Benvenuti in Amore

I ask MiAmor how he feels post-marriage. I mean, is he happy ? Is he excited ? Does he feel any difference ? Coz i feel nothing changes in myself.

Then, to my question he answers… " That’s because you are happy every day since you know me."

I rummaged through my wardrobe until almost

midnight

yesterday. I didn’t ask for MiAmor’s assistance, coz I felt like doing it myself so I could rearrange all the stuff inside at my will. Besides, he wasn’t lolling, either ( What else but stuck in front of the computer ? ). But when I had to tiptoe to reach for higher place, as much as a slacker he was against house chores, he defiantly took the wet cloth away from my hand and automatically wiped the dust. Not forget to add vaguely of how dwarf-y I am ……… (n_n;)

And he mopped our bedroom floor, too ! Though, the result’s hideous ( literally soaking wet ) (n_n;)

I think I’m in love, again. v(n_n)v

One thing i learnt when i attended one wedding in my kid age…….Show your shiniest smile on your wedding day, brides-to-be !

My uncle’s wife is a beautiful woman already, but she looked fabulous on their big day. Why ? She stretched white teeth from ear to ear. She wore a smile from the beginning until the end of the ceremony in church. And even in my childish mind, i realized she was the most beautiful bride ever.

It was planted into my subconscious.

On my wedding day, besides the balloon-like gown and heavy makeup, i wore my sweetest smile. (n_n)v

Simon, this is for you . . .

Ps. And i’d better be among the first to know when u’re gonna be married. (n_n)v

Girlz, if u’re about to marry a workaholic, be ready for the following…

MiAmor kept his mobile activated on our wedding day. Only certain people usually contact him in this number ( e.g.me/families ). He kept it on in case his brothers (who couldn’t be home that day) call from overseas. And in case, his men from the store call to ask things. Well, unexpectantly, on that very day, lots of orders called in…intown and outtown customers ! ( Praise the Lord! )

If you (and your bride) don’t mind taking phone in the middle of your wedding sessions, go on !

I personally think it’s a good sign. I mean, i couldn’t be prouder that my husband-to-be accepts lotsa businesses on our wedding day. It’s as if i brought in fortune for him. (n_n)v

Except for the cameraman, he seemed like he’s gonna squeeze us into lasagna. (n_n;)

So, it’s your choice, gentlemen…

Commentz in my last blog by a pretty friend triggered a fresh idea of making new blog. Actually, it’s been a while that this idea’s been hanging around all set to be transformed into words and tips, but i forgot. (n_n;)

So, IVA, this is for you. You ignited a new flame of inspiration to me. (n_n)b

There’s some tips based on my own experience i’d like to share with you guyz.

I’m not gonna advice you to take enough rest or sleep a good night before your wedding. Coz you know, who’s gonna be able to sleep due to the mounting anxiety and anticipation. I know my stamina and of course, it’d be a greatly tiring day. Besides, no matter what day it’d be the next day, we always need our beauty rest. *wink (n_n)

One thing for sure :

Never Ever Ever Ever do a haircut when it’s close to your big day, be it wedding or other events.

I suddenly wore bangs three days before my wedding day, and i looked like a dopey !

My first intention was to neat my hair a little since it’s got too long and i juz couldn’t stand in the hot weather. Instead, i ended up looking stupid. I mean, i really did look like a stupid twenty-six trying in vain to look like teens !

Mom and sis could only stare at me helplessly and shoot me a horrible look. You should see their face, gawping at me.

Then again, those bridal people ? They did amazing piece of miracle, you know.

They miraculously turn an ugly duckling WITH BANGS thoroughly into a bride. (n_n)v

Which earned me a precious compliment from iva ( thx, dear !!! ) to the picz i posted at previous blog.

Still ! Don’t do anything to your hair… (n_n;)

Here’s what I promised ….. Exclusive from our amateur camera taken on June 15th’2008.

MiAmor and I present to you : Our Bedroom. (n_n)v



He’s so sweet ‘n wonderful. Very helpful from the beginning.

After… Uhm, not bad… d(n_n)b

Thankyou… (n_n)/

It was a serene morning as I woke up today. Still dawn, actually, I couldn’t sleep. So I got up and took an inquisitive peek at MiAmor. He didn’t feel well last night and went to bed earlier. And he wasn’t disturbed at all when I bustled around preparing for work. By the time he vaguely murmured asking about time, I’ve already dressed up.

The thing about marriage is, I’m like babysitting. But I have to rack my brain when the baby’s ( my man ) sick. Not to mention, the worry.

All I can do is to shower him with care. I really feel helpless.

I always find excuses to sniff on MiAmor’s face. Okay, kizz him…(n_n)

But now, i smell exactly like himself.

So, every time i miss him… i’ll juz sniff through myself !

Bwahahahaha !!!

(n_n;)

I won’t choke you with any lovely flawless fairytales here, coz no matter how i feel of myself being married (which is still like a dream), it’s not even close to like living in a fairy world. It’s one hell of adjustment !

I accidentally bite my own tongue every time i have to introduce MiAmor as "my HusbanD", which i always mistake as "my BoyFrienD". Honestly, i don’t feel like i’m already married hehehe…At this part, MiAmor could only helplessly frown at me. (n_n;)

Although there’s Mom-in-law, who, by the way, is a GREAT cook !, i desperately miss my own mom. And surprisely ….. her nagging.

I hardly sleep in new places. Seems that my body considers our bedroom as new place and it’s been for two weeks i look like panda.

Besides those adjuztments, i still have to make few others. Well, things aren’t getting better if we’re doing it while complaining on the other side, right ? Well, to my dismay, i don’t think i have things done worse than i predict it will be. Well, at least, i hope so. (n_n)b

Plus…erhm ! MiAMor’s like, got the hottest ass. (n_n;)

As if the most dominate chunk of my heart and flesh has been torn away, now there was emptiness and deep hollow that caused agonizing echoes. Then he came to slowly lighten the sobs and warm the stuck throat, whisper gently it pierced into the icy and darkened night.

Okay, it’s childish. I’m HOMESICK ! As homesick as someone juz married could be. (n_n;) Now i get how my bestfriend felt when she moved to another town with her husband.

But MiAmor’s so sweet, he tries his best to make me comfort. Offers hand to wash the dishes and hugz me to sleep. (n_n)b