<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042811165911081167</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:40:15.829+08:00</updated><category term='Treehouse Story'/><category term='Philippine Wedding Photographer'/><category term='Jungee Marcelo'/><category term='Rock Paper Scissors'/><category term='Jason Magbanua'/><category term='Sonya&apos;s Garden'/><category term='Philippine Wedding Videographer'/><title type='text'>07.06.2011</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mitch Tizon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514965376691299789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMIsrn6dCmg/Tmp9ehA6hKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bV1kPEwpmEk/s220/aa.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042811165911081167.post-8671736855229856904</id><published>2011-09-09T23:25:00.042+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T09:46:31.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippine Wedding Videographer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Magbanua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treehouse Story'/><title type='text'>backblogging: the video</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jasonmagbanua.com/"&gt;Jason Magbanua&lt;/a&gt; was my dream. But his HD rate was Anthony's nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I've followed Jason's blog since the beginning of this engagement, more than a year ago, and I've imagined how my video would rock it, the JMag way. But the fiance doesn't get the Jason Magbanua dream, and believes that there are less expensive packages out there that are as good as Jason's. Of course, we brides know in our guts that no one else comes close to JMag's level of epicness. But I also knew I wasn't going to win this argument, so I looked away, and bid a painful goodbye to the god of all wedding greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the JM standards that I had, finding someone else was next to impossible. Others are just not creative enough, or too corny, or too scripted, or too old-school, or had a jologs approach on video that made me cringe, or are still too expensive. I was beginning to lose hope that I'd find anyone that I actually like because we were running out of time. I was worried that I'd end up playing a random game of eenie-meenie-meini-moe, and settling on whoever my pointer finger's soulmate was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then &lt;a href="http://treehousestory.com/archives/121"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; appeared right on my Facebook feed. Excited, I googled Treehouse Story, landed on their website, and fell inlove with the cute little birds on their page. Yes, I do judge the book by its webpage. Eeeeeeeh kasi feeling ko cute ung website, so cute din ung videos 'cause both came from the same source of creativity and ingenuity. &lt;em&gt;Naks!&lt;/em&gt; :p I remember tweeting this after THS forwarded their rates to my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651412184586721970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n3pLvQvL09s/Tm3ZcH2bGrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bgZtRR5AU3U/s400/aaaaa.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (referring to THS and Rock Paper Scissors)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.treehousestory.com/"&gt;Treehouse Story&lt;/a&gt; is pretty new to the Philippine wedding scene, but they totally rock. Their works are tasteful, and it's the first thing had me sold. Oh, and yeah, according to the majority of our female guests, I had the "coolest photographers, and the hottest videographers" &lt;em&gt;Sabeeeeeeeh???? Haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27160727?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=c9ff23" frameborder="0" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/27160727"&gt;Anthony &amp;amp; Mitch 07.06.11&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/treehousestory"&gt;Treehouse Story&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;I love Alesi for including a part of the song n the video. (You can read about how the song was born &lt;a href="http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/were-getting-original-song-as-wedding.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) And to share with you the rest of my vows, here's the complete lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY I GIVE YOU ME &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I give you my eyes&lt;br /&gt;They will look at you&lt;br /&gt;With love so true&lt;br /&gt;Today I give you my hands&lt;br /&gt;They will hold you dear&lt;br /&gt;Assure that I’m near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes will sparkle with your image&lt;br /&gt;and stare at you through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;my hands will lift up and encourage&lt;br /&gt;touch the very soul you thrive within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I GIVE YOU ME&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BE WITH YOU FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;FROM THIS MOMENT EVER AFTER&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I GIVE YOU ME&lt;br /&gt;FOR WORSE OR FOR BETTER&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU MORE THAN LIFE CAN OFFER&lt;br /&gt;FROM NOW ON&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE, MY ALL&lt;br /&gt;AS GOD IS MY WITNESS&lt;br /&gt;I PROMISE YOU TODAY I GIVE YOU ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I become your half&lt;br /&gt;And yet I’ve never felt this whole&lt;br /&gt;Today I give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;It will beat completely&lt;br /&gt;For you only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my soul is quenched by all the love you give&lt;br /&gt;and praises Him, our Lord and King&lt;br /&gt;my heart will keep the vow I now commit&lt;br /&gt;have and hold from this day on I bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…my love… today I give you me…&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I GIVE YOU ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lyrics by: Mitch (concept&amp;amp;cues) / Jungee Marcelo (paraphrased)&lt;br /&gt;music by: Jungee Marcelo ©june2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54489/134/E03ACB316EEB62B926F7B68C54400D0B.