Wednesday, 28 March 2012
Tuesday, 27 March 2012
W news - W day
Well, as I told you before, I have quite unexpected news for you (for you and for me, actually). Mr. Bubbly and I were already talking about getting married for a while, since we love each other, were already living together abroad, and to make things easier if we had to move to a country outside the EU for a year or so (because career-relative reasons).
We were planning to do a civil intimate celebration with close friends and family only on April 2012 and to throw a big party, the religious wedding itself, next year 2013 during Christmas time, as it's always been my dream. It seemed like a good plan, one we could stick to. And it would be, if Mr. Bubbly weren't the most spontaneous person I know. We arrived to Portugal on a Sunday, 12th February, and went to the civil register office in our home town in the following day. We were actually going to book it for April until the lady asks:
Lady: When would you like it to be?
Mr. Bubbly: In April.
Lady: No, but is there a specific date you would like it to be?
Mr. Bubbly: Well, actually there was a date, but it's impossible. It would be tomorrow, the 14th February, Valentine's Day and the day we'll be celebrating 1 year, 8 months together.
Lady: Well, consider it done! We can definitely book it for tomorrow at 3 p.m.!
Mr. Bubbly: Great! Done then!
And that was it. I was going to get married the following day. It looked unreal, surreal, I don't even know what went through my mind when I was trying to digest it all. I was happy and anxious. After all, I would have to call my parents and say: "Mum, Dad, I'm getting married... TOMORROW!" Indeed, that's what I did. And in the end, it all went well, better than if it had been planned with weeks in advance anyway.
Luckily, I had bought a dress in London for the ceremony, nothing exquisite, something very simple, but that felt like ME. I only packed it to Portugal because it was too big - two sizes bigger - and I needed to have it suited for me. Mr. Bubbly didn't have any of his suits, so he just wore a pair of chino pants (the pair he wore on our first dinner date some weeks after we first met), a white shirt and a grey blazer.
Here are the photos for you. Hope you enjoy! Now, you'll just have to wait for the photos of the real thing next year in December.
Como já vos tinha deixado escapar, tenho noticias inesperadas (para vocês, tal como foram para mim, na altura). Eu e o Mr. Bubbly já andávamos a falar de casamento há imenso tempo, primeiro porque nos amamos, depois porque já estamos a morar juntos fora de Portugal e depois, porque nos facilitaria imenso a vidinha se tivéssemos de sair de Londres e ir para algum país fora da UE durante um ou dois anos por motivos profissionais.
Andávamos a planear realizar a cerimónia civil, algo íntimo e reservado, apenas para família e amigos próximos por volta de Abril, e fazer a real festa no religioso em Dezembro de 2013 (assim teria tempo para planear algo atempadamente apesar da distância física de Portugal), em época de Natal, como eu sempre quis. Este parecia um bom plano; um plano pelo qual nos poderíamos guiar. Pois... Não foi bem assim que aconteceu. Seria um bom plano, se o Mr. Bubbly não fosse a pessoa mais espontânea que conheço. Chegámos a Portugal no dia 12 de Fevereiro, um domingo e fomos ao Registo Civil no dia 13, uma segunda-feira. Tudo decorria como planeado até que a Sra. do Registo pergunta:
Sra.: Para quando gostariam que ficasse marcado?
Mr. Bubbly: Para Abril.
Sra.: Não, mas há alguma data específica que preferissem?
Mr. Bubbly: Bem, na verdade, querer, querer, queríamos que fosse amanhã, dia de S. Valentim e dia em que celebramos um ano e 8 meses juntos, mas isso é, com certeza, impossível.
Sra.: Bem, considerem o vosso casamento marcado! Pode, definitivamente ser amanhã às 2 da tarde.
Mr. Bubbly: Óptimo! Está marcado então!
