Always the wedding host, but for once the bachelorette?

recounting memories from December 16, 2010

I had a crazy wedding event today. ( For those who are unaware, I am a wedding host ^_^)

I love it when family and friends are very participative and quick to respond. I can see happy faces and I can hear laughter all around. So I said to myself, “ This is going to be a memorable night.” The power of words…

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We had a feast, dinner was served.

Afterwards, the part of the program most single men and women dreaded to participate finally arrived. I don’t know why, they just gonna enjoy right? That’s my thought as a wedding  host but yes I WOULD NEVER , OVER MY GORGEOUS BODY join that game if ever I were a guest ( which don’t normally happens these days). I would probably pretend as a centerpiece or hide under the table or walk out of the hall the moment I sense “danger”.   Anyway, just a brief history, back on the day when I first met my wedding couple, they specified that they wanted a conspiracy, to set-up 2 particular people. I was cool with that, excited even!

 On the day of the wedding, I was informed that the single lady to be set-up with the guy was not around so I told the bride to let fate decide who the lucky bachelorette is! The power of words again...

I dealt first with the gentlemen.  I immediately declared  the winning bachelor as he finished the game last. “Our plan is running smoothly!” I said to myself or so I thought. Now, the girls…I suddenly hear the guests shouting,  “ Panalo na yung emcee!” or something like that. My eyes tweaked, come on you gotta be kidding, right? But I saw the bride asks the single ladies to go back to their seats. I was tempted to whisper curses. The crowd’s plea is getting louder and louder, and my protest gets stronger and stronger. Honestly, I wanna cry like a child at that point. This shouldn’t be happening. One of the Ninongs took the microphone from my hand, told me he will take care of the hosting job so I can attend to my duty as the bachelorette of the evening.

Argghh, what else can I do and the rest was history. Let alone these pictures tell the rest...

huhuhu

hindi naman obvious na nababaliw na ako diba?

oh Lord, helffff!!!

nakaw na halik :_( 

umiiyak na ata ako

tsk tsk

victim :_( 

I was really nervous, that was the first time I “won”or should I say APPOINTED?! to play the singles game. I was never been kissed by a stranger and never turned (flaming) red  as I did that night.  On one side, I know I made everyone extra happy (huhuhu).  As of this writing, I already revised my contract and stipulated that I am immune to this kind of thing already. :P

Nevertheless, the bachelor was gentleman enough J The whole “crazy” clan actually was great. Uncles, Aunties, cousins, sister-in-laws etc were all happy people. So happy they even invited me for a post- wedding party few hours after the event. Oh, I was fetched by no other than the bachelor, from my Christmas party

( san ka pa diba? Hahaha) and when we arrived at  BHS, I saw a long table in TGIF with at least 30 people 

( relatives of my bride) and the same people who were cheering during the game. *facepalm*

I had a warm welcome. How warm? “ Welcome to the family Sweet!” They even had a banner prepared for me! This is crazy, in a good way of course. I enjoyed the company of these new friends, I was comfortable, too comfy I ordered Mojito while the rest had Iced Tea ( well some had beers). :P

It’s been a crazy night. A crazy wedding. A crazy group of people. I never thought crazy could be this good. Thanks to the Arevalo/Javier Clan.   Thank you Dave and Che, Thank you Patrick :) Till we all meet again J 

errrr.. souvenir T_T

how sweet ayt? :P 

  

Ready, Fire, Aim

My wedding hosting resumes today after several days of sulking – it was a perfect timing! And yes, life moves on my friends, so whether we like it or not just be like a flowing river. Since I am a commuter I have to take the MRT. I was appalled to see the heavy rain outside, I just thought “ Thank goodness, heaven is in accord  with me”. As I reach the MRT stairs I saw some people avoiding a particular area. It was too late for me to realize that the strong wind collaborated with the rain bringing its strong mist inside the MRT pavement.

WHOOSH!

In a span of 3 seconds I am in the middle of it all, as if a leading actress in a storm scene movie, treading the unknown and exchanging blows with the hurricane. I came out drenched with rain water as if I have bath again (sad face). It ruined my blow dried hair, left my dress with rain dust streaks and my umbrella (Hearty) helpless.

I wasn’t prepared. I had it coming but I neglected the signs thus it didn’t come in handy for me. I am like a little chicken unsheltered, soaked in the rain, waiting for a rescue.

Then my light bulb flickered. I believe we should always be prepared; we might not know when is the next challenge would arrive but never think of yourself as a VICTIM, because the moment you do, your value will slowly die down, your thoughts will be poisoned and your heart will deteriorate. Sometimes we might forget we are armed, just like me when I hadn’t had the chance to take Hearty out from my bag to shield myself from the rain. If in any case we are helpless and we are in no way in control of what’s happening, at the end we always have a choice to see it in a positive or negative note. Hold in your arms the lessons, and hold in your palms the hope of a brighter sky even if you know that another potential rain fall is just around  the corner

originally written on December 16, 2010