Great! So I’m also immune to THAT!

The Brat Lurker

As mentioned in my previous posts (not that you’ve bothered to read them hehe), I never saw myself as the feminine type.  Prior to being engaged I always thought that if it’s my time to be a bride, I don’t think I’m gonna feel the same way as normal brides do.  I didn’t think that I will be too specific and persistent with my plans regardless of how trivial they may be.

NOT….apparently, I can still have the tendency to be annoyed by the slightest signs of opposition from Noly or the slightest reaction from him, which show that either he doesn’t get why I’m so into the nitty-gritty of our wedding or if he laughs at my unusual requests (one time, I gave him the cold shoulder for one whole day when he laughed so hard when I told him that a certain church didn’t pass my standards ‘because it doesn’t have a door’).

To my horror, I slowly realized that I can be a bridezilla, if I didn’t get a good grip of my obsessive-compulsive behaviour.  Recently, though, I made it a point that whenever I don’t get my way, I give myself time before I react so that I can also be fair to Noly and be open to his opinions.

oh please...don't let me turn into one...

 

The Nightmare Myths

I am sometimes appalled by bride nightmares but never did I imagine myself having one.  First, because, I don’t normally remember my dreams.  Second, I felt that I can’t be too stressed to have bride nightmares.  So as far as I was concerned, in my world, I won’t be dealing with nightmares.

Apparently and unfortunately, I discovered that I can also be immune to THAT!  This is such a crazy world…hay!

Where are my invites? =(

Anyway, two nights ago, in the midst of a very, very, VERY stressful audit season, I had my first ever bridal nightmare.  It annoys me not only because of the very ‘mababaw’ plot (yet it made me feel sooooo depressed while dreaming about it) but also because atleast I’ll understand if I dreamt of a missed work deadlines or the resident office multo (which we just discussed that day) but the wedding?  What the–? It doesn’t make sense because mid-audit, I decided to set it aside because of my seemingly impossible deadlines.

Annoying…really annoying…If my subconscious is telling me that I’m stressed deep inside but I’m just suppressing it, well, honey, SHUT UP!  Hehehehe…multiple personality ba?  But really, I’m too stressed to deal with my supposed bridal fears.

Well, here’s what happened.  We were already in a church.  First stop:  my dress.  It was a simple dress.  It’s not only a dress but a very simple dress.  It was white period.  I let it go because I told myself “With the bird cage, hmmm…I actually look like Jackie O.  Classy…”

Next stop: After the ceremony, WE DIDN’T HAVE A BRIDAL CAR.  We have no idea how to get there.  We were actually considering a taxi or calling one of our guest friends to give us a ride.  Now this was where things got really bloody.  I started freaking out!  I was like “What?!?!  We don’t have a ride?!?!  We don’t know where to get one while we’re under the hot sun, with an unpleasant view of the LRT in the background?!?!”

But naaahhh…it didn’t end there.  While waiting for Noly to deal with our transpo problem, I was trying to remember if we distributed invites before the wedding.  Then it hit me!  OMG!  We still didn’t receive the invites from our supplier!  Our guests therefore didn’t know where our reception was!  And they were all waiting for us!!! Unfortunately, Noly and I also didn’t know where our reception was!  We weren’t even sure if we booked a reception venue!

Then I started crying…the hysterical type of cry…the type which I felt won’t end.  I told Noly that all those more-than-a-year preparations all came to waste.  I told him that we had a long engagement to have the least possible inconveniences but lo and behold…we had the most embarassing wedding any couple would experience!

…then I woke up.  Annoyed and with a really bad mood.  Crap…  I’m a certified bride now.