E foi assim. Eu ia mesmo casar no dia seguinte.Parecia irreal, surreal. Acho que ainda agora não sei bem o que me passou na cabeça, enquanto tentava digerir tanto tráfego de informação. Estava feliz e ansiosa. Afinal, eu ia ter de ligar aos meus pais e dizer: "Mãe, pai, vou-me casar... AMANHÃ!" Na verdade, foi isso mesmo que fiz, e correu tudo bem, melhor até que se tivesse sido planeado com semanas de antecedência.
Felizmente, já tinha comprado um vestido em Londres, nada de espectacular, algo muito simples, mas que era a minha cara. Tinha-o levado comigo, porque era dois tamanhos acima do meu e precisava de apertá-lo para que estivesse pronto em Abril. O Mr. Bubbly não levou fato para Portugal, por isso foi com as calças do nosso primeiro jantar juntos, uma camisa branca e um blazer cinzento.
Deixo-vos com as fotos. Espero que gostem! Agora vão ter de esperar pelas fotos do casamento em Dezembro do próximo ano, que promete ser o somente outro dos dias mais felizes da minha vida. :)
NOTA: Como já devem ter reparado, não vou adoptar o Acordo Ortográfico aqui no blogue, já que não concordo com a introdução do mesmo. Se estivesse a ensinar Português, teria de adoptá-lo nas aulas, assim sendo, já que não estou a ensinar, liberto-me da obrigação de escrever de uma forma que me foi imposta 24 anos depois de ter aprendido a escrever.
NOTA 2: Peço desculpa às 2 pessoas muito especiais que não apareceram nas fotografias que seleccionei, mas não quis expôr alguém muito fofo, um certo J, que aparecia em todas as fotografias em que eles estavam. Eu sei que eles prefeririam assim.
Beijinhos,
A Menina dos Óculos
The Bubbly Girl in Glasses
We were planning to do a civil intimate celebration with close friends and family only on April 2012 and to throw a big party, the religious wedding itself, next year 2013 during Christmas time, as it's always been my dream. It seemed like a good plan, one we could stick to. And it would be, if Mr. Bubbly weren't the most spontaneous person I know. We arrived to Portugal on a Sunday, 12th February, and went to the civil register office in our home town in the following day. We were actually going to book it for April until the lady asks:
Lady: When would you like it to be?
Mr. Bubbly: In April.
Lady: No, but is there a specific date you would like it to be?
Mr. Bubbly: Well, actually there was a date, but it's impossible. It would be tomorrow, the 14th February, Valentine's Day and the day we'll be celebrating 1 year, 8 months together.
Lady: Well, consider it done! We can definitely book it for tomorrow at 3 p.m.!
Mr. Bubbly: Great! Done then!
And that was it. I was going to get married the following day. It looked unreal, surreal, I don't even know what went through my mind when I was trying to digest it all. I was happy and anxious. After all, I would have to call my parents and say: "Mum, Dad, I'm getting married... TOMORROW!" Indeed, that's what I did. And in the end, it all went well, better than if it had been planned with weeks in advance anyway.
Luckily, I had bought a dress in London for the ceremony, nothing exquisite, something very simple, but that felt like ME. I only packed it to Portugal because it was too big - two sizes bigger - and I needed to have it suited for me. Mr. Bubbly didn't have any of his suits, so he just wore a pair of chino pants (the pair he wore on our first dinner date some weeks after we first met), a white shirt and a grey blazer.
Here are the photos for you. Hope you enjoy! Now, you'll just have to wait for the photos of the real thing next year in December.
Como já vos tinha deixado escapar, tenho noticias inesperadas (para vocês, tal como foram para mim, na altura). Eu e o Mr. Bubbly já andávamos a falar de casamento há imenso tempo, primeiro porque nos amamos, depois porque já estamos a morar juntos fora de Portugal e depois, porque nos facilitaria imenso a vidinha se tivéssemos de sair de Londres e ir para algum país fora da UE durante um ou dois anos por motivos profissionais.
