<?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-6941510780679697007</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:46:07.192-04:00</updated><category term='reception'/><category term='photography'/><title type='text'>Maureen and Victor</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-9101375625419219503</id><published>2010-05-13T15:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T16:06:29.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Mister Rotund</title><content type='html'>As per my last post, I am continuing my mini-saga about my mini bridal party members! If you are an avid follower of this blog, then I have no doubt that you will recognize the youngest member who was officially added the latest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S-xZUhvoOwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/m8pbGNTvP04/s1600/IMG_5781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S-xZUhvoOwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/m8pbGNTvP04/s400/IMG_5781.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470845856538704642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those gorgeous eyes. And nose. And mouth. So hard to resist. When I videochat with this guy, I want to reach into the screen and steal him from my sister. Fortunately, even Steve Jobs has yet to come up with a way to do that, otherwise I would find a grouchy 4-month-old in my hands. Aside from the obvious fact that I don't know how to take care of a baby 24 hours a day, I would also have no source of food for him, and BOY DOES HE LOVE HIS FOOD. Even when he is chilling 5 minutes after a feeding, he will stare at anything resembling something that could be safely consumed, particularly if someone is in the middle of consumption. I hope he doesn't eat his way out of the wagon. No, I'm serious, I hope he doesn't eat so much he gets too big for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-9101375625419219503?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/9101375625419219503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-mister-rotund.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/9101375625419219503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/9101375625419219503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-mister-rotund.html' title='Little Mister Rotund'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S-xZUhvoOwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/m8pbGNTvP04/s72-c/IMG_5781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-3452453632070036684</id><published>2010-05-09T22:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:17:13.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Sassy</title><content type='html'>While invitation-sending time is coming up quickly, I still have a weddingless week left in New York to deal with, so I decided that I would do a series of quick and adorable little quips about my three mini attendants. I still have yet to find the perfect photo of one of them for the website, but I am planning to catch her in an enrapturing and natural gleeful expression come VBS week. For today, however, I will spend a bit to talk about her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear everybody, meet Chloe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S-dphuhmwlI/AAAAAAAAAII/Jg_8esREO_E/s1600/IMG_3043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S-dphuhmwlI/AAAAAAAAAII/Jg_8esREO_E/s400/IMG_3043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469456300610339410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one of those blessed souls who can't help but be brutally authentic. Her mother tells me stories of when, in a fit of anger, she will convincingly proclaim, "I no love you!" only to turn around minutes later, roll her eyes and confess, "Okay mommy, I love you." She is such a bundle of attitude and energy packed into a 28 pound body, and I'm told that a shy hug from her means she loves you times a million. When her ridiculously cute face gives a big smile, my heart just melts. Yes, even when it's a mischievous one. While I am a fan of a smooth wedding procession, a secret part of me hopes she will display one of her playful antics as she tromps down the aisle to add a little spice to the whole day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-3452453632070036684?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/3452453632070036684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-miss-sassy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/3452453632070036684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/3452453632070036684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-miss-sassy.html' title='Little Miss Sassy'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S-dphuhmwlI/AAAAAAAAAII/Jg_8esREO_E/s72-c/IMG_3043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-288564629685328714</id><published>2010-04-10T13:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T14:09:29.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Transportation</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, my sister and brother-in-law have a new baby! Well, he's about 11-weeks-old at this point, so by the standards of anyone less than seven-years-old, he's not really "new" anymore. In fact, he's quite old and we probably would have already finished playing with him and moved on to a new fad were he a toy. But he's not, and I am older than seven, so I am still completely in love and enthralled with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As another group of you know and almost all of you can probably infer, Victor and I have assigned him the honorable task of ring-bearer for our wedding! Since he will be little more than six and some months old, we aren't quite expecting him to bound down the aisle of the sanctuary in a tux walking on his own two feet, so the issue of transportation down that path has raised a few questions. Victor and I have fallen in love with this little wagon down here below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S8C8gm5sSiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fxXUDQUgv0U/s1600/IMG_5468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S8C8gm5sSiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fxXUDQUgv0U/s400/IMG_5468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458570016757402146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it adorable? I personally really love it. It's kind of tiny, but provided the baby does not grow to be bigger than a one-year-old by the time the wedding rolls around (although rumor has it, we have some serious threat of that disaster), I think it would be fabulous to use. And wouldn't Maci look so cute toting this down the aisle with Micah sitting in there with something to cushion his already cushioned booty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when Victor brought this home and my family saw this, my mother immediately said that it would not do, and if Micah was traveling down the lane with any kind of vehicle, it would be the carriage that she recently purchased. Actually, she said stroller, but when THIS shows up at your house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S8C-VUTjskI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6rOOb4hF6GU/s1600/IMG_5898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S8C-VUTjskI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6rOOb4hF6GU/s400/IMG_5898.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458572021810311746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it's a little difficult to still categorize it as anything other than a carriage. Granted it's cute, but not exactly what I had imagined carrying my ring boy down the aisle to prelude my own entrance. How would anybody even see him??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we all know my obvious bias of affection towards the original wagon, but what thinks you all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-288564629685328714?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/288564629685328714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2010/04/transportation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/288564629685328714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/288564629685328714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2010/04/transportation.html' title='Transportation'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S8C8gm5sSiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fxXUDQUgv0U/s72-c/IMG_5468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-2830700555100020649</id><published>2010-04-02T18:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T18:51:21.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can has musik?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://peter.stillhq.com/jasmine/blog/kitty-dj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 323px;" src="http://peter.stillhq.com/jasmine/blog/kitty-dj.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, Maureen and I thought that we would have our faithful iPod be our DJ.  I mean, iPod knew all the music we liked, iPod is very good at taking directions, iPod had even begun working with us to make playlists and most importantly, iPod was free.  But after hearing how iPod had betrayed a bride and groom at another wedding, we decided to reconsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Steve Jobs, your iPod can't do everything.  So we got a professional DJ!  Very detailed oriented, friendly and he will not be playing any songs by Lady GaGa, sorry but I hate her songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-2830700555100020649?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/2830700555100020649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-can-has-musik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/2830700555100020649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/2830700555100020649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-can-has-musik.html' title='I can has musik?'/><author><name>victorlim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kWdHycBU94/SeF-rNbgkWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dO8Cvxp_Tcw/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-9022759372194063322</id><published>2010-03-21T09:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:22:45.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Action!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S6YbWEoV9RI/AAAAAAAAAHk/A-W_yIN_fGY/s1600-h/Videocamera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S6YbWEoV9RI/AAAAAAAAAHk/A-W_yIN_fGY/s400/Videocamera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451074464992589074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after a tidbit of advice, a couple of hours of internal debate, and a few days of active discussion, Victor and I have decided to hire a videographer! And we got a discount for having a Sunday wedding! (Beginner's hint to all wedding planners: all days other than Saturday pretty much always gets discounts of some kind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I've never attended a wedding that had a videographer, so I'm not quite sure just how intrusive or awkward it will be. And to be honest, I never even thought about recording our wedding until my sister and her Victor brought up the fact that they had a couple of camcorders set up on a tripod, but no one ever got to splicing and dicing the parts, so now no one can really have fun watching anything. (Anybody up for a little video splicing and dicing on behalf of my sister and her nuptials?