Goddess, I Am.

When we booked our flight to Boracay, we decided to opt for the “no check-in luggage” option, which ultimately saved us about P800 from the total fare. After all, how heavy can beachwear get?

I just found out, however, that we’re only entitled to bring 5 kilos’ worth of carry-on luggage each. That’s only about 5 bags of sugar! Though I’m not bringing sugar with me because I’m sure there are condiments aplenty in Boracay, I still wonder if 5 kilos is going to be enough for two bikini changes a day, party wear, and sexy lingerie (hey, it’s my honeymoon!) . . . not to mention footwear, books, and whatever, umm, accessories I might think of lugging along with me to the beach.

I wonder if I can get away with wearing half my wardrobe on the plane without looking like the Michelin Man. Surely they’ll weigh my bags, not me!

How awesome is Cebu Pacific? In 2007, I booked a trip to Boracay in May (the trip that changed my life, but that’s another story for another day) for just a little over P2,000, round-trip. That same year, I bought a ticket to Hong Kong for about P3,000, also round-trip. I never got to use it, though, because I moved to Thailand and I had to travel through shitty Air Asia to Macau from Bangkok and take theTurbo Jet to Hong Kong. But hey, P3,000 is still not a bad figure to lose.

This year, they’re doing their fabulous seat sale again (only until the 24th, people!), and The Fiance and I booked tickets for 6 days in Boracay in June for just a little less than P3,000 for both of us. I’m so excited! It will be a pretty late honeymoon since we’re getting hitched in April, but, hey, at least I get to take my favorite man to my absolute favorite place this side of the world!

Maybe one day soon Cebu Pacific will start doing cheap-o flights out of Asia. Who knows? We might get the chance to go on one of those Orlando vacations soon-ish – not that America will be the first place I’d want to visit.

Aahhh… The joy of budget airlines and their overpriced cup noodles. Who could ask for anything more?

I’m writing a book. But before anyone can assume that I’m trying to become the next Audrey Niffenegger, I really have to say that, sadly, it’s not like that.

I’m writing a book because that’s what my job is supposed to be. And though I wish I was getting paid to write something that people will actually read, I’m not. Instead, I’m writing a book so boring that even I am nodding off just writing it. Just imagine: a thousand-page tome on the merits of Blackberry plants will be a very good read compared to my book.

Seriously, I cannot, for the life of me, imagine why anyone would want to buy a book about begging the government for grant money. Until about a week ago, I didn’t even know that private individuals can actually do that, but apparently, if you have a really good excuse, you can.

I swear I feel like I’m losing my sense of humor (not to mention my sanity) by just writing about grant funding like it’s the best thing since sliced bread. The research is absolute torture because the material that I have to go through is about as dry as a 60-year-old woman spinster. To make matters worse, I have to write in an office full of people who are either screaming or singing when Lord knows I need my peace and quiet to get any actual work done.

Ladies and gentlemen, you might want to take this opportunity to say goodbye to the fun, quirky me before you’re left with Iris, dried-up prune and grant writer extraordinaire.

With The Fiance always telling me that I look great, even with unwashed hair and mosquito bites all over my arms, I’ve been sort of assuming that I’m as hot (yeah, right!) as can be. Unfortunately, I can’t possibly ignore my weight gain when three different people have asked me in the past couple of weeks alone if I’m pregnant. Not only that, the scale has told me in no uncertain terms that I’m up five pounds from my usual 110.

I think it’s time I look into weight loss supplements if I’m going to fit into my lovely wedding dress. Or I could just do more exercise than my morning walks to the jeepney depot and window shopping around Ayala. It also doesn’t make me feel better, knowing that swimsuit season is coming up.

I am now sad, sad, sad. *sniffles*

P.S. Please excuse this seemingly mundane – and not to mention lame – post. There’s a deadline I’m trying to catch after I spent the whole of Valentine’s canoodling and eating chocolates..

Yesterday, I took half a day off from work so The Fiance and I could visit the British Consulate. We needed to get his Certificate of No Impediment and pay for some sort of notice that will be posted in the British Embassy for the next 21 days. We can get the actual certificate in March, so it looks like we’re right on schedule for a wedding in late March.

Oh, and I already have a dress – one of my sister’s creations. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but my sister is one heck of a designer. She can do anything from sexy clothes to graphic t-shirts. She’s currently spending her weekends with a lovely woman from TESDA who’s teaching her how to cut and sew. It’ll only be a matter of time before we can start selling her creations, so that’s something to look forward to.

But I digress. Although she probably won’t finish her classes in time to make my wedding dress, I would, at least, want the whole world to know that it’s her design. So without much further ado, I give you my dress:

It’s simple, adorable, and super fun. I didn’t want to be sickeningly traditional because it’s a teeny wedding after all, but I did want to wear just a wee bit of white. I love, love, love the purple sashes and prints along the hemline because they’re not overkill while still being striking enough not to make me gag with all the whiteness.

Yes, I love this dress. I could get married in this dress. Oh, wait, I am getting married in this dress!