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042811165911081167-8671736855229856904?l=herecomesdblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8671736855229856904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9042811165911081167&amp;postID=8671736855229856904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/8671736855229856904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/8671736855229856904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/backblogging-video.html' title='backblogging: the video'/><author><name>Mitch Tizon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514965376691299789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMIsrn6dCmg/Tmp9ehA6hKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bV1kPEwpmEk/s220/aa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n3pLvQvL09s/Tm3ZcH2bGrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bgZtRR5AU3U/s72-c/aaaaa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042811165911081167.post-2912193723473137749</id><published>2011-08-29T18:36:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T04:23:52.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonya&apos;s Garden'/><title type='text'>backblogging: finding the secret garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Look who got us a wedding gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The conya lola, who owns the beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.sonyasgarden.com/"&gt;Sonya's Garden&lt;/a&gt;. She had this sent to our villa, the morning after the wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdrOZmTaQZw/TlvdU3IukwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/K4jqtHWIy5I/s1600/IMG_1755.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdrOZmTaQZw/TlvdU3IukwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/K4jqtHWIy5I/s400/IMG_1755.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646349908306727682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to check the place out early last year, with my entire family. We all fell in love with it and its huge, old-fashioned cottages, but my wedding didn't at first. I mean, it was lovely and serene, but it didn't have grass. It had cute brick paths, and I was kind of fixated on grass during the early stage of our planning. Plus, I had doubts about the food because I've only heard about their vegetarian menu, and I DON'T EAT THAT. So I looked at a hundred more garden venues. Nothing felt right. You know how it is when you're a bride, and you're looking for that perfect place for your wedding. It has to be calling out to you the minute you set foot on its ground. Unfortunately, the perfect grass is worth two hundred grand, and my girlfriends were so close to smuggling weed for me, so I decided I didn't want that anymore, and went back for a second (and third, and fourth...) visit to Sonya's. Been there so many times in a span of two months that I'll find my way there blindfolded. I grew more and more in love with it with every visit, and after the food tasting, oh my gulay, I realized their other dishes are not getting fair treatment! I'm sure bitter sila sa exposure ni lettuce, et al. We had a Filipino menu, and it was just heavenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The villas didn't have much appliances in them, you won't find a flat screen in your room, not even an A/C (not that you'd need it in Tagaytay) but there's lots of books lying around, and the beds, there's like a dozen in one room! There's even day beds in the bathroom! Well, the bathrooms looked like bedrooms, so you can actually lie in bed while watching someone poop. There goes your television ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's our cottage. The whole upstairs was mine and Apple's, while Elo and Mara had downstairs all to themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Photos by &lt;a href="http://www.elocruz.com/"&gt;Elo Cruz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mo8JEupszRo/Tlvv7RtAEVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/klOasnNK0UI/s400/268158_216257395085842_100001047501978_646959_2091508_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646370359482519890" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHGGVXJGFKY/TlvxLudy8FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qugeYZEwfwQ/s400/263954_218047861573462_100001047501978_652763_720662_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646371741592907858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tita&lt;/i&gt; Sonya's gift is a beautiful fushia pink, silk robe, and I love it! Went to say thanks. Look at her, gardening in pink boots, and look at our bagong-gising selves, with the dog she calls Bruno. Or was it Brutus? Shucks, I forget!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pn9OJdx-YiM/Tlv7DFfzWgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fDtJZNPxj6Q/s400/IMG_1758.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646382588272794114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54489/134/E03ACB316EEB62B926F7B68C54400D0B.