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after hearing that, I am definitely much excited about the prospect of having something from our wedding that Victor and I (and our hopefully coming offspring) can re-watch and listen to for years to come. And to laugh at and moan about when we are both fat and balding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding about the balding part. And kind of the fat part. Yeah, I really hope neither of us ever reach that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, if, at the wedding, you find yourself face-to-face with our videographer and his video camera (although this guy says that he does journalistic/fly-on-the-wall style, so he won't actually TALK to you or ask you questions), just act natural. I mean it! Natural! I know half of my friends are divas dying from lack of fame and fortune, but try to hold back, mkay? kthanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-9022759372194063322?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/9022759372194063322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2010/03/action.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/9022759372194063322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/9022759372194063322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2010/03/action.html' title='Action!'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S6YbWEoV9RI/AAAAAAAAAHk/A-W_yIN_fGY/s72-c/Videocamera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-4227031441293060571</id><published>2010-03-11T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:44:23.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preserved Goods</title><content type='html'>Someone needs to think of a way to bottle baby cuteness to reserve for miserable days. But mayhaps that is what pictures and memorabilia are supposed to be for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S5mpB5tKVZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/62fR0Ho-42Y/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S5mpB5tKVZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/62fR0Ho-42Y/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447571074416530834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew is the coolest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-4227031441293060571?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/4227031441293060571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2010/03/preserved-goods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/4227031441293060571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/4227031441293060571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2010/03/preserved-goods.html' title='Preserved Goods'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S5mpB5tKVZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/62fR0Ho-42Y/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-8913021885568486128</id><published>2010-02-28T20:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:16:44.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spidey Sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S4sUes3FL1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/yPCIE1_VvmQ/s1600-h/website.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S4sUes3FL1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/yPCIE1_VvmQ/s400/website.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443467092278194002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello friends! Sorry for a month of sparse updates, but really nothing has been happening, I promise. BUT! a mere two days ago, Miss Stephanie Awesome Pan has finished coding bits and pieces of our website! The URL is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://maureenandvictor.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, our address is SO original. Right now, it's just the home page that has information of any sort, but as time goes on, more and more will be completed! So yes, in case you are that bored at work or class or whatever, and since, apparently, this blog will be getting fewer updates from now on (I mean come on, most of the big things have been covered, right?) you can all amuse yourselves there and stare at our wonderful website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't told me this outright, but I'm sure Stephanie Awesome Pan is up for some freelance work in case you are interested :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-8913021885568486128?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/8913021885568486128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2010/02/spidey-sense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/8913021885568486128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/8913021885568486128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2010/02/spidey-sense.html' title='Spidey Sense'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S4sUes3FL1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/yPCIE1_VvmQ/s72-c/website.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-649160664623364529</id><published>2010-02-01T22:05:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:09:32.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>181</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S2eW7Gs23MI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Uk8ooDS_-qI/s1600-h/calendar-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S2eW7Gs23MI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Uk8ooDS_-qI/s400/calendar-pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433477417600998594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only six months until the big day! Leslie and I have been pretty regularly corresponding about graphics and images for our wedding stationary, and it's made me notice how ridiculously quickly time passes. Not only have invitations been ordered, but I have been hectically collecting emails so that we can get the save-the-dates out quickly and promptly. I've also been making sparse plans for my trip home in March so that I can have sufficient time to address those envelopes. And can you believe it's been ten months since Victor proposed to me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm back on the East Coast, wedding crazy-ness isn't as present in my life, but once in awhile I will get into a panic when I think of all I have to do. Just today, I had a panic attack because I owed Stephanie some information that was due YESTERDAY, and I just remembered to email the company ordering the invitations the approval for their proofs a few days ago even though I got the email a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the number of email threads tagged "Wedding" increases in my Gmail inbox, I'm starting to look more critically at the ideas that I have and how it relates to what this day and this relationship is all about. A few of my previously strongly-held ideas have been thrown out the window as too extravagant and as something that really misses the point of this event anyway. I'm happy to say that I am concentrating more on the meanings of everything that we have, and I am also talking with Victor more and more about each of my crazy ideas. He, of course, contributes more willingly now that the day is closer :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-649160664623364529?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/649160664623364529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2010/02/181.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/649160664623364529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/649160664623364529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2010/02/181.html' title='181'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S2eW7Gs23MI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Uk8ooDS_-qI/s72-c/calendar-pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-4373218373125291891</id><published>2010-01-14T21:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:01:19.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Request the Honour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S0_Wrz2N2-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/AmbnWIoAlBk/s1600-h/wedding+invitations+3+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S0_Wrz2N2-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/AmbnWIoAlBk/s400/wedding+invitations+3+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426792124145064930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, what a productive break this has been! Today, my mom and I headed to DirectBuy and purchased an order for 200 beautiful wedding invitations. The process was a bit longer than I expected, but thanks to the lovely staff at the store and the 50% discount I get from my parents' membership, I enjoyed every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, I had thought that I would be DIY-ing my invitations due to the enormous costs of your typical invitation. With an average price of $5-$9 per set (including the invitation, blank outer envelope, reception card, and reply card), I was more than ready to roll up my sleeves and get down to printing, reprinting (because I am bound to make mistakes), cutting, folding, and stuffing some 150 to 200 invitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mother, the anti-DIYer of the household, tried to dissuade me from this decision by always stopping by the wedding stationary section of any store that happened to have it, always highlighting how beautiful it was to have thermography or embossed print, features by which a homemade invitation would be hard to come. At first, her pleading could sway me no more than a tree trunk moves by a slight breeze. Then, I found the perfect invitation at a highly discounted price and she might as well have bulldozed me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while our electronic save-the-dates are still in the works, I am expecting an emailed proof of my invi - I mean, VICTOR AND MY invitations and the whole batch to arrive within the next month or so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, do you personally prefer honOr or honOUr?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-4373218373125291891?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/4373218373125291891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2010/01/request-honour.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/4373218373125291891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/4373218373125291891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2010/01/request-honour.html' title='Request the Honour'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S0_Wrz2N2-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/AmbnWIoAlBk/s72-c/wedding+invitations+3+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-6225813547080920035</id><published>2010-01-07T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T01:07:16.