lists had been conquered with luck and favor since our wedding planning took off some months ago.  We’d gotten the vendors we really wanted, and those which, more importantly, fit our personalities, theme and shrinking bank accounts. I’d say that some of the vendors like Josiah’s and Bleu were really accommodating and cordial like a midsummer’s dream; while some just required a tad more effort…

So when I chanced upon our ever-adjusting, ever-compromised list of to-Do’s for our 2011 celebration of marital life, I never thought the GOWN would be the one to hammer a proverbial nail on my fragile head.  That something so beautiful, so awe-inspiring and regal, would test my patience repeatedly, tamper with our escalating momentum, and have me undergo bouts of heartache, frustration and lucklessness.  In my head: I was meant to wear a glorious bridal gown, but I never prepared for needing to reach a lot further if I were to snatch it from my dreams.

I’d been around numerous designers in Metro Manila.  Spoke casually with several popular, commercial ones, and met with a couple more that weren’t easily located even using Yellow/White Pages [or Google]. I learned – parts exasperated, parts pleased – that each designer had a different treatment and packaging for the service and style I’d been dreaming about. Each one had decent designs, but only a select few had struck a chord, so to speak. And, what more, each one chipped away at my patience and “shine,” especially if the designer’s draft designs struck me as either too conventional (dry), or too flamboyant (excessive). By and by, the time invested in the couturier search brought me to understand my level of resolve; even Gab would agree that it was only a matter of time until we drifted forward to that RIGHT ONE.  At one point, I already thought that I’d found my dream gown in a very coveted designer in the Metro whose sophistication just coaxed and bought my attention!   But my heart just sank over an incredible price tag that just I felt was out of place from a larger, more practical perspective [the perspective of LIFE].  Gab’s heart, as much as it tried to swim and navigate across the humungous cost, eventually relented and agreed that there were still fantastic designers to be reeled in from the vast Metropolitan ocean.

The arduous, rigorous search for that elusive couturier teased me to recollect anew about our sweet wedding planning that had started the summer of 2010.  And, there, it just dawned on me!  I remembered this quaint, intriguing shop beside Glass Garden in Pasig/Marikina, in which we had conducted our first major ocular inspection for the wedding reception around April.  So one October afternoon, I scoured the Internet for that particular shop, found a sweet, jubilant voice on the other side of the phone, and scheduled a meeting with a lady, Ms. Camille Garcia, who we were hoping would be that last missing major piece of our grandiose wedding diorama.

With my ever supportive fiancé and mommy, I finally met Camille Garcia several weekends ago. And I was happily amazed and surprised – needless to say. She’s very very young, personable/bubbly, armed with a bright, kolehiyala smile and cheerful conduct that just radiates across her equally fabulous place cum shop.  I can honestly say that during our very engaging discussion and presentation how lovely, charming and talented she is!  Some of her commercial, cosmopolitan works could easily sell in elite shopping centers.  She’s undergone serious fashion/design studies abroad, and she snuck up on me by showing us her proud portfolio of avante-garde-esque designs, asymmetric figures, exquisite clothing material and inspired color combinations.  And the best part?  She penciled me an eye-candy of a bridal gown design for a price that was well within our budgets, and every Peso worth spending for! :)

We had such a great time chatting with her, and Mom smiled at each and every aspect and detail that were initially covered throughout our conversation. Our meeting was cut-short though coz another bride-to-be was scheduled for her fitting.  Her Camille Garcia-crafted gown too, looked splendid on the beaming lady.  As Gab drove us home that evening, I already felt complete. I felt satisfied.  Something I couldn’t feel with sincerity or without ambivalence/reservations during the past few occasions and trips to other designers.   

It finally felt like the dream I’d been having.

But this time, it’s within my reach :-D

  

CHOCFRAPPE, THE HONG KONG CHAPTER

  

It would feel like it’s best starting off this entry by saying: “When in Hong Kong…” And it’d mean a world of difference: to engage in an instant the audience’s litany of predilections, preconceptions and affectations over a city that’s been marveled at as a prime shopping hub by all sorts of vacationers across Asia.  A city that’s been defined and redefined several times over by its plural business and port-based economy, and by endless, random motion – the hustle and bustle of people bursting from within and everywhere across the seams of the city’s wholly urban tapestry. A wondrous enigma of a city thriving on the whimsical caricature of hardened oriental traditions, but synergized with fluid state-of-the-art technologies, meaningful diaspora, and ever-improving English.