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042811165911081167-2912193723473137749?l=herecomesdblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2912193723473137749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9042811165911081167&amp;postID=2912193723473137749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/2912193723473137749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/2912193723473137749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/look-who-got-us-wedding-gift.html' title='backblogging: finding the secret garden'/><author><name>Mitch Tizon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514965376691299789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMIsrn6dCmg/Tmp9ehA6hKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bV1kPEwpmEk/s220/aa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdrOZmTaQZw/TlvdU3IukwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/K4jqtHWIy5I/s72-c/IMG_1755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042811165911081167.post-3987492864569681263</id><published>2011-07-22T17:50:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T04:46:35.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippine Wedding Photographer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Paper Scissors'/><title type='text'>this is why i love my wedding photographers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;1. They're genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc7GMwgTI6s/TilInemjHXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TuBuJObB0h4/s1600/jeffroger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632112652070362482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc7GMwgTI6s/TilInemjHXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TuBuJObB0h4/s400/jeffroger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. And so much fun! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54489/134/E03ACB316EEB62B926F7B68C54400D0B.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042811165911081167-3987492864569681263?l=herecomesdblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3987492864569681263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9042811165911081167&amp;postID=3987492864569681263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/3987492864569681263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/3987492864569681263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-why-i-love-my-wedding.html' title='this is why i love my wedding photographers'/><author><name>Mitch Tizon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514965376691299789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMIsrn6dCmg/Tmp9ehA6hKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bV1kPEwpmEk/s220/aa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc7GMwgTI6s/TilInemjHXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TuBuJObB0h4/s72-c/jeffroger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042811165911081167.post-8933278635368607031</id><published>2011-07-12T17:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T02:31:42.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am now officially a mrs. dela paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;But I refuse to be called "misis". I made my new hubby promise never to introduce me to his friends as "misis ko". It sounds so &lt;em&gt;losyang&lt;/em&gt;! In return, I promised him I would never smell like garlic and onion (that's because he'll be the one doing the cooking!) Hey, it's win-win, no?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;So anyway, the Tagaytay garden wedding that I've always wanted finally happened. And I've learned a few important things that I wish I knew back when I was planning the whole thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson no. 1&lt;/strong&gt;: The most important lesson I've learned, which is pretty much useless now, since I won't be needing wedding 101 anytime soon, or ever again. But if you’re getting married, and you love yourself, and if your mind is of any importance to you, GET A WEDDING PLANNER! Otherwise, you're just gonna lose it at some point. I thought it would be fun to do it all myself. I’m a control freak, and I thought hiring a professional wedding specialist would be unnecessary. Plus, they don’t come cheap. But now I fully understand why. It’s because when you’re planning a wedding, you eat stress for breakfast, lunch, and dinner! And sometimes, you’ll have it for dessert too. Sa sobrang busog mo sa stress, yun na din ang ipoopoops mo. I’m not kidding! I enjoyed my wedding, but I admit, I would’ve had smaller eye bags if I got us a planner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson no. 2&lt;/strong&gt;: Takes lots of vitamins. In fact, overdose on vitamin C. If you’re exhausted, and stressed, and sleep-deprived, your immune system is most likely to get back at you during that final week. Two days before the big day, I was burning up with fever, and I had cough and cold, and asthma. I lost my voice, which sucked because I was supposed to sing and record my vow. Vitamins could’ve been my best friend. But if it’s all too late for that, and you desperately want your voice back instantly, read&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson no. 3&lt;/strong&gt;: Two words. Watermelon Frost. It’s magic! I love my sister for searching the whole of metro manila for this, the night before the wedding. And I love our pastor for letting me know such thing exists. You see our officiating pastor is also a &lt;em&gt;Papuri!&lt;/em&gt; Singer, and when I told him I lost my voice, he told me to buy Watermelon Frost from Chinese Drugstores. He guaranteed it works. And it did. What he missed telling me was how disgusting it tasted. It was revolting! But really, I still believe the prayers worked more than the watermelon spray. Funny, I was ready to read the original vow that I wrote, because by lunch time, I still haven’t got my voice back. And then on the way to ceremony, I couldn’t find my vow. What was there was the lyrics of the song version. So I tried to sing it because it would sound weird to read the lyrics aloud. And voila, there my voice was. I was still a little hoarse, but it was enough to pull off a short song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson no. 4&lt;/strong&gt;: Stock up on food for after the wedding because you’ll never have the appetite to eat the food that you paid for at the reception. I’d been so excited about the food because we loved every single dish during the food tasting, but we barely touched anything at the reception. So by midnight, our stomachs were grumbling, and all we had in our villa was a huge bottle of water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I won’t be getting married again, so I’m not sure how these lessons could be of any use to me. But maybe you are, so goodluck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54489/134/E03ACB316EEB62B926F7B68C54400D0B.