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Agnes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S0bI0YVCeSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ue1OZAlZcfY/s1600-h/blog+image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S0bI0YVCeSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ue1OZAlZcfY/s400/blog+image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424243603423787298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say that I am truly appreciative for my maid of honor, Agnes. After a number of emails back and forth between the other maids, Agnes and I have finally gotten down a couple of designs for the bridesmaid dresses (the above is just a simple and quickly drawn example)! I decided from the beginning to follow after my sister's footprints by allowing my maids to have options in deciding what they wanted their dresses to look like. No, I wasn't volunteering for the monstrosity of having 5 opinions deciding on one thing, but instead gave them the color, the material, and a basic shape. They could then alter the details as much as they felt was necessary (neckline, straps, bodice patterns, etc). I'm excited to send the order off and to see them in a few months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be ordering the dresses from the same company from which I'm ordering my bridal dress. The whole process reminded me that I still needed to think and browse more for my reception dress, since I'm not too much of a fan of walking around with a giant bustle on my butt for an evening during which I should be having fun. So after a satisfying dinner of lamb chops (yum!), my mom and I sat down with a pile of bridal magazines and flipped through a couple of them, and I think we've got a pattern down for that as well. Now it's just waiting for Agnes to come back from her trip to sunny San Diego so I can figure out what that material is... Oh Agony, what would I do without you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-6225813547080920035?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/6225813547080920035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you-agnes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/6225813547080920035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/6225813547080920035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you-agnes.html' title='Thank you Agnes'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/S0bI0YVCeSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ue1OZAlZcfY/s72-c/blog+image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-7780696208734088294</id><published>2009-12-27T19:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:28:10.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>White Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Szf62tS36KI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EEGEIg3Fczg/s1600-h/Lago_dIdro_sport_-_Snowboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Szf62tS36KI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EEGEIg3Fczg/s400/Lago_dIdro_sport_-_Snowboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420076494342318242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, our family decided to have ourselves a merry little white Christmas by taking a trip to Tahoe with some family friends and my precious fiance. This was to be the first snowboard/ski trip for both Victor and Chachu, our family friend (who also came with his parents), so we wanted it to be memorable. And memorable, it is to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we took our equipment and decided to practice a bit on a small hill that quickly became boring. Today, we actually purchased lift tickets and took a few trips down the (not so) treacherous and icy mountain. On the last run of the day, I decided to sit it out and spent the next 20 or so minutes looking for my brother and Victor to come charging down the hill. I saw John speed by and looked expectantly up the hill only to see Victor fall on his back and do a couple flips until he finally stopped. And stayed still. For awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic me, I thought he was simply recuperating from a big fall. After he got up, took off his snowboard, walked the little bit of the rest of the way down, talked to my brother at the bottom of the hill, and came to where I was, I started realizing that something.. was not... quite right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Victor had a concussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am definitely not cut out for 50 first dates, especially since I started wanting to smack him after we had THE SAME CONVERSATION about three times. I usually knew that the conversation had restarted when Victor would ask "What happened?" or "Did I fall?" The next couple of questions would then be "Am I going to law school at Santa Clara?" followed by "Am I marrying you on August 1?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John says that people usually ask questions about things most important to them when they're trying to remember things after a concussion, so I was a bit flattered the first time he asked that. After maybe the 3rd or 4th time, I started getting annoyed and snappy. He didn't ask anymore after that, so I think his unconscious decided to finally embed that knowledge permanently. Especially since he started saying, "I am marrying you on August 1. Right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my mother is going to make the next 4 or so generations of our family wear helmets when we go skiing or snowboarding due to this fall. Thanks a lot Victor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-7780696208734088294?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/7780696208734088294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/12/white-christmas.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/7780696208734088294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/7780696208734088294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/12/white-christmas.html' title='White Christmas'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Szf62tS36KI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EEGEIg3Fczg/s72-c/Lago_dIdro_sport_-_Snowboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-5468097312527887645</id><published>2009-12-07T22:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:57:41.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Sx3JpZa1r6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3SYzJ26d4rk/s1600-h/2009-12-01-LuxuryGifts15_rect540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Sx3JpZa1r6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3SYzJ26d4rk/s400/2009-12-01-LuxuryGifts15_rect540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412704040204480418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love the blog Apartment Therapy: the Kitchen. I love how it fills my google reader with hundreds of posts every week from its plethora of authors, and I love that each of the writers give the blog a little something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of their (more) recent posts is about 15 small luxuries for home cooks [which you can read &lt;a href="http://www.thekitchn.com/thekitchn/holiday-gift-guide-small-luxuries-for-home-cooks-102810"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;], and it talks about some artisan cheeses. This led to a hankering for some artisan cheeses to consume myself. I sense an upcoming trip to a local cheese shop coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I am planning to drag Victor with me here and there and around the city for a full day of fun and non-studying on Friday so that I can get my fill of the city's holiday spirit (Bryant Park holiday shops, Union Square holiday market, Rockefeller Christmas tree, etc!) before I go home, and mayhaps I shall add this little shop to the list and have ourselves a mini cheese and wine party (consisting of... one cheese and one wine). Still, I am looking forward to it. I love Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you guys can't wait for as the holidays come up? Any creative ideas I can steal from you? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-5468097312527887645?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/5468097312527887645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/5468097312527887645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/5468097312527887645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-yourself.html' title='Have Yourself'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Sx3JpZa1r6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3SYzJ26d4rk/s72-c/2009-12-01-LuxuryGifts15_rect540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-8252272985957727240</id><published>2009-12-01T12:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:49:54.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wheatoncollege.edu/acs/career/images/calendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 495px; height: 371px;" src="http://wheatoncollege.edu/acs/career/images/calendar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello faithful followers of our blog!  There are many exciting developments happening; but, it would be premature to announce them now.  There is one announcement that I would like to make and hopefully, many of you will be excited to hear this announcement.  If not, then I apologize for wasting your time and you can skip down to the joke posted below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Originally, Maureen and I had hoped to be wedded on August 7th, 2010.  Many things were set:  vendors were booked, ceremonies were being mapped out in our heads and we were counting down the days.  Then disaster struck in the form a scheduling conflict.  The allHOC retreat was scheduled for that same weekend...DOOM!  MAYHEM!!  WHERE IS BATMAN?!?! Fortunately for us, all our vendors were available on our new date August 1, 2010.  I am posting this as a claim of right.  Maureen and I officially claim August 1st as our wedding day--where I will be claiming her...as my bride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Joke time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(17, 17, 17);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Two snakes were out taking a stroll when the son snake turns to the mother snake and asks: "Mommy! Are we poisonous?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, yes we are", says the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the baby snake asks, "Are you sure we're poisonous?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, we are very poisonous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby snake becomes very upset. Again, he asks, "Are we really really poisonous?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes we are really really poisonous. In fact we're the most poisonous snakes in the world. Why do you ask?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just bit my lip!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-8252272985957727240?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/8252272985957727240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-faithful-followers-of-our-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/8252272985957727240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/8252272985957727240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-faithful-followers-of-our-blog.html' title='Snake!'/><author><name>victorlim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kWdHycBU94/SeF-rNbgkWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dO8Cvxp_Tcw/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-4550756705579444842</id><published>2009-11-15T01:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:38:56.