Andávamos a planear realizar a cerimónia civil, algo íntimo e reservado, apenas para família e amigos próximos por volta de Abril, e fazer a real festa no religioso em Dezembro de 2013 (assim teria tempo para planear algo atempadamente apesar da distância física de Portugal), em época de Natal, como eu sempre quis. Este parecia um bom plano; um plano pelo qual nos poderíamos guiar. Pois... Não foi bem assim que aconteceu. Seria um bom plano, se o Mr. Bubbly não fosse a pessoa mais espontânea que conheço. Chegámos a Portugal no dia 12 de Fevereiro, um domingo e fomos ao Registo Civil no dia 13, uma segunda-feira. Tudo decorria como planeado até que a Sra. do Registo pergunta:
Sra.: Para quando gostariam que ficasse marcado?
Mr. Bubbly: Para Abril.
Sra.: Não, mas há alguma data específica que preferissem?
Mr. Bubbly: Bem, na verdade, querer, querer, queríamos que fosse amanhã, dia de S. Valentim e dia em que celebramos um ano e 8 meses juntos, mas isso é, com certeza, impossível.
Sra.: Bem, considerem o vosso casamento marcado! Pode, definitivamente ser amanhã às 2 da tarde.
Mr. Bubbly: Óptimo! Está marcado então!
E foi assim. Eu ia mesmo casar no dia seguinte.Parecia irreal, surreal. Acho que ainda agora não sei bem o que me passou na cabeça, enquanto tentava digerir tanto tráfego de informação. Estava feliz e ansiosa. Afinal, eu ia ter de ligar aos meus pais e dizer: "Mãe, pai, vou-me casar... AMANHÃ!" Na verdade, foi isso mesmo que fiz, e correu tudo bem, melhor até que se tivesse sido planeado com semanas de antecedência.
Felizmente, já tinha comprado um vestido em Londres, nada de espectacular, algo muito simples, mas que era a minha cara. Tinha-o levado comigo, porque era dois tamanhos acima do meu e precisava de apertá-lo para que estivesse pronto em Abril. O Mr. Bubbly não levou fato para Portugal, por isso foi com as calças do nosso primeiro jantar juntos, uma camisa branca e um blazer cinzento.
Deixo-vos com as fotos. Espero que gostem! Agora vão ter de esperar pelas fotos do casamento em Dezembro do próximo ano, que promete ser o somente outro dos dias mais felizes da minha vida. :)
NOTA: Como já devem ter reparado, não vou adoptar o Acordo Ortográfico aqui no blogue, já que não concordo com a introdução do mesmo. Se estivesse a ensinar Português, teria de adoptá-lo nas aulas, assim sendo, já que não estou a ensinar, liberto-me da obrigação de escrever de uma forma que me foi imposta 24 anos depois de ter aprendido a escrever.
NOTA 2: Peço desculpa às 2 pessoas muito especiais que não apareceram nas fotografias que seleccionei, mas não quis expôr alguém muito fofo, um certo J, que aparecia em todas as fotografias em que eles estavam. Eu sei que eles prefeririam assim.
Beijinhos,
A Menina dos Óculos
The Bubbly Girl in Glasses
Sunday, 18 March 2012
Thursday, 8 March 2012
lying on the bed-side table...
[you would guess I'm not reading "The Spanish Soccer Coaching Bible" - that's, of course, Mr. Bubbly's book]
Have a nice day!
Beijinhos,
A Menina dos Óculos
The Bubbly Girl in Glasses
Have a nice day!
Beijinhos,
A Menina dos Óculos
The Bubbly Girl in Glasses
Sunday, 4 March 2012
about to
...go to Lucian Freud's portrait exhibition! Can't wait for it! I'll soon update you.
Beijinhos,
A Menina dos Óculos
The Bubbly Girl in Glasses
Beijinhos,
A Menina dos Óculos
The Bubbly Girl in Glasses
Friday, 2 March 2012
Yup, I'm still alive!