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042811165911081167-8933278635368607031?l=herecomesdblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8933278635368607031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9042811165911081167&amp;postID=8933278635368607031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/8933278635368607031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/8933278635368607031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-now-officially-mrs-dela-paz.html' title='i am now officially a mrs. dela paz'/><author><name>Mitch Tizon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514965376691299789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMIsrn6dCmg/Tmp9ehA6hKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bV1kPEwpmEk/s220/aa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042811165911081167.post-3677260126356069266</id><published>2011-06-22T12:27:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T05:35:11.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bridal shower</title><content type='html'>I deleted my original bridal shower post simply because it was a mess. And I doubt I'll be able to write anything that's not humiliatingly crappy within the next two weeks, so maybe I could retell this story some other time when my relationship with words is not taking the backseat to my engagement. But I'm sharing pictures to show you how awesome my bridal shower was, and how diabetically sweet my girlfriends are. (Oh shut up, auto correct program! "Diabetically" is acceptable, leave me alone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, here are the pictures. I have to do the party justice, so I'd wait until my writing juju is finally accessible. Enjoy the visuals, and I mean really enjoy the visuals ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What they were doing behind my back:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b_kfuORNIhQ/TgTyQQgUSII/AAAAAAAAAHo/y_kGsMuOPlk/s400/268983_10150228401363493_555973492_7207185_6561262_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621884595987564674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Discovering their event styling talents for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FevHF1nnMDI/TgT0eH-DTvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8WVBE9ldFms/s400/251162_10150212622062117_623972116_7762694_3949147_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621887033237786354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aly hand&lt;i&gt;penteled&lt;/i&gt; each of those those zebra prints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcZn0EFd4yM/TgT1hPSuFCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gq8Lp4IAhfE/s400/260558_10150228407443493_555973492_7207269_374837_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621888186254758946" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Yayi made use of what we've recently learned from YouTube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to make flower pompoms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zx9SIi_MwEQ/TgT3psOJt-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/nytr9MT1ub0/s400/269192_10150228406743493_555973492_7207259_6683256_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621890530482436066" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They got me a cake, look! Oh, on second thought, don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dP1l0V6O90Y/TgT5cYPOaJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/qGDzROH2lVg/s400/270335_10150219047047696_537337695_7135613_7709468_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621892500803184786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's knickers and err-- candies for everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VAhGI-YZzZU/TgT6B1kImTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/M-TNtAmOTWg/s400/270880_10150228403863493_555973492_7207221_4786785_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621893144330672434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yayi prepared a slideshow presentation for me, which I thought was very sweet of her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-28pqXLbq12g/TgT6-tLjJII/AAAAAAAAAI4/La_xLE2EpJA/s400/260420_10150228398538493_555973492_7207147_630423_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621894190052091010" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until slide 8. And now you all know my bra size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OqC4-qZ9fQ8/TgT7wBoFoFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FmShQuBmAKk/s400/259868_10150228407658493_555973492_7207273_25594_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621895037354090578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this, all of this, is what makes a bride, a very happy one, despite all the stress and the constant panic attacks :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YjNBqIJycqk/TgT8lKEJ2HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/r5mHG0WAoDo/s400/267205_10150228407343493_555973492_7207268_5103472_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621895950152358002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-94sH4AZc0Ds/TgT-UYMAMMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uLFwY45Mw6o/s400/259923_10150219046937696_537337695_7135612_7370055_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621897860908855490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you girlies! Love you! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54489/134/E03ACB316EEB62B926F7B68C54400D0B.