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May I Help You to Your Seat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Sv-fyZNfbXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8Ouminha-Os/s1600-h/escort-cards-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Sv-fyZNfbXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8Ouminha-Os/s320/escort-cards-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404213765977632114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of working on our papers like the good students we presumably are, Victor and I have instead been working on the escort/seating cards for our reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESCORT/SEATING CARDS?!?!?! You may exclaim. Why would we need to do those when our guest list has yet to be finalized?! How could we possibly be figuring out the seating arrangements when we don't even have a list of people whom we have invited, much less RSVP'd and chosen the chicken or the vegetarian (Just kidding, those will not be our dinner options)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's really more for experimenting with images. Victor and I have decided to try something new and fun and completely us, but that (as always), requires a lot of hard work and research and figuring out. Now that we've got a pretty good idea of what we're going to actually do, I'm getting pretty excited about actually putting these things all together. Though I see myself complaining and whining to my bridesmaids after an hour of measuring, cutting, and gluing there is still a part of me that can't wait for June and July to come so I can get all crafty again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-4550756705579444842?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/4550756705579444842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/11/may-i-help-you-to-your-seat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/4550756705579444842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/4550756705579444842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/11/may-i-help-you-to-your-seat.html' title='May I Help You to Your Seat?'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Sv-fyZNfbXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8Ouminha-Os/s72-c/escort-cards-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-2189120240203468505</id><published>2009-11-10T20:32:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:15:27.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Register me excited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kWdHycBU94/SvpPIaz-OII/AAAAAAAAAE0/Q3zZ08P4f2M/s1600-h/1538270743_088f0b2bf7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kWdHycBU94/SvpPIaz-OII/AAAAAAAAAE0/Q3zZ08P4f2M/s320/1538270743_088f0b2bf7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402717709039188098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone!  I know Maureen has already posted on the registry, but the registry is an ongoing process.   And unfortunately, you don't have the groom's perspective. . . yet.  Registering has definitely been the most exciting part of wedding planning so far.  The reason being that while we were doing the registry, I wasn't only thinking about the wedding but also the impending marriage. Registering for kitchen tools and gadgets made me think about the weekends that we would spend cooking all sorts of goodness.  Oh. . . goodness. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researching for quality appliances and equipment is also fun.   Signing up for Cooks Illustrated one day pass, looking through consumer search and  reading Amazon reviews are very helpful and exciting.  It is at this time that I have to confess to my buying habits.  Most of the time, it takes me a while to buy something, because I will want to have done at least some research or if it is a tangible object in a store. . . I will pick it up and play with it.  This is the most difficult part of shopping for me.  But with registering, life is so much easier because I don't spend 5 hours pacing debating on whether I have the money or should spend the money, because one of our guests will have that opportunity *wink*.  What I can do is research the heck out of that vacuum so that when someone buys it for us, it'll be the best darn vacuum that will last forever.  (FYI:  whoever gets us that vacuum may become my new BFF &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also excited about moving back to California.  And like Maureen, I'm also sad.  It's weird, and I'm sure Maureen feels the same way, but I already miss her and I think I will keep missing her until she graduates in May.  Four months is not that long of a time, technology will help us communicate in ways we couldn't in the past, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's it from me for now, see you in two to three months.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt; just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-2189120240203468505?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/2189120240203468505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/11/register-me-excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/2189120240203468505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/2189120240203468505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/11/register-me-excited.html' title='Register me excited!'/><author><name>victorlim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kWdHycBU94/SeF-rNbgkWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dO8Cvxp_Tcw/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kWdHycBU94/SvpPIaz-OII/AAAAAAAAAE0/Q3zZ08P4f2M/s72-c/1538270743_088f0b2bf7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-214512580412518463</id><published>2009-11-05T19:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:09:39.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Birdie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SvNytxUobaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tV8m6PVN94s/s1600-h/P2250066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SvNytxUobaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tV8m6PVN94s/s320/P2250066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400786508806909346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the weird shiny lights in the photo above, Victor is being whisked away from me for a semester. [GASP] This is both a :( and a :) sort of event. Maybe I should elaborate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, Victor and I decided to apply to schools on both sides of the coast because we wanted to see what else was outside of San Diego/CA. We got lucky and both ended up about an hour from each other in the state of NY. This part, you all probably know. If you don't, I'm not quite sure why you're following this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six months ago, the two of us began to debate whether we wanted to stay in the state or if we wanted to return to California after completion of both our programs. After going back and forth and the life-changing event of my sister's pregnancy, we decided on the latter, with the only remaining question of when. The most realistic option seemed to be for me to graduate from my program in May and then stay here with my new hubby for a year while he finishes his last year, after which we'll be heading back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly before summer vacation ended, Victor found out about Santa Clara Law's transfer program. Now, Santa Clara Law is far from the only JD-granting program that offers the option of transfers. The difference is that SCL is one of the few who offers this option to a second-year student MIDYEAR. The option of transferring seemed to be closed to us when we started talking about it in the summer because most applications had been long overdue, and it's not exactly the kind of move that law schools take lightly. Furthermore, the school Victor currently attends is far from making the top 100 list, while SCL occupies the 85th ranking. Sure, it's no Stanford, but that's still a pretty big jump, so the transfer was far from a guarantee. Victor would also have to forfeit a number of opportunities that he's gained for himself at his current campus, but it all seemed worth it for a network in California and 3000 miles closer to mom and dad (for both of us). So September and October came and went, and Victor's application was turned in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY. Victor sends me an email titled "HEY!" Yes, with the caps and the exclamation mark at the end. Checking the message sends me over to SCL's "application status check" with the revealing information that HE WAS ACCEPTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cheers and whoops go off in my head]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized that he'd be far far away where Shrek's in-laws live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sad faces and pouting erupts]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see, this event is both a cause for celebration and a reason why I might be snappy and irritable for the months of February through May. Just a warning. But be sure to congratulate Victor about this great accomplishment :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-214512580412518463?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/214512580412518463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/11/bye-bye-birdie.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/214512580412518463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/214512580412518463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/11/bye-bye-birdie.html' title='Bye Bye Birdie'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SvNytxUobaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tV8m6PVN94s/s72-c/P2250066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-6767319198105418989</id><published>2009-10-31T21:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:45:36.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A-line or a Bee-line?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SuzlvIXxepI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/e88CaYaSz9g/s1600-h/wedding-dress-porn-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SuzlvIXxepI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/e88CaYaSz9g/s400/wedding-dress-porn-copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398942651174189714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these and more options that are available in stores and on the web (albeit with a hefty price tag), how is a girl to choose? Should I go for fun and flirty? Elegant and smooth? Grand and royal? SO MANY OPTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my partner-in-crime (aka my maid of honor) Agnes and I decided to tackle this central, but largely ignored by the attendees, detail of my wedding day by diving head first into a little dress browsing last weekend. After stepping in and out of what seemed like a million yards of expensive satin, lace, and chiffon, the both of us decided on one basic style that I'm going to alter and tweak a little for the showdown coming next August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving home, I emailed Milly Bridal - located in China - at the recommendation of the ever-so-helpful Priscilla Wong (who recently celebrated her own nuptials), for a custom-designed, one-of-a-kind wedding dress and then sent over a few of the photos that one of the local boutiques allowed the two of us to snag during the dress trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I won't be able to post any more details here, considering that the one man that must be surprised by the shaping and decor of this lovely costume happens to be the one individual with whom I share this blog. Plus, where's the fun if everyone already knows what my wedding dress looks like? I suppose you will all have to be content with  waiting to see me on my very special day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-6767319198105418989?