A Bridesmaid's Preparation

My best friend got married! She did it, tied the knot and everything. I was really excited because I’ve helped her out with a few things in her wedding. I was really honoured when she asked me to be her bridesmaid (although it was expected, haha), so the preparation was a big one!

I had my hair and makeup at around 12:30 PM, I had to go early because I have 30 inches of mane that has to be put in some sort of do so I’d look elegant in the gown. I went to Sir George in Timog, it’s located just below City Lifestyle building near the Scout Rotonda. My makeup artist was Nelson; he’s a celebrity makeup artist for SOP and also Carmina.

Anyway, he was like a magician with makeup and hair, a Photoshop artist if you will, he obviously KNOWS what he’s doing, one look at me, he knew what make up will look good. He didn’t have to ask for my preference, he was SURE what would look good. The makeup was light, he was very confident in the way he was brushing the powder onto my face, how he applied the eye shadow (which is the trickiest part because I have a slit for an eye. Lol).


They curled my hair and started twisting it around, I wasn’t sure what it would look
like when they were doing it, but they were liberally applying half a bottle of hair spray on my hair, and tons of hairpins, 51 pcs to be exact. It felt like I had a piece of croissant stuck to my head. It was gorgeous.

It was wedding time, the church gate opened, and she was standing right there, as I am writing this, I imagine how nerve wrecking it must be, standing and waiting for the door to open, knowing as you walk in, your life is significantly gonna change forever. I sat there alone beside the flower girls, staring at her back as she was on the process of becoming a missus, I found myself shaking my head in amazement. She really IS getting married, and she did, and I’m glad.

My Best Friend's Wedding

As I am writing this blog, my best friend gets married in less than 3 days. We’ve been friends for over 21 years. We became friends in nursery school, when my sister and her nanny would always be late fetching us, and we would end up in the “waiting room” together. We were 4 years old back then, until we became classmates in kindergarten until grade 6. In high school, we got into different sections, made other friends, but still kept in touch. When college came, we went to the same university but took up different courses.

In 21 years, I’ve seen her in just her panties, I’ve seen her cry, laugh, triumph and fail; I have met her family and she has mine. We’ve become a household name in each other’s household. We were not the stereotypical best friends that do sleepovers or put make up on each other, have pillow fights, or go shopping together. We mostly spoke over the phone, and occasionally met up for important things.

I am at the stage of my life where my social calendar is filled up by attending weddings, bridal showers and engagement parties; despite all of this, the thought of my best friend getting married just wouldn’t sink in. It’s like, it can’t be! We’re same age! We grew up together! Not that any of my reasoning matters or contributes on the decision making process of getting married, but it’s just shocking! She’s the first one to be wed amongst those who are close to me.

I remember when we were probably 13 or at a silly age when we would talk about our weddings, we vowed to be each other’s bridesmaid. Doesn’t matter who gets married first, if it has to be done, one of us will be Mrs. Bridesmaid. Haha. I guess I’d be the one to have a Mrs. Bridesmaid in my wedding.

As I just had my manicure and pedicure, hand spa and foot spa to prepare for the wedding, got my gown and my shoes, got my appointment with the hairdresser it seems like I’ve got every base covered. Yes, seems. I don’t have a date. Ironically, I organize events for people to date. I’ve scanned thru my phonebook, my YM list, my Facebook, zilch; although I did ask someone, who turned out to be busy on Sunday. So now, I think I may just embark on the wedding alone.

I don’t really mind going alone, since I’d prolly be hanging out with some schoolmates there, but it would just be… more fun if I were to go with someone, being all dressed up and everything, it’d feel like prom again. Haha my gawd. Oh I can go on with my prom night, but it’s gonna be a whole new story and it’s just not related. Haha

I hope that this Sunday goes well, I don’t trip, Thea gets married to Hans, I’d look good on my make up, and I’d enjoy the night without a plus 1. I’d be taking lotsa photos during the wedding and post them up soon!

Disco Euphoria

My cousin who’s in his 40s stumbled upon Hotel Intercon’s new gimmick that they are reviving Euphoria! Yes, as in the Euphoria you’ve probably heard from older relatives who were teens in the 80s. I was sceptical at first, was not sure what to expect. Sure Euphoria was cool in the 80s, but hey! We’re in the 21st century man! It can’t be cool!