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042811165911081167-3677260126356069266?l=herecomesdblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3677260126356069266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9042811165911081167&amp;postID=3677260126356069266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/3677260126356069266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/3677260126356069266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-might-have-had-wee-bit-of-hint-that.html' title='the bridal shower'/><author><name>Mitch Tizon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514965376691299789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMIsrn6dCmg/Tmp9ehA6hKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bV1kPEwpmEk/s220/aa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b_kfuORNIhQ/TgTyQQgUSII/AAAAAAAAAHo/y_kGsMuOPlk/s72-c/268983_10150228401363493_555973492_7207185_6561262_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042811165911081167.post-1322411101787620912</id><published>2011-06-21T04:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T05:07:32.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jungee Marcelo'/><title type='text'>we’re getting an original song as wedding gift!</title><content type='html'>You see, my fiancé have more than my mom to ask permission to marry me from. He had to ask my other set of parents, Jungee Marcelo and his beautiful wife, my mamu Anna. I really can’t wait to get to the best part, but let me tell you a little bit about my dada first. If you know the songs “Hataw na”, “SaYahweh” and the most recent one from MYMP “Opposites Attract” his name must be familiar to you. He wrote those among others. He’s a music producer/songwriter/composer/arranger/dance director and head coach to the Philippine All Stars. Yes, I’m a proud daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we went on a double brunch date to talk about the wedding. And here’s the best part. I was about to shove that spoonful of langonisa rice in my mouth, when he asked “Do you want an original song?” I mean, hello????? Was he kidding? The heck, I do! I got so excited , I lost my appetite and the langonisa suddenly tasted like paper. It takes a big deal of emotions for me to lose my appetite, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. I’ll be singing my vows. Just like Lea Salonga. &lt;i&gt;Chos! Ambishosa!&lt;/i&gt; :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My assignment: To start working on my vows immediately after that two-hour brunch, so he could turn it into a song. Unlike other brides, who get to write their vows the same day as their wedding when all their emotions have already perfectly kicked in, I had to weave words that are song worthy, a month sooner. And I had a deadline. Not that I’m complaining :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's our family picture =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4jVX9oKaZY/Tf-tQPgI6CI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Y0Qp_G4UyBQ/s1600/IMG_5914.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4jVX9oKaZY/Tf-tQPgI6CI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Y0Qp_G4UyBQ/s400/IMG_5914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620401354532513826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you dada, you couldn't have given us a more perfect wedding gift. You made me a very happy bride =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wrote the text above a week ago. Only had time to post it now. Good news is, I’m actually done writing. Finished everything last week. Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54489/134/E03ACB316EEB62B926F7B68C54400D0B.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042811165911081167-1322411101787620912?l=herecomesdblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1322411101787620912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9042811165911081167&amp;postID=1322411101787620912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/1322411101787620912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/1322411101787620912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/were-getting-original-song-as-wedding.html' title='we’re getting an original song as wedding gift!'/><author><name>Mitch Tizon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514965376691299789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMIsrn6dCmg/Tmp9ehA6hKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bV1kPEwpmEk/s220/aa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4jVX9oKaZY/Tf-tQPgI6CI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Y0Qp_G4UyBQ/s72-c/IMG_5914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042811165911081167.post-4501236811580313130</id><published>2011-06-03T20:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T19:23:04.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one divi trip is enough to last me a lifetime</title><content type='html'>Who knew that buying parchment paper takes forever? I was excited about this Divi trip, because I've never really been there, except for that one time in college, when I was practically dragged, kicking and screaming, to purchase props and costumes for a theater production project. My friend and I never got farther than Tutuban mall. But now I realize that if you're trying to impress people with your Divisoria experience, Tutuban does not give you actual bragging rights. Tutuban is merely the lobby of the whole of Divi! And i wouldn't mind if Divisoria and I never see each other again. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;DUSAAAAAA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Imagine the back-to-school, last-minute shopping. Mothers and their kids buying two dozens of notebooks, boxes of pencils, intermediate pads, &lt;i&gt;etcetera&lt;/i&gt;, and somewhere in the middle of that was me, begging for the &lt;i&gt;ate&lt;/i&gt; to please sell me ten rolls of parchment paper. &lt;i&gt;Shempre, papansinin ba ko? Hindeeeeee!!!!!