 “When in Hong Kong…” evokes being hungover on a tempest of dancing lights and cooler nights, of razzlin’, dazzlin’ midnight flea markets and designer boutiques, mismatched rice bowls and joyless fastfood, Cable cars and Lamborghinis queued like Toyotas on a routine Saturday night traffic somewhere in Tsim Sha Tsui!! And MTR stations everywhere and anywhere you like.

But, “When in Hong Kong…” seems best left for mechanical entries scribed down TripAdvisor, or those delirious entries your heart manages to eke out during lonesome nights accompanied only by freeform jazz, static and the latest Starbucks Christmas diary.  Instead, it feels much better revisiting and reflecting upon our trip to Hong Kong some 14 moons ago with a deservedly well-worn adage:

“Life is measured not by the number of breathes you take, but the number of moments which take your breath away.” 

The thought process itself behind the statement is clichéd enough; but its juxtaposition across Hong Kong’s important borders glitters and glistens especially against the unfamiliar prefectures, skylines and cityscapes we conquered.  Never was this in greater display, than when we walked our shoes roughshod and through the ground for a couple of days, roaming aimlessly around the city’s homogenous parts with our hands clasped together and fatigued heads occasionally resting on burly shoulders.  Forty-eight hours walking under what had originally been a cool drizzly morning (courtesy of Typhoon Megi), until alas we’d be witnesses to the pale moonlight rendered negligible and helpless amidst Kowloon’s resplendent nightlife.  And as we descended the MTR subway anew, our eyes, arms, and hands would search for each other’s shelter.  We were each other’s solace as we found ourselves overwhelmed by a relentless sea of cosmopolitan twentysomethings, distant professionals, and faceless commuters.  It was the same loving search that brought us peace and togetherness in 2009; the same love brimming with shared realizations, hopes and convictions.

To this day, we’d trade the city life for an island with each other…

The trip had been planned out several months ago – eventfully, we should add.  It would be the first trip overseas for the “kids” (Kris, Kristian and Cyril), and the first trip together overseas for ChocFrappe as well.  It was, in a word, memorable.  But it would also be daunting.  By the time we had all crossed the first walkalator in NAIA-3, in which we’d told the kids to “walk on the walkalator, not STOP,” we knew this was a vacation that’d create as many memories than our year would ever allow. By the time the plane had left Manila – some 45 minutes later than scheduled – we’d already snapped close to 50 pictures.  That’s around a hundred smiles already, guaranteed.

  

The four prior trips we’d both taken to Hong Kong had given us reason to be more confident and cavalier as we alighted and shifted between MTR stations – or as we challenged thick, busy crowds when we went about to navigate our way towards somewhere familiar, tranquil and/or edible.  We imbibed this devil-may-care attitude despite needing to remain watchful over 6-year old Cyril, 15-year old Kristian, and Kris the Reluctant Shopaholic.  Hong Kong’s streets bled from a never-ending array of bright neon lights, cheap sidewalk stalls, trendy clotheslines, and fantastic plazas.  When we’d see something new and beautiful, we’d preserve it by way of a Lumix-approved picture, or by using John’s sophisticated Nikon DSLR.  In these pictures, we’d glow even under circumstances in which our feet and legs would no longer agree with us walking.  We’d glow even under the circumstances when fatigue would begin to sap out the adventurousness and jovialness from each and every one of us.  Yes, we’d glow even after our lives had been nearly pulled out from under us by a space-bound rollercoaster streaking in at the speed of sound!!

We’d told the kids that Hong Kong is a city for walkers, not slackers or slouches.  We led by example, because, foremost, we were the grown-ups in the group.  And, secondly, because we already readied ourselves for the murderous itinerary around the famous city.  If it meant walking around every celebrated patch of land in Disneyland for 12 straight hours, so be it.  If it meant queuing under the blistering sun just to handshake two overgrown cartoon mice, so be it.  If it meant skipping our usual helpings of quick meals and Western soul food just so we could reach our next locations in time, so be it.  If it meant leaving behind our conveniences and accustoms just so we could venture into uncertain destinations populated by porcelain-skinned strangers and alien dialects, SO BE IT. 