Hello, Bubbly Buddies!
How have you been? I have lots of news to tell you about and I don't actually know how to start with.
Firstly, I'm ill (again), looking like a zombie, in bed, with the most terrible flu (again)! Hate this so much! Grrrrrrh!
Secondly, I'm still in London, still loving it and still don't intend to move permanently to Portugal.
Thirdly, my course at Central Saint Martins has been great. I loved it and am now sure that's what I want to do.
Well, and that's it for my brief update. I will leave the biggest surprise for a different post. It will be a long story and I am too sleepy (this flu is killing me) to tell you all about it now.
I've missed you guys!
Beijinhos,
A Menina dos Óculos
The Bubbly Girl in Glasses
How have you been? I have lots of news to tell you about and I don't actually know how to start with.
Firstly, I'm ill (again), looking like a zombie, in bed, with the most terrible flu (again)! Hate this so much! Grrrrrrh!
Secondly, I'm still in London, still loving it and still don't intend to move permanently to Portugal.
Thirdly, my course at Central Saint Martins has been great. I loved it and am now sure that's what I want to do.
Well, and that's it for my brief update. I will leave the biggest surprise for a different post. It will be a long story and I am too sleepy (this flu is killing me) to tell you all about it now.
I've missed you guys!
Beijinhos,
A Menina dos Óculos
The Bubbly Girl in Glasses
Saturday, 14 January 2012
Mission not accomplished
Yesterday, as you may already know, we went to Lucian Freud's portrait exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery. Unfortunately, we didn't succeed at it - no Lucian Freud for the Bubbly Girl -, because it had already sold out. Grrrrh!
The good thing is that we are actually considering to apply for the membership at the NPG. Just think with me: two tickets for a paid exhibition will always be around 28£; two subscriptions for a one-year membership are 70£. We are very likely to spend more than that in the next half a year, if going to all the paid exhibitions - so, there is absolutely no point in saving money temporarily, if we're going to spend much more than that after a year of cultural awareness.
The other piece of news I have for you kind of make me feel sad: one of the couples living with us in London is permanently moving to Portugal. The fact is that they were never truly happy here or, at least, not as happy as they would have been if they lived in Portugal for the time being. Above all, I agree one must be, where one is happy, and although I'm not entirely glad with it, all I wish for them is the best. "Here or there, I know you will be successful. After all, you're a part of our amazing Londoner family!"
Finally, it won't be today that I will share with you the biggest news and huge surprise that has recently occurred in my life - it has been a surprise for me as well -, but since I'm SOOOOO COOOOL, I will give you a tiny clue of what it is all about (the photo shown below). We'll see if you can guess. GOOD LUCK!
Beijinhos,
A Menina dos Óculos
The Bubbly Girl in Glasses
The good thing is that we are actually considering to apply for the membership at the NPG. Just think with me: two tickets for a paid exhibition will always be around 28£; two subscriptions for a one-year membership are 70£. We are very likely to spend more than that in the next half a year, if going to all the paid exhibitions - so, there is absolutely no point in saving money temporarily, if we're going to spend much more than that after a year of cultural awareness.
The other piece of news I have for you kind of make me feel sad: one of the couples living with us in London is permanently moving to Portugal. The fact is that they were never truly happy here or, at least, not as happy as they would have been if they lived in Portugal for the time being. Above all, I agree one must be, where one is happy, and although I'm not entirely glad with it, all I wish for them is the best. "Here or there, I know you will be successful. After all, you're a part of our amazing Londoner family!"
Finally, it won't be today that I will share with you the biggest news and huge surprise that has recently occurred in my life - it has been a surprise for me as well -, but since I'm SOOOOO COOOOL, I will give you a tiny clue of what it is all about (the photo shown below). We'll see if you can guess. GOOD LUCK!
Beijinhos,
A Menina dos Óculos
The Bubbly Girl in Glasses
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