How I’m glad that I was proven wrong. As I walked in Intercon Hotel, I immediately heard music playing. The event was called, get this, A NIGHT OF DISCO EUPHORIA! Disco? Disco? Haha I thought when they said “reviving” they meant keeping up with Embassy or Ascend and clubs of the like; but NO! They brought back DISCO! I loved it! I walked in, saw myself under a spinning disco ball and technicolor disco lights! My god! This is so cool! I only know of discos from the MTVs of Tiffany and Cyndi Lauper.



It was funny for me to see the people who were there, all of them were 80s people; people who looked like doctors, lawyers, top accountants, business people, insurance people. Haha. It was so great to see more matured people loosen up, which I doubt they do in the morning when they are in their corner offices bossing people around. Haha. Everyone was letting their hair down, no more stiffness, just having fun. People dressed up in their get ups and special dresses, mostly beaded haha (I’m sorry, but I saw a lot of people wearing beaded blouses, dresses and even caps!).

As the moment started to sink in, it dawned on me, the crowd was composed of individual people fully aware of who they were and who they weren't, no head-to-toe staring, and then an epiphany, i was not in a bar, I was sharing the same space with the teens of the 80s.

One thing I think we lack in my generation? Dance steps! The last dance step I remember was the Macarena and which was ages ago (and it’s so not cool, haha). I loved it that we could kick our heels to the song Footloose, or hold our ear and swing our arms to Buttercup, or act out the letters Y-M-C-A.

It is so amazing that you can dance to whatever move you feel like and it’s ok, you don’t have to worry about looking silly, ‘cause the dance steps of the 80s are silly anyway. Haha. I think Euphoria could be the place for people who cannot relate to the bar scenes anymore or you’re simply just stuck in the 80s.

As I finish writing this blog, while kneading my knee from dancing all night long, I hope that I get to experience dancing the 80s style again, ‘cause from last night, I feel like it’s the only way to party!

Matchmaking for Real

It was a Monday night, I was bound for Banawe to go boxing at Sarreal when suddenly the lazy wind blew in my direction, it was also kind of a sad day that time, so I called on a friend to hang out instead. I have been texting with Ronnie for such a long time wanting to meet and catch up so I took the opportunity and went directly to his house and fetched him. It was actually more like an ambush rather than an invitation, haha.

So Ronnie and I headed to Starbucks to just hang out and chat, he started telling me about his work and everything else that comes into mind. Ronnie is one of those people that I just click with, and seem to have tons of things to talk about, conjuring conversations out of thin air.

As we were hanging out, I saw a friend of mine from kindergarten, Cherry. We said our hi's and hello's as she went back to her table. She walked passed our table again and I started a conversation with her. Apparently, she was at Starbucks with her dad (w/ business partners), talking about things that would not keep her in her seat. So I asked her to sit at our table until her dad's done with his meeting, and so she did.

I have not talked to Cherry in probably 10 years, we've always just acknowledged each other but never really gotten to talk or become real friends. I was so surprised to find out that we have so much in common, and that we share alot of same opinions. Talking to her for the first time was like talking to a long lost friend.


Cherry-Ronnie-Ronnie-Cherry. That was it. That was my purpose that night, why the lazy wind blew into my direction. It was mere Destiny as i believe, why Cherry's dad decided to tag her along to a really boring business meeting; why Ronnie was so available that night, i don't know.

There is a saying in Chinese about Destiny that I really love, "With Destiny, you'll meet inspite of being a thousand miles apart; without Destiny, you may be face-to-face but you'll never get to know each other."


There it is. Although I am not a firm believer of Love-at-First-Sight, 'cuz it's never happened to me, but I think that's what happened to Ronnie. When the night ended, he asked me for her number and they just started texting each other.
I am also a non-believer of long courtships, I believe in the simplicity of "me Tarzan, you Jane" sort of thing. Yes, the flirting in between IS fun (and may just be the funnest part), but if you're both looking for a serious relationship, I think, there is no sense in waiting.

After all these events I have organized, we've never gotten to know the feeling of being a matchmaker. Now I know, and it is one of the amazing things that I've gotten to see; how I was used as a tool by LOVE haha (i'm not cynical, see?) to make 2 strangers meet, who would both otherwise walk their own direction in life and not know each other; OR I might just be giving myself too much credit, that they'd probably meet each other one way or another haha. But I'm glad I was part of it.