To us, what was more important were the many moments in which we’d smile and hold hands as we relished in faith that Chocfrappe was meant to be memorable.  That Chocfrappe was meant to smile and shine through and through in spite of conflicting tendencies, constraints and wants within the group…and despite the distance it took moving from one place-of-interest to the other.  That our commitment to each other was lifted up with the unfolding of every new moment, sensation and encounter that transpired and which were ultimately stored into the avenues of our minds and hearts.  That our trek together – across the glorious harbor, atop the picturesque Peak Tram some 1,200 feet above sea level, before the magical off-Broadway shows in Disneyland, amidst the revelry of Mongkok’s vibrant night markets, or inside the cozy double-decker bus –  was our way of constructing our own legend. 

(For Chocfrappe to be legendary, and to be nothing less.)

  

  

Each and every of the several thousand steps we took throughout those 3 nights brought us closer back home (or to the hotel), in which we’d get to stretch and nurse our legs back to health, put down our shopping bags and bayongs, and then finally finally finally curl our way back into each other’s warm embrace.  A sweet embrace that would dissipate our fatigue.  A tender embrace that would galvanize and reenergize our bodies.  An embrace so perfecting, it would sooth our spirits, and placate the restlessness of the world out there. 

And just like that, Chocfrappe bid Hongkong a very good night as we departed for Manila in the evening, Sunday.  Back in the plane, the city of dancing lights mellowed down to the rhythm of the engine before the lights shrunk completely from view like countless fireflies fading on a clear night.  The kids were still enjoying everything about the brief but well-deserved vacation, though their present excitement was being curbed by the whizzing and humming of the plane. 

 
We kissed each other gently on the plane and secured our hands together as we braced for the 2-hour flight home. Happy thoughts floated and flowed across the universe like endless rain into a papercup.  Love.  Time.  Space.  One shared look carving two beautiful smiles.  And several hundred pictures creating a magnificent avalanche of a thousand more magical memories. 

As one of our favorite Disney song, goes, “tale as told as time…” We know this to be true: be it Sri Lanka, be it Baguio, be it Davao, be it Hong Kong…ANYWHERE, for that matter…our breaths taken, and our breaths taketh away. 

Easily.

Chocfrappe: Hong Kong Edition, end of chapter.

[A series of overdue] VIGNETTES FOR THESE STELLAR BRRRR MONTHS

ONE: Life as We Know It

Events, both in life and at work, have piled up incredibly since September.  Since we got formally engaged in August 28. (see the amazing collage below) :-) Which is, admittedly, a shame, coz in-between our manic schedules, responsibilities, and endeavors, we haven’t had the luxury of being able to sit down to properly commemorate, communicate and commit the momentous importance of these Brrr-months onto our 13” Intel-powered screens.  It’s a shame, not only because of our desire to maintain this wed-site/blog through regular and relevant recollections and reflections; but, more so, because as our wedding ideas and program for 2011 are already thrust upon us, and are moving forward with briskness and well-placed energy, the other items we’ve abstracted in the meantime have dramatically come to view as well.

Items that concern our lives beyond D-day. Items that will underscore and condition with vibrancy and dynamism our lifelong transition as husband and wife: Arrangements.  Investments.  Properties.  Logistics.  Finance/Money.  Traditions.  Sexuality.  Family.

Tangible and intangible items that are emerging and evolving to be our foremost, enduring priorities sooner, not later. :-)

And, with God and faith keeping our cores stable, we’re feeling mightily excited of how our life will be planned out, lived out, and shared with the rest of the community.  (This, despite the weariness, worldliness and incertitude that clouds even the most harmonious relations out there)

This: Life as we know it.  And the only way we’d ever want to celebrate living day-in, day-out – in the completing, comprehending, complementing comfort either one of us provides.

our amazing Engagement Collage

@ Josephines, Tagaytay : a splendid send-off, for the father of the bride (will see you in 2011)

..this goes into Chocfrappes' Tagaytay collection (Sonya's Garden)

Life. Love. repeat...

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TWO: ChocFrappe Celebrates 1^ST ANNIVERSARY as if it were a Cool Evening in 2009 all Over Again…

12 months ago, hardly "fresh" from an arduous trip back in Colombo/Sri Lanka and Singapore, Manila was where and when I got my sweetest, happiest reprieve, reward and retribution. Post-Ondoy Manila was a much-needed dose of home and urbane respite; Manila was driving the black Benz obliviously and deliriously, amid ominous rain on a Saturday... Manila was an elegantly planned 'surprise' 5-course dinner...Manila was the first time we'd meet again; the first time I'd hold her hand and kiss along those lines, neither one of us braving to alight the car just yet; the first time I saw her angel of a face sparkle and glimmer like an evening's current, as she wore on a topaz-studded necklace like a star burning bright...

