iPod poetry

Where once I used to worship the prose and poetry of the likes of Shakespeare, Christina Rossetti and the Bronte sisters, those books have all been abandoned as I pursue a life in modernity. They lie dusty, forgotten, neglected.

And whose words do I fall over fervently now? Those of Coldplay and Snow Patrol and Nada Surf and Muse and The Killers and Lifehouse and Belle and Sebastian and U2….you get the drift. It’s not very intellectual but hey, nobody can say that these wordsmiths are not accessible. I could go all high-brow and say I listen to Bob Dylan or Bruce Springsteen but I’m just not that kind of girl. Sorry. What really rocks my boat nowadays are emotive lyrics that make me put a song on repeat mode.

Like Coldplay’s “‘Til Kingdom Comes”:
Steal my heart and hold my tongue.
I feel my time, my time has come.
Let me in, unlock the door.
I’ve never felt this way before.

Sooo….it’s not Pulitzer Prize material. It doesn’t move mountains but it can certainly move me to tears. Alright, so I am a product of the popular culture. I love Martha Stewart Weddings magazine! And Sex and the City! And Nylon!

By the way, curating music for the wedding is really quite a bitch. Plowing through 22GB of music (that’s 12 days of non-stop hits for you) is not easy task and that’s not including his stash, which is probably double of mine. So many songs, too little time. My initial playlist could last me through three weddings, seriously. In the end, I decided to be hardhearted and CUT the list. Ouch. That really hurt.

But the one thing I have learned from this task is that you choose what you want to hear at the wedding and not what you think others would want to listen to. Heck, it’s my wedding, I’ll listen to The Cure if I want to.

I mean, it’s our wedding and we’ll listen to The Cure if we want to. We, ours, we, ours. I have got to remember that. The thought of sharing my ensuite bathroom and wardrobe and bed is just…..too much to bear. But I do love you much much, dearie!

I love to Swirl

It’s probably uncool of me to say it but damn, it’s been really fun putting the wedding together.

While my colleagues show sophisticated nonchalance towards their nuptials, in contrast, I am full of exuberance and excitement. Heck, I can’t even pretend to be chill about it even if I want to. I have been enjoying every single minute of this journey, from finding a location that we both feel it’s “us” to going ahead to buying the wedding dress nine months ahead of time because I love tulle, every step has been a mix of anxiety and unbridled joy. Anxiety, because the thought of frittering away our hard-earned savings for one night’s enjoyment over an empty house that needs to be furnished is always at the back of my mind. Joy, because it brings me closer and closer to the start of a new life with my favourite guy.

I know there have been a lot of wedding-related posts these days. But this journey of ours has been a long time coming and after more than eight years, you can see why we’re viewing this with so much enthusiasm and anticipation.

Many wise people have said that the wedding is not as significant as the marriage. But the truth is, when you have been waiting all those years to spend a lifetime with The One, you want the first day to be as as “us” as possible. And that’s what makes it exciting – knowing that the little details here and there represent our personalities and journey.

Funny how things turn out in life, isn’t it? As I was telling Popartgirl, if we hadn’t gone through the highly acrimonious split almost five years ago, we may not be getting married today. It was painful and truly heart-breaking (on my part, at least) but hey, we became all the better for it.

Although we will be married for the rest of our lives, forever still doesn’t feel long enough, and it couldn’t come quicker enough.

(PS: Oh the dress? Got it from Swirl. It’s from Yu and it’s going to be my evening dress for the wedding. It wasn’t what I had in mind for the wedding but once I had set my eyes on it, strangely enough, I couldn’t get it off my head. It’s not a “traditional” evening dress but I think I have learned enough to know that this is a wedding about us and not how it should be.)