Ah, Sunday. Riot. A few weeks before Christmas, and I could feel the holiday atmosphere rushing in. The kids were in high spirits. We did a nice draft for our dance on the street where some people shooed us (which wasn’t wrong because the giant piles of kids obstructing the road) and some kids joined us (we shooed them away, in the most lovingly manner, because they were not part of the group and they were disturbing the entire practice). Lovel and Claudine brought their musical instruments this morning and I was stunned to see them play. My little talent in piano shrunk when I had to find the chords so I could go along with them. That was today’s fail, among the many others. But I must tell you, the church clapped when I put on the track for the girls to sing. Even the boys are interested to play their part too.
I now have a cactus sitting on my desk. That means that aside from me, there’s another living thing inside this room, and I am not alone. My waking and sleeping moments have become calmer, more pensive, and I wonder if nature spills some magic in the air I breathe. I hope so. I’m giving Caci all the love I could in return.
On Friday morning, I purchased something on ASOS even though I knew it was out of the budget but I insisted, because I need to gift myself something for a year well lived, and besides, the stuff were on sale. Besides, no one is going to give me something I really, really want. Shall I consider this independence?
My cousin got married this Friday. That makes it two familial weddings this year. The other one, set this April, was my Ate Kaye’s. Dina is about five years younger than me, but she and Paul has been going out for 9 years; blessed with a rock-solid relationship, and it’s about time for them to get hitched. After all, none of the girls in dad’s side of the family is more prepared for a wedding than them.
The place was glorious. It was covered with beams and foliage and flower-draped tables bursting with hydrangeas and camellias. I was in awe. The kids did a great job of getting their wedding prepped, thanks to the people who helped them.
I sat on table #5. I had to say that, because 5 is a favorite number and is also the name of my novel’s hero. There were not-so-nice things that made me raise my brow–no, it’s not program related–but overall, it was entirely festive, with so many familiar faces I have longed to meet, including my cousin Diane, who just got home from London. Hers is the sweetest voice I have ever heard, and I’m so glad I had a warm hug, or two, from her and Debbie before we left.
Now, here’s the interesting part. If you do not know, I am 30, turning 31 by the end of December, and it’s just rather logical that people will ask me when will my turn be. Hah. Had four or five people ask me through the night. And a few more before that. The word marriage is looming over my face, and the only problem is,
I remain an NBSB the guy hasn’t arrived yet. Don’t tell me not to be picky. I’ve waited so many years for the right guy only to end up with the next best thing. I’m after the best. I can keep waiting.
Although it would sure be fun if he comes very, very soon.
After, maybe, I’ve written this book?
The funny thing is, this wedding was giving me all the exclamation signs. First of all, Dina and I had so many similarities that many people would say we look alike. No offense to her. Also, I realized that it’s more than the physical aspect: we are both, obviously, introverts; we don’t have too much friends, are bound to have toyo, loves collecting stationery and finally, eats the same wrong type of food that makes us happy. I mean, come on.
And Uncle Ed, during the bride’s walk in the aisle, told me that he thought it was me. WHAT, IS THIS FORESHADOWING? Because I’m going to take it and keep it in my pocket from now on.
@hellocaris ur next! ❤😘✨💩
— Micah David ✨ (@mikogalang) December 10, 2016
You heard ’em, God. You heard em. Make Lucy hurry. Quick.