It was, as if just yesterday [or last weekend], in which that 365th day ago took place. And, barring a few facelifts here and there, it could've very well been that.

Like we'd never left that blissful memory.

the 5-course menu at the very same place, 365 days later. :)

in our element: love and its affiliate pleasantries (for both stomach/heart)

formerly Le Souffle, but just as memorable

12 months later, we finally get our picture here at the Rockwell lobby

THIS. SAYS. IT. ALL. :-)

Happy Anniversary Baby; I love you!

-gabby- (lifted from Facebook)

Bag of Beans: the Magic then as it is NOW...(lovey-dovey prose/anecdote/story due every September)

365 (er, 367 as of this writing) days ago, we never got to take a picture of ourselves enjoying an incredibly fine meal at Bag of Beans, Tagaytay. "Enjoying," of course, did not comprise eating or drinking, as neither of us really sat down to slice and dice our way across robust slabs of steak and pork, or to whet our appetites with the creamiest pumpkin soups. About 15 minutes into our dinner, the food served had considerably cooled down, and I'd only munched down on about a third of my meal; Kat, about a fourth. But who cared? It was our first dinner together, and, to be more dramatic, the first time our constellations coalesced and pretty much dipped into a galactic vat of the sweetest dreams ever conjured.

The food must have cost a thousand, and we must've only eaten through less than half of it. That was the best part. The economics of love, as they say, isn't one to be bound by rationality; but the returns are indelible as they are delightful, or to take delight in. They exceed whatever zero-sum, pareto-optimal semantic you can throw at me. And for me, the returns traced down the effervescence of Kat's beautiful face, which shone, laughed, and shimmered against the gentle tides of the evening. In rhythm, my heart - amid its congenital murmur - beat with hers, as did my every gesture, gaze and breath.

And had I been cavalier enough, I would've held her hand in the brewing opaqueness of the evening, and told her legendary stuff.

But there was no need for a fairy-tale ending; I felt that pixie-dust, guised as thick Tagaytay fog at 10pm, had already suffused the night and taken over/enhanced our fixations. The fog, fittingly, brought us to a nearby Starbucks for usual musings and helpings of frappuccino and chocolate. (I say "fittingly" because thats how we would, in the months that would follow, style both the convention and splendidness of our coupling.) The night drifted. And drifted. And drifted. It drifted as much as love brewed between two listless, amazing souls. It drifted inasmuch that she could no longer allow night to crossover to dawn. Because I'd spent the past hours basking in the caffeinated bliss of her company, intruding her stories with an artillery of glib and gab, and finding a neverland chapter in her real life storybook, that I couldn't imagine being anywhere else, or with anyone else, at that precise moment of earth's history. Only with her, Kat.

I'd tell the world, despite its perennial immediacy and endless, tireless list of must-to-do's: "I have to go about seeing a girl." (If you'd seen Goodwill Hunting, you'd know this).

And that's what I keep telling the world still, 12 months after, after having just commemorated that first evening in Bag of Beans: I got to go about this girl.

I got to be with my woman. My fiancee, now.

And in another 365 days, or so: My wife.

Absolutely Fitting.

@ Bag of Beans, 365 days after that first one.

Everywhere here: Love brews.

this time, we get to FINISH our food. :)

@ sbucks tagaytay ridge, for the nth time. never fails to perfect the evening.

choc/frappe :)

Bleu Weddings & Events Management Booked!

I have always loved weddings and originally thought I would have a huge role in planning my wedding and will not be needing professional coordinators to work for us. But as the planning progresses, Gabby & I also considered the fact that "who's going to assist us or do this and that for us during the event- Wedding". we need someone to work for/with us a week before and the day of the wedding.

Last Monday (Aug 31), We, together with Gab's mom /tita Susan met with Ms. Bleu and her lovely set of daughters in Techo Hub, CBTL to book her On-the-day coordination for our wedding. Bleu Weddings and Events Management offers complete event planning and consultancy services specializing in Weddings, debuts, graduation balls, anniversaries and more! Her passion for weddings and events inspired me to pursue my dreams of becoming an Event Coordinator someday as per Ms. Bleu "life is too short to spend doing something that you do not feel passionate about!

What a long HAPPY and PRODUCTIVE weekend before the official 12 months countdown BEGINS...

Ms. Bleu, Me, Gab, Tita Susan & The Lovely (youngest) daughter of Ms. Bleu at CBTL

  

The Meeting

The Contract