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/6767319198105418989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/10/line-or-bee-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/6767319198105418989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/6767319198105418989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/10/line-or-bee-line.html' title='A-line or a Bee-line?'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SuzlvIXxepI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/e88CaYaSz9g/s72-c/wedding-dress-porn-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-5013779622504878647</id><published>2009-10-25T12:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:39:25.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6 hours of walking with nothing to show for it... yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SuSMcNh1U_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ecuasCj2X2I/s1600-h/gilded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SuSMcNh1U_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ecuasCj2X2I/s320/gilded.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396592669792490482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once upon a time, there was a little girl who dreamed of getting married. Though she spent most of her free hours reading, when she was not paying attention in class she indulged herself in daydreaming about her marriage. She thought about the heirloom fine china, the kitchen full of appliances and cookware, the luscious bathroom towels, and the season-matching bedsheet patterns adorning her four-poster bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST KIDDING. Of course I thought about my future hubby as well. But the good news for the little girl described above is that WE'VE REGISTERED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, the off-day both Victor and I have, we spent 6 hours walking around and browsing Bed Bath and Beyond for the perfect kitchen and dining assistants we hope to have once we tie the knot. It was immensely fun and if anybody DISLIKES this part of their wedding planning, please tell me and I'll do it for you. I am so not kidding, I will really do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's nice to finally update this with something exciting like this. Wedding planning was temporarily halted due to the amount of schoolwork and adjusting I had to do once I returned to school, but all is well because the bridezilla is back! Just kidding, I hope I'm not a bridezilla. The crazy wedding planner is definitely here to stay for awhile though, considering the fact that there are only 286 days until the wedding! (No, I am not counting down, I am merely adding numbers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to more updates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-5013779622504878647?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/5013779622504878647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/10/6-hours-of-walking-with-nothing-to-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/5013779622504878647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/5013779622504878647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/10/6-hours-of-walking-with-nothing-to-show.html' title='6 hours of walking with nothing to show for it... yet.'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SuSMcNh1U_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ecuasCj2X2I/s72-c/gilded.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-4335084187978534565</id><published>2009-08-28T00:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:04:35.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SpdlWPuwWwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GaYT4W_FgU4/s1600-h/nikond80_mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SpdlWPuwWwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GaYT4W_FgU4/s320/nikond80_mirror.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374876113144142594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our venue booked and a date set firmly in place, Victor and I without hesitation booked our photographer! Though we have yet to sign a contract or put down any moolah, I have contacted and made plans to do so with my sister's ever-so-dear friend, Jon Chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me tell you how Jon Chan got into this wedding photography business. An old friend of my sister's, they were hanging out one day way back in 2006 (2005?) before my sister became Mrs. Victor Chiu, and Jon mentioned his secret longing to become a wedding photographer. Well, longing might be too strong of a word. Let's say interest. My sister encouraged him to try it out for once, and volunteered her own beautiful wedding as his first prototype. He agreed and, along with two of their other friends, happily captured many snapshots of Victor and Daphne's nuptials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that he LOVED it. And I mean LOVED. He now does a few weddings a year and is an avid student of the photographic arts, attending classes and shooting everywhere and everything (with his camera, of course). So three short years later, there I am, sitting in my parents' dining room, looking up a variety of photographers, when my sister mentions that maybe I should check out Jon Chan's photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being nearly as silly as my family seems to think I am, I had already thought about it but then felt weird hiring someone who was more like an older brother than a wedding vendor. But after some prompting, I decided to AT LEAST check his photos out. I wander over to http://www.jonchanphotography.com (shameless plugin), and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SpdkxKaT35I/AAAAAAAAAFw/s01-B0hjTgw/s1600-h/jonchan087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SpdkxKaT35I/AAAAAAAAAFw/s01-B0hjTgw/s400/jonchan087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374875476061052818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. I am blown away. His use of vertical space and color amazes me, and even in that lame, quality-less blog insert, I still see a photojournalistic quality that I would love to have in the photos that I will one day show my grandchildren. So of course, I email him, and tell him he is going to photograph my wedding. He, of course, complies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-4335084187978534565?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/4335084187978534565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/08/thousand-words.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/4335084187978534565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/4335084187978534565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/08/thousand-words.html' title='A Thousand Words'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SpdlWPuwWwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GaYT4W_FgU4/s72-c/nikond80_mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-5921555329270770929</id><published>2009-08-24T17:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:08:40.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Watering Hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SpMNJhhT8vI/AAAAAAAAAFg/UZjU1xHUovQ/s1600-h/BallUL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SpMNJhhT8vI/AAAAAAAAAFg/UZjU1xHUovQ/s320/BallUL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373653237651206898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much exploration on the internet and a couple of drives here and there (though not nearly as many as some other couples I know of...) Victor and I have finally found our almost-dream venue for our reception. That's right, folks, it's the SUNNYVALE COMMUNITY CENTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[boos, hisses, and tomatoes get thrown at me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW. Before you completely sweep us aside and call us cheap or unclassy, I think it might help you understand why we decided to go with someplace like this if I explained a bit. First of all, it's not UGLY. I mean, I've seen some pretty butt ugly places, and I think this one has just enough class to be, well, not bad. Second, the reason I say almost-dream venue is because Victor and I love, love, LOVE the idea of being able to customize this place to our hearts' desires with the exclusion of tacks and nails on the walls, all in an effort to realize the vision that's in our heads. My parents tried to convince us to go another route where weddings come boxed up in a package, and I have to say neither of us were too ecstatic about that venue (harhar, get it? venue?). We liked the idea of being able to have a choice in what our guests will eat and drink, the feel they could receive upon entering the room, the colors and decorations that they gaze upon as they listen to the music that we choose, and other things like that. We like projects, and dare I say, a little bit of hard work, to achieve that just-right sort of touch that I've always wanted for our wedding, and I'd have to say he's probably the best person to partner with me on this kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone is interested in helping me brainstorm and decorate this place, be my guest and tell me. Harhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-5921555329270770929?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/5921555329270770929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/08/watering-hole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/5921555329270770929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/5921555329270770929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/08/watering-hole.html' title='The Watering Hole'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SpMNJhhT8vI/AAAAAAAAAFg/UZjU1xHUovQ/s72-c/BallUL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-6644635774163673178</id><published>2009-07-15T18:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:54:01.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>photo boof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jaha.org/edu/img/antique-camera-tripod-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 445px;" src="http://www.jaha.org/edu/img/antique-camera-tripod-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Maureen and I want to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;photobooth&lt;/span&gt; at our wedding.  After browsing some wedding websites, we decided that this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;photobooth&lt;/span&gt; would be best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DIY&lt;/span&gt;.  I mean, we had most of the necessary equipment, i.e. camera and tripod, and photobooth rentals would put a significant strain on our budget.  