&lt;/i&gt; And somebody tell me, why was the picture frame store a hit? Why???? Who buys thirty, assorted picture frames? I mean other than me. I was there to buy a couple, to hold the table numbers, I have a valid reason for being there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;And what's the point of Divisoria if you can't even haggle? I always thought it's synonymous to &lt;i&gt;tawad. &lt;/i&gt;But the only discount that we got the entire day was for a toy bird that my mom got for Stephie. &lt;/span&gt;And then it rained. Paid 350 pesos for a cab. &lt;i&gt;Ay ayun, nakatawad pala ko sa taxi driver, kasi gusto nya 400&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Ayaw ko nga&lt;/i&gt;! Haha, if you think about it, &lt;i&gt;hindi din ako nakatipid&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;napagoda tragedy pa 'ko. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. At least I can wear a shirt that says "I survived Divi." Too bad they don't sell any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54489/134/E03ACB316EEB62B926F7B68C54400D0B.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042811165911081167-4501236811580313130?l=herecomesdblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4501236811580313130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9042811165911081167&amp;postID=4501236811580313130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/4501236811580313130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/4501236811580313130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-divi-trip-is-enough-to-last-me.html' title='one divi trip is enough to last me a lifetime'/><author><name>Mitch Tizon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514965376691299789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMIsrn6dCmg/Tmp9ehA6hKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bV1kPEwpmEk/s220/aa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042811165911081167.post-5702681556613327383</id><published>2011-05-25T16:07:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T01:24:08.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>e-session: check</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know you're one lucky bride if your friends are graphics artists, singers, and photographers. You're even luckier if they rock at what they do. But what makes you the most blessed bride ever, is if your friends are willing to ditch their personal to-do-lists, and would give up their weekends to make way for your wedding preps hysterics. Mine all did. And I'm just soooooo grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was our engagement shoot with my friends from &lt;a href="http://www.ragephoto.net/"&gt;Rage&lt;/a&gt;. Mara and Elo rounded up the troop at six o'clock in the morning, and we convoyed to a huge field in Baliuag, Bulacan, complete with cow poop and taller-than-me-&lt;i&gt;talahibs&lt;/i&gt;. It's where the &lt;i&gt;manongs &lt;/i&gt;park their cows! By eight a.m, the scorching heat of the sun was enough to fry eggs, and bacons, and hotdogs too! Shempre we ignored the heat, and the &lt;em&gt;pawis&lt;/em&gt;, and smiled like it wasn't forty degrees out there. I was already planning on spending part of our wedding fund on every papaya soap known to the Philippine market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To Mara, Elo, George, and Jaypil, thank you for braving the intense summer heat for this shoot. You didn't have to, but you did. We all turned about twenty shades darker, but it was such a riot, I don't even care anymore. Of course, I'm not sure if I could say the same for you (I know how fair and flawless you all were) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kaya sige&lt;/span&gt;, I'll have boxes of assorted whitening products Fed-ex'd to each of your homes. Lol! But, really, thank you for doing this for us, and for taking care of me and Anthony the entire time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Let me share with you some of the BTS photos from the afternoon shoot. Look, they even had an actual door made!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/61448682@N03/5761452294/" title="242171_219350124761520_100000596017056_821889_7779251_o by mitchiritchit, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3398/5761452294_d89073e6b9.jpg" width="500" height="320" alt="242171_219350124761520_100000596017056_821889_7779251_o" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/61448682@N03/5761457070/" title="240074_219349164761616_100000596017056_821874_2562732_o by mitchiritchit, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5150/5761457070_4b88fb610f.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="240074_219349164761616_100000596017056_821874_2562732_o" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Mara and Elo!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/61448682@N03/5761828732/" title="elomara by mitchiritchit, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2240/5761828732_eb53b355de.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="elomara" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit Elo at &lt;a href="http://www.elocruz.com/"&gt;www.elocruz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54489/134/E03ACB316EEB62B926F7B68C54400D0B.png" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042811165911081167-5702681556613327383?l=herecomesdblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/5702681556613327383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/5702681556613327383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/rage-weekend.html' title='e-session: check'/><author><name>Mitch Tizon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514965376691299789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMIsrn6dCmg/Tmp9ehA6hKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bV1kPEwpmEk/s220/aa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3398/5761452294_d89073e6b9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042811165911081167.post-8875024990518040763</id><published>2011-05-18T17:23:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T15:11:00.