I haven't really watched American Idol since the first season, but I'm so glad I watched the finale of this season. TLC plus Beyoncé?? Yum. And I'm so in love with Beyoncé's new song that she performed, that I had to find a video for it on YouTube AND download the track on iTunes.
Oh, and now that school's over, I promise promise promise to stop neglecting my blog. Promise.
One of my favorite websites to browse through is Offbeat Bride, a blog devoted to authentic weddings loaded with couples' personalities; I can't remember how I came about this website, but I have definitely fallen in love with it ever since. I love the idea of opting out of a conventional, traditional wedding to have something more personal, and although I don't plan on getting married until after college, I am always storing inspiration in my wedding folder on my desktop.
I could probably ramble on forever about my ideal wedding, so instead of throwing everything into one massive post, I'll separate it into parts. How many? That's to be determined. This may even turn out to be an ongoing thing on my blog. Yes- I like to talk about and dream up my ideal wedding A LOT.
Location, location, location
I've always wanted a beach wedding, mostly because I could walk barefoot down the makeshift aisle and I can wear a cute dress that went to my knees. Boracay is my ideal, especially if money wasn't an issue, enabling everyone to fly out to the ceremony.
Boracay
Jamaica
"Lovers' Beach" in Cabo San Lucas- *Ding!
Another ideal place I would want to be married- and this one is a recent idea, particularly with Stephen in mind- is in Yokosuka when the cherry blossoms have bloomed. This idea came about because I was thinking that it would be nice to be married somewhere that's relevant to Stephen and I and our relationship together. We met in Yokosuka, so it seems like it would be a beautiful place to have our wedding. Again, this was if money wasn't an issue for ourselves, our family, and our friends.
This isn't in Yokosuka, but you get the idea
The only other place I've ever really considered would be where one of our parents got married. Stephen can only tell me that his parents got married somewhere in the Philippines, and my parents got married right here in Vegas, baby. Yes, Vegas, baby! The Little White Chapel to be exact, those crazy kids.
I thought I'd be able to come up with more places, but I blame my lack of location imagination on the fact that I've always dreamed of having my wedding on a beach. But now that I think about it more, I really like the idea of getting married somewhere that's significant to Stephen and I; although flying out to Japan is too cost-worthy, maybe we'll be able to come up with more memorable places as the years go by.
Please make memories on a beach, please make memories on a beach.
If I could pick a theme song to depict my childhood, it would have to be a song from the Best of the Eagles tape. My dad was a huge fan, so it was almost all we'd listen to every single day. So because school and packing is consuming my life, I have to leave you all with yet another "mood music" post. I have a lot of drafts sitting here, so I promise I'll get to them eventually.
So instead of trying to trudge steadfast through my writer's block for an assignment that's due tomorrow, I decided to take a stroll through the past. I've read through old accounts, old flings, old feelings. It's so therapeutic to rummage through the past with hindsight, especially when I come across old rage, despair, and confusion. It makes me appreciate my present more than I already do- and trust me, I couldn't even begin to describe how appreciative and grateful I am.
With all of that said and done, I've decided to post something I wrote 2 years ago. It's pretty self-explanatory, but I would like to say that I still feel the exact same now as I did then: vindictively blessed.
It hurts my soul when one of the few good men left fails to see his own worth.
How can you seek out responsibility for being the victim? Have you been damaged so severely that being the crutches for someone who can walk perfectly comes second nature to you? Why do you believe that you should be burdened with blame when you were caught in the crossfire of a crazy bitch and her unstable mind?
You don't have to prove how good of a boyfriend you are, because I already knew from day one. And I don't mean day one when we started dating a couple months ago. I mean day one, the very first time I felt an attraction towards you 6 years ago. I never once saw you in whatever tainted light the majority seemed to have cast on you. You're not an asshole for telling it like it is. You're not intimidating, you're inviting. You're not apathetic, you're passionate. You're not evil, you're so good, especially to me.
I resent your pathetic, no good ex-girlfriends who were so quick to hurt you with no remorse, because hurting you in the slightest bit has bruised my soul. However, I'm glad that they decided to throw you to the curb, because I get the pleasure in proving them wrong. While they sift through every single dude that treats them like another notch in his belt, I get to unbuckle yours. While they're beating themselves up throughout another sleepless night, I'll be sleeping in your arms. And when they finally realize that they should be crawling back to you in agony, I'll be looking at you from across the aisle, knowing that I'll be steadily walking towards my future with a good man.