I had found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;photobooth&lt;/span&gt; software that pairs itself with Mo's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DSLR&lt;/span&gt;, and it offered a free 15day trial!  That means I can download it 14 days before the wedding and test it out and then use it day of!  Fantastic!  I also found out a nifty trick by which you could turn a cell phone headset into a remote shutter button.  We were all set....or so we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tried to put the software together with the remote shutter, plugging camera into the computer for some reason disables the shutter button and pictures can only be taken from the computer....bummer.  So that leaves us with two options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Use the remote shutter and pair the camera with a TV display (if possible) and just take a simple picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Use the software and have some poor soul run to the computer to click the shutter and run back into position.  Which will result a more customizable photograph in the end (e.g. multiple pictures, strips, backgrounds and titles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decisions...decisions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-6644635774163673178?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/6644635774163673178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/07/photo-boof.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/6644635774163673178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/6644635774163673178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/07/photo-boof.html' title='photo boof'/><author><name>victorlim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kWdHycBU94/SeF-rNbgkWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dO8Cvxp_Tcw/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-5241204838327153269</id><published>2009-07-02T17:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:21:37.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tipsy Turvy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Sk0iA7CHTUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XSzUy6tlgio/s1600-h/8011-2007926-wine_tasting1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Sk0iA7CHTUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XSzUy6tlgio/s320/8011-2007926-wine_tasting1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353972931255291202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I had entertained the idea of having a dry wedding, Victor and I realized that we have too many alcoholic friends. Well, not alcoholic (for the most part), but the majority of them do love a little something to help get their groove on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, neither of us looked favorably upon the $20/L price attached to Dionysius' favorite drink. And that's for the nearly incredibly cheap editions too! Don't even begin to talk about how hotels and other venues will overcharge you by an arm and leg, forcing you to pay a $15 corking fee per bottle on top of the wine itself, or charge you $80 for everyone of THEIR bottles (?!?!?!?!!!) We even toyed around with the idea of Trader Joe's two-buck chuck, but those bottles are really a hit or miss sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we've decided to buy boxed wine (yes, BOXED wine), and fill up pre-used wine bottles (washed and scraped of their previous identity) and slapping on our own custom label, as well as literally shoving a cork in it. With this particular project, any wine aficionados around the Bay Area reading this could definitely help us out by saving your own finished wine bottles until I next come home (when my mother will kill me for collecting these things). Also, if anyone, for some very odd reason happens to have a Gilda Hand Corker or a Bench Model Corker, PLEASE let me know as either of these would definitely come in handy, say a couple of weeks before the wedding. And if anyone is already an avid boxed-wine drinker, any recommendations would be well appreciated :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-5241204838327153269?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/5241204838327153269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/07/tipsy-turvy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/5241204838327153269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/5241204838327153269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/07/tipsy-turvy.html' title='Tipsy Turvy'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Sk0iA7CHTUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XSzUy6tlgio/s72-c/8011-2007926-wine_tasting1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-999982223293524759</id><published>2009-06-29T22:48:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:29:59.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Skl9uu_C6TI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/G-mLbcYM1ZM/s1600-h/Piet-Bekaert-Secret-Garden-12589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Skl9uu_C6TI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/G-mLbcYM1ZM/s320/Piet-Bekaert-Secret-Garden-12589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352947873946462514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever read "The Secret Garden"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this book was, by no means, my favorite piece of childhood literature  (a spot reserved for "The Velveteen Rabbit"), there was many a school day where I would spend its afternoon whittling away at my own internal secret garden. Yes, much to my teacher's chagrin every time she waited for my answer after having called on me to answer some silly science or history question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something adventurous and fantastical about having a secret garden while still maintaining intimacy and comfort. When I think of a simple "garden," I still think of things like dirt, wind, too much sun, bugs, etc. But when I think of a "SECRET garden," I think of this imaginative and private world. A garden would be a good place to entertain and to take care of guests, but a secret garden could be an escape and a liberation from everyday life, a retreat of some sort. There's an ethereal quality to it, where you feel like it could just fly away at any moment. But at the same time, you know that the garden is REAL and that it's THERE, making it the best kind of fantasy, one solidly grounded in seeds (forgive the pun) of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that's what I'd like my wedding to be like. Though there's no doubt that I can be a very public and outgoing person, my relationship with Victor has made me understand the value of privacy and intimacy in a very good and abundant way, in my opinion. I think I used to be too quick to share and vomit my life upon others, sometimes to the dismay of those around me as well as to my own self. Having dated such an enigma for so long and now, being engaged to him, I feel as though there's something about our relationship that also has this "secret garden" quality to it that would make this thematic measure all too appropriate for our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, though there's virtually no way I could ever own a secret garden, I can spend the rest of my life cultivating this relationship :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-999982223293524759?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/999982223293524759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/06/secret-garden.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/999982223293524759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/999982223293524759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/06/secret-garden.html' title='Secret Garden'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Skl9uu_C6TI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/G-mLbcYM1ZM/s72-c/Piet-Bekaert-Secret-Garden-12589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-7384474726022623540</id><published>2009-06-23T14:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:56:25.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ANT ATTACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SkEk_6doWiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/T1khI6aSgNk/s1600-h/siblings+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SkEk_6doWiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/T1khI6aSgNk/s320/siblings+05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350598512736754210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE MULTIPLYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever see my sister, take note to annoy and congratulate her because SHE IS FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, pregnant :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-7384474726022623540?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/7384474726022623540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/06/ant-attack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/7384474726022623540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/7384474726022623540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/06/ant-attack.html' title='ANT ATTACK!'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SkEk_6doWiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/T1khI6aSgNk/s72-c/siblings+05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-17635273806760287</id><published>2009-06-22T23:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:17:50.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SkBJOj-d-1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/31bCWxED6hI/s1600-h/IMG_1590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SkBJOj-d-1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/31bCWxED6hI/s320/IMG_1590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350356871840398162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our dear friends Daniel and Marie. I can only hope that our wedding will be as magically genuine as yours was :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-17635273806760287?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/17635273806760287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/06/congratulations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/17635273806760287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/17635273806760287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/06/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations!'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SkBJOj-d-1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/31bCWxED6hI/s72-c/IMG_1590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-3709356308302719725</id><published>2009-06-12T22:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:59:52.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from the groom!</title><content type='html'>I actually do not have much to say other than that I am excited.  More so about marriage than the wedding, but the wedding is cool too.  I can't wait to wear the long white veil...I mean...tall top hat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-3709356308302719725?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/3709356308302719725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-from-groom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/3709356308302719725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/3709356308302719725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-from-groom.html' title='Hello from the groom!'