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't remember ever being this busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Not even during my college thesis days. My brain is now a huge mental post-it storage, and is about to experience a system crash, worse than the millenium bug crisis. I have suppliers to meet, people to call, endless things to do. No wonder people only get married once. Errr, newfound respect for those who do it more ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;So remind me to get all of these done by the end of the week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book photographers' tickets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Before there was even a venue, or a caterer, or a wedding dress, there were already photographers. &lt;em&gt;Oo, priority ang picture picture&lt;/em&gt;! You see, I fell in love with &lt;a href="http://rockpaperscissorsph.com/"&gt;Rock Paper Scissors &lt;/a&gt;the second I saw &lt;a href="http://www.bridalbook.ph/articles/featured-wedding-josephine-brian/?filter=1&amp;amp;keyword=brian"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; on Bridal Book. But it took a good thirty minutes for me to notice that they're actually based in Cebu. So I made a mental computation-okay, scrap that, I majored in Communications, I don't do mental computations, I do calculators. So after that painful math moment, I realized, the cost of flying them in to Manila and taking care of their accommodation would probably be the same if I were to get rockstar photographers from the Metro. And there's always an out-of-town charge for Tagaytay weddings anyway, so I prayed for a CebuPac Piso Fare, and sent the down payment as soon as I've convinced myself that flight delays very seldom happen. Please be with me on this one, and don't say anything other than "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;oo nga&lt;/span&gt;". I need my peace of mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scout for a band&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Since practically half of our guests sing and perform for a living, I'd only be needing a keyboardist, a guitarist, and maybe a beatboxer (is that what it's called?). In short, an acoustic band, minus the singer. The singing would be taken care of by our talented friends. &lt;em&gt;Shempre hindi pa nila alam yun, ngayon pa lang ;) &lt;/em&gt;So if you know anyone who plays acoustic, please, please, please, let us know. I'd give you an extra cupcake at the wedding if we're able to get the band, referred by you. &lt;em&gt;O&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;pinky promise pa&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;yan ha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finalize the copy for the invitions. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I've just seen the layout of our invites, and I'm excited! Marriane designed the layout as a wedding gift, and it's adorable! Did I tell you, Marz, how much I love you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meet with the florist. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I booked the florist on a wedding fair, and when she asked me what kind of flowers I want for the wedding, I totally just stared at her. Right. There are a gazillion kinds of flowers, and I'm horticulturally challenged! So I just googled "wedding bouquet", and downloaded the pictures of the ones that look pretty, so I could just point at the photos and tell the florist which ones I like. In fairness, &lt;em&gt;narecognize ko naman ang roses&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make that shopping list for our Divi trip next week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I need to get a couple of things for my DIY projects, so I'm dragging my mom to Divisoria to hunt for the best bargains. I barely have a month to finish everything, and I feel like I'm developing an anxiety disorder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get my bridesmaids' and flower girls' cute butts to my couturier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This is the most difficult. My bridesmaids and flower girls (actually, their moms) have the most impossible schedules ever! And to make it even more problematic, they literally live in different time zones! But yea, I still love you girls to bits, you know that. Just please, save me the panic attacks and go get your measurements taken. I mean it! ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I have about a million more things to do outside of this list. This is basically just an excuse for me to write, because I feel like I'm about to lose it, and writing calms my nerves . Can't afford to be a basket case this soon, so let's have the blog fulfill it's purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;P.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Don't worry about me, I'm happy. I just get panicky, but I'm staring at my ring finger with a smile on my face :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54489/134/E03ACB316EEB62B926F7B68C54400D0B.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042811165911081167-8875024990518040763?l=herecomesdblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/8875024990518040763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/8875024990518040763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-brain-is-now-huge-mental-post-it.html' title='i don&apos;t remember ever being this busy'/><author><name>Mitch Tizon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514965376691299789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMIsrn6dCmg/Tmp9ehA6hKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bV1kPEwpmEk/s220/aa.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042811165911081167.post-8998228756874201684</id><published>2011-04-30T22:37:00.036+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T11:59:33.