/><author><name>victorlim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kWdHycBU94/SeF-rNbgkWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dO8Cvxp_Tcw/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-5594210317314546798</id><published>2009-06-04T11:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:34:40.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUCCESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SifpeuL4QLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mT4lVwAojZw/s1600-h/img_6922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SifpeuL4QLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mT4lVwAojZw/s320/img_6922.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343496196901585074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember this guy over here on the left? WE FOUND IT. A fellow Bay Area resident used it for her wedding way back in 2004, and just recently got around to reselling it. The fortunate consumer? Yours truly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I couldn't have done it without my trusty, dusty middleman, Mr. Robert Chang. He happened to be going back home to Fremont the weekend after I had discovered the craigslisting, oh so conveniently close to the Fremont/Newark area in which the seller resided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a hop, a skip, and a jump later, this bad boy is now (I'm assuming) somewhere in Rob's house, just waiting for delivery and/or pickup when I return to the Bay Area :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-5594210317314546798?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/5594210317314546798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/06/success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/5594210317314546798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/5594210317314546798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/06/success.html' title='SUCCESS'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SifpeuL4QLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mT4lVwAojZw/s72-c/img_6922.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-2692933224960434813</id><published>2009-05-28T17:13:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:21:03.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YUM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Sh7--WeOS5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hPSiolYeHsA/s1600-h/IMG_1377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Sh7--WeOS5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hPSiolYeHsA/s320/IMG_1377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340986555245677458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a naive attempt to buy macarons from the Bouchon Bakery half an hour before closing time (seriously, Mo, what were you THINKING?), I instead stumbled upon a wonderful chocolate delight. All those brown pebbles are dots of delicious chocolate frosting, and the little specks are what feels like dippin dots without that melting sensation. And INSIDE, I got another magnificent surprise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Sh7_mu5W25I/AAAAAAAAAEY/lEA-YwQRcyg/s1600-h/IMG_1383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Sh7_mu5W25I/AAAAAAAAAEY/lEA-YwQRcyg/s320/IMG_1383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340987248996703122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, can someone say [drool] with me? Sometimes I wonder if it might be simpler and oh so sweeter to just get married and celebrate with the boy with a giant chocolate cupcake in one hand and a few servings of milk in a classic Disneyland cup in the other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-2692933224960434813?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/2692933224960434813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/05/yum.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/2692933224960434813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/2692933224960434813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/05/yum.html' title='YUM.'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Sh7--WeOS5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hPSiolYeHsA/s72-c/IMG_1377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-7943359562898209880</id><published>2009-05-25T21:40:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:55:54.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faux Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/ShtNAdBu_AI/AAAAAAAAADo/ps2gSL_S8qE/s1600-h/flg500-crgr_enlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/ShtNAdBu_AI/AAAAAAAAADo/ps2gSL_S8qE/s320/flg500-crgr_enlarge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339946453365095426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are some who may accuse me of blasphemy, but I have actually been heavily researching and considering using silk flowers for many of my centerpieces and decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GASP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, call me crazy but I'm simply not sure if having real flowers would be worth the work and effort of maintaining them and keeping them fresh as the day goes on. Using all fresh flowers would mean that I would either have to purchase them from a florist (with an average cost of $100-300 per bouquet and $750 per large piece... yikes!), or seriously abuse my friendships the night before the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently for my sister's wedding, there was just SO MUCH labor involved with the flowers (beautiful as they were), that my parents feel like a DIY endeavor and attitude would just not be worth it. As far as discussion with them goes, they seem to be more a fan of hiring help for this. However, I still can not mentally relax my tight fist and let so much money just slide across the table for flowers that will be wilting within the week, provided they even last the entire summer day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my perfect compromise? Silk flowers. Not only can my creative minds (namely, Beth harhar) and I complete the centerpieces and larger creations a few weeks or even a month before the wedding, well before the typical "pre-wedding stress" kicks in, I can also have a number of masterpieces that I can either save or take apart and keep for the years to come for my own home-decorating endeavors. In addition, since I have had close to zero experience working with flowers, I can also take my time in experimenting with them beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I had been worried about was the fact that they would be FAKE. Sure, it's silk, but it's still FAKE. Nothing can really compare to the soft, delicate feel of a petal personally hand-crafted by God, can it? Well, I suppose not, but in pictures I've been looking at of weddings with faux flower centerpieces (such as the one above), it's fairly difficult to decipher whether the flower's birthplace was in a factory or in a garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, don't worry. The bouquets and boutinierres will still be as real as ever :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-7943359562898209880?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/7943359562898209880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/05/faux-flowers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/7943359562898209880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/7943359562898209880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/05/faux-flowers.html' title='Faux Flowers'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/ShtNAdBu_AI/AAAAAAAAADo/ps2gSL_S8qE/s72-c/flg500-crgr_enlarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-5389503959873190536</id><published>2009-05-15T04:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T04:29:33.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Sg0m_qLrA4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/00__gxC6eIk/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Sg0m_qLrA4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/00__gxC6eIk/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335964008600765314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that song, Do You Hear What I Hear from Christmastime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the only verse currently playing in my head is "do you see what I see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hint, look to the right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-5389503959873190536?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/5389503959873190536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/05/christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/5389503959873190536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/5389503959873190536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/05/christmas.html' title='Christmas?'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/Sg0m_qLrA4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/00__gxC6eIk/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-2384046312937256893</id><published>2009-05-10T00:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:03:04.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The First...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SgZdw_Zb22I/AAAAAAAAADA/bhEK2n78ghI/s1600-h/img_6922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SgZdw_Zb22I/AAAAAAAAADA/bhEK2n78ghI/s320/img_6922.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334053904900152162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of many disappointments that I am sure are to come in this wedding planning. I was browsing through some photos and ideas about weddings, and I stumbled across this cake stand that I, for some really odd, unknown reason, just about FELL IN LOVE WITH. I've really been getting attached to the idea of having home-baked cupcakes with the help of friends, and I wanted to have a nice way of displaying them that wasn't as cluttered and squishy as some of the other images that I've seen. The cupcakes in those cases were cute, yes, but they were also kind of... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;busy.&lt;/span&gt; I can't quite explain what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part of it was that I was okay with that busy-ness because I hadn't really seen anything that made it look better. And then I saw THAT picture over there on the right. Immediately, my mind yelled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[GASP]&lt;/span&gt;. It was my cupcake stand. LOOK AT IT. It's all tight and cute and together, and it's definitely still got a lively fun to its flair, but the air and space just in between the three layers, and the little satellite dishes over on the side let it have more of a classy touch to it all, it was SO PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I searched online, I COULDN'T FIND IT. I had just this photo to go off of, and it took me a good hour and a half of avid searching online to finally discover its beautiful name: the Wilton Garden Cake Stand. So now, I pop this into google search, and it leads me to Bed, Bath and Beyond. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hooray!&lt;/span&gt; I think. Unbenownst to me at that moment, in 5 minutes I would be utterly frustrated and depressed because they DO NOT manufacture that cake stand anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in time, I have scoured every single possible place I can think of, from ebay to craigslist to google shopping to simply typing in a "used" at the end of the name, all in an effort to find my cupcakes their home. But alas, I have come to this blog empty handed. Le sigh. And to add insult to injury, I find out that, because it's made of all iron (look, quality!), it also has a horrifying price tag: $169.99. Makes that thirty dollar giant cupcake pan seem like something you'd get at a thrift store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the end of that adventure. I figure I'll still be able to find something that can replicate its classy touch without shelling out a heart attack. However! If any of you somehow stumble across it used and at a more reasonable price (say, preferably under 100 freaking dollars), I'd be glad to know about it. And again.. le sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-2384046312937256893?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/2384046312937256893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/05/first.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/2384046312937256893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/2384046312937256893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/05/first.html' title='The First...'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SgZdw_Zb22I/AAAAAAAAADA/bhEK2n78ghI/s72-c/img_6922.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-3100836187778196150</id><published>2009-04-21T19:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:07:34.048-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Visually Delicious</title><content type='html'>So this past, beautifully sunny (though semi-windy) Sunday, Victor and I trekked down towards East Central Park and met up with our engagement photographer who offered two of her hours to us for free (yes, completely, 100% free). I just grabbed the CD that she promptly sent to me from my mailbox, and I am happily flipping through them all and analyzing all of my minute flaws. Half jaykay, they are really beautiful. It was so fortunate that we went on a day that was neither glaringly bright nor dismally gray. I tried uploading a few onto the blog here, but the quality was disappointingly poor. So, of course, I turn to my trusty, dusty winkflash account, but also find it falling tragically short of my expectations. Finally, I trudge over to flickr, which I sort of have been avoiding for unknown reasons other than the fact that SO MANY people seem to have it (though, now that I think about it, they're all the ones with DSLR's... hrmm...) As I am speaking, a few select photos are uploading, and by the end of the post I am sure they will be ready for viewing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why upload so few, you may ask? I personally kind of like an element of surprise and secrecy when it comes to the big day. I don't want to reveal too many images for now simply because I don't know if I'll be placing some of these on thank-you cards, save-the-dates, or maybe just printing them out for people. If I do, I don't want people to think that they can toss my hard-spent six cents simply because they're all online. I want people to actually cherish the paper copy that I choose to give to them. Selfish and silly? Oh, very much so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see on the tab that the flickr upload is 100% complete, so &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smallicedmocha/sets/72157617148582586/show/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; I will offer you a taste of our beautiful faces and leave you all begging for more :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-3100836187778196150?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/3100836187778196150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/04/visually-delicious.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/3100836187778196150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/3100836187778196150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/04/visually-delicious.html' title='Visually Delicious'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-2599576596570095539</id><published>2009-04-13T23:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:21:40.851-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reception'/><title type='text'>Have Your Cake</title><content type='html'>Victor and I have been talking about alternatives to the $900-is-cheap wedding cake, and one of the ideas that I've had brewing in my mind since I took my first couple bites of one, is actually having people help us out by baking like, 300 cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY yes, I know that sounds ridiculous and insane, but I don't see what would be sooo utterly impossible about it. Most of the challenge would probably come from one of two areas: 1) Finding and making a recipe that would put out a cake that is still pleasant and delicious a day or two after the initial baking, and 2) Transporting the monstrosity of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't fuss too much about the perfection of the decoration, mainly because, well, I have Leslie Wang on my side. harhar. Aside from that though, I think a quick swirl of frosting finished with a cute M&amp;amp;M topper (custom-made) is, right now, perfection in my mind. I've sort of been looking up products, such as paper cake boxes, and cupcake stands to see just what my savings could be, assuming the kitchen (and the products) do not become utter disasters come the week of the wedding. While exploring, I discovered THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeP_8zYNVlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0cz7BP45asc/s1600-h/img76m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeP_8zYNVlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0cz7BP45asc/s320/img76m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324380604531037778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, please, look at that beast. ISN'T IT ADORABLE! I want one now just to bake one. AND WHAT A PERFECT TOPPER FOR OUR MOUND OF CUPCAKES. Williams-Sonoma is so fun. Too bad it's ridiculously expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I hate how all the research I've been doing basically says the same thing: Everyone milks weddings for their money. Well, I refuse to let someone take advantage of me, and I also refuse to let someone else just waltz off with the down-payment of my first house (or, at least, part of it) by manipulating me and saying that it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to... become poor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've got a midterm tomorrow and a final on Wednesday that I probably should have been studying for while I was researching this. In any case, if anybody's gonna be in the Bay Area next summer and wouldn't mind being on my ML team (for, manual labor), notify me and I will definitely abuse our friendship in the kindest of ways. In any case, I'm off to have some banana pudding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941510780679697007-2599576596570095539?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/2599576596570095539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-your-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/2599576596570095539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/2599576596570095539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-your-cake.html' title='Have Your Cake'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeP_8zYNVlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0cz7BP45asc/s72-c/img76m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941510780679697007.post-9002780848794421777</id><published>2009-04-11T15:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:37:06.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello New Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;" class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few nights ago I posted Victor and my first weddingnews update on my livejournal, and since nothing has actually happened in the last 36 hours, 18 for which I was asleep, I’m simply transferring that post here:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So the only real news as far as the event itself, is that Victor and I have bagged a free engagement photographer! They’re trying to expand their portfolio because they don’t have any engagement photos yet, but everything is good if it’s free. Today Victor and I went shopping for outfit “enhancements,” but there is still one piece of clothing that I am on the hunt for. I hope 5th Ave. and the giant Macy’s will not disappoint tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have also “narrowed” down the reception site potentials to uh… eighteen. and it IS narrowing because the list used to be EVERYTHING on herecomestheguide.com. At least within the bay area. But I’ve eliminated a good number based on the number of guests we’re thinking of having, and of course general prices. I’m still having a tough time eliminating the ones that are on the more moderately expensive side, just because the photos make the places look so beautiful, and I’m desperately hoping catering prices can be negotiated on the basis of “ethnic preferences.” Haha. I will probably have a post all about what I would like to have for food at some later date, but today is not the day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Also, I’ve been working with the wonderful Leslie Wang on stationary designs, and hopefully that will begin to come to concrete fruition by the time I go home in May or in August, and will be printed and sent by the time we need the send the dates! Probably not for a good half a year or so, but STILL. I am so excited. Somebody stop me from going crazy. Or give me another wedding to help out with. Except now I’m sort of hogging my ideas because I want to use things for my own and I find myself hesitant to give my full imagination for other people. I am so selfish. Eh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay, that’s all the updates for today, and I’m thinking they’ll be few and far between until things start rolling more come this summer. Be excited people! (read: Jen, Leslie, and Roger… and any of the other people who are tempted to discuss this event as “our wedding” instead of “your wedding” when corresponding with me)&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/6941510780679697007-9002780848794421777?l=maureenandvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/9002780848794421777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-new-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/9002780848794421777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941510780679697007/posts/default/9002780848794421777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureenandvictor.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-new-blog.html' title='Hello New Blog!'/><author><name>smallicedmocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046647785405445019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iraYvVStnpg/SeD8dWn_EPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SWpmu_4lKOI/S220/IMG_5252.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