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;So we're getting married on our 6th anniversary. Hardly two months from now. This isn't much of a surprise to our families and closest friends, as they are very well aware of how long we've been planning this shindig, how many times the wedding date has been moved, and how frequently we change our minds about everything. But we never really made an official announcement (until now, that is) so for those who've been out of the loop... SURPRISE! We just felt like the usual dinner/movie dates are getting old, so we thought we'd throw a party this year for a change ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Anyway, I know we're a little behind the schedule, I had no idea planning a wedding could murder my brain cells. And since July 6 would fall on a Wednesday, I understand you need details asap to give you enough time to come up with a wicked strategy to file that leave (and maybe practice your acting skills). And that's exactly what I constructed this blog for, so I could post updates and talk to all of you at the same time. To our guests who are flying in from everywhere to see us be all cheesy and emotional on our wedding day, this is how I'll keep you posted. And to my girlfriends, I promise I'd try not to flood your mailboxes with pegs and crazy ideas anymore, and just have them uploaded here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time to put Mr. Clean to work&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;After changing our minds ten million times about the concept and motif (actually just mine, my groom would rather not get involved in the girliness of it all) it's final. White wedding it is. Look at how nice and fresh you would all look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://nsa02.casimages.com/img/2008/07/02/0807020105093897939.jpg" width="500" align="center" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;But wait, there's more! You're not seeing all those teacups and teapots and an awful lot of floral prints on this page for no reason. You're gonna be seeing more of those at the wedding. Tea, anyone? Yup, I have a feeling you get the picture. And yes, this has me, written all over it. Hey, at least I'm not making you wear pink in all possible shades. I promise to go easy on the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;As for the rest of the details, I'll make sure you have enough time for everything. See that chatbox over there on the right? Just holler and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;By the way, I didn't bother deleting my sample post, so if you're wondering, no, Marriane is not the name of my blog. It's not an alternative to "Dear Diary". And If I was ever going to name my blog that, I would give it two N's instead of two R's. (Kidding, M! Love you!) &lt;a href="http://maryanelnar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marriane&lt;/a&gt; is my very creative, and brilliant friend who designed this gorgeous template for me. If you need her services, you can leave her a shout out &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/marriane.elnar"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. If she likes you, she just might do it for a tall caramel frappuccino. Or a cookie. Don't worry, she's easy to please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;So. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I'll See you in July? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Kisses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54489/134/E03ACB316EEB62B926F7B68C54400D0B.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042811165911081167-8998228756874201684?l=herecomesdblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8998228756874201684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9042811165911081167&amp;postID=8998228756874201684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/8998228756874201684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/8998228756874201684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-you-are-wondering-who-marriane-is.html' title='yes, finally.'/><author><name>Mitch Tizon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514965376691299789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMIsrn6dCmg/Tmp9ehA6hKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bV1kPEwpmEk/s220/aa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042811165911081167.post-210344238359840602</id><published>2011-04-28T19:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T12:00:32.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear marriane,</title><content type='html'>I have absolutely no idea how to start writing. There are a million things swimming in my head right now, including teacups, teabags, everything tea, and your freakin' &lt;em&gt;piyestang bayan banderitas.&lt;/em&gt; I think I'm getting a tea-flavored migraine. Too much excitement is giving me a bad case of writer's block. Fix me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54489/134/E03ACB316EEB62B926F7B68C54400D0B.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042811165911081167-210344238359840602?l=herecomesdblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/feeds/210344238359840602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9042811165911081167&amp;postID=210344238359840602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/210344238359840602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042811165911081167/posts/default/210344238359840602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesdblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-marriane.html' title='dear marriane,'/><author><name>Mitch Tizon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514965376691299789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMIsrn6dCmg/Tmp9ehA6hKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bV1kPEwpmEk/s220/aa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
