Saturday, June 24, 2006
I Wed Ding
I love weddings. But it's such a paradoxical thing to even associate weddings to me. Me and a wedding? Nah...
I attended one relative's wedding held at Calaruega. Nice choice of "church." I was told that the Transfiguration Chapel there is fully-booked all-year round for nuptials. I kept on thinking if the bride and groom just want to ride the hype for the famous wedding venue. But we were told later on by the maid of honor that Calaruega was a special place for the bride, who by the way studied HRM in UST, because they had a retreat in Calaruega when they were in fourth year college. She vowed to get married there. And so, there they were...
Anyway, it was funny how the bride's father (my father's nephew, they're almost the same age... uhuh, go figure! We're a huge and complex family!), was really not that smiling. He was crying when he "gave away" his daughter on the altar. He was half-smiling during the photo shoots. He gave a "best wishes and God bless" - only speech. He invited my father to a drinking session later at their house. He was, obviously, unhappy.
It wasn't hard to see why actually. The bride, his eldest daughter (out of four children), is pregnant. I'm not dumb to put two and two. She is just 23 or 24... very young to get married especially when she's at the peak of her career in a cruise ship (where she and her husband met). And because she's pregnant, she has to tie the knot. Fast! Although harried and all, the couple seems to be so in love. And that is all that matters right?
I wouldn't even try refuting that claim for the fear of being branded as a leftist (when it comes to love) again. But when we bid adieu to the girl's parents, the mother laughed and wondered why my younger sister and I didn't join the bouquet-throwing ceremony. She teased my dad for not letting us join it, maybe for the fear of seeing us catch the bouquet and be the next one to tie the knot. To which my father replied, "Hindi pa pwede!," with much conviction. And I could almost hear myself saying, "Don't worry about it, pa. It won't happen to me." (Uhuh... Insert rebuttals here...)
Posted by JA.nelle at 3:02 AM
I Wed Ding
I love weddings. But it's such a paradoxical thing to even associate weddings to me. Me and a wedding? Nah...I attended one relative's wedding held at Calaruega. Nice choice of "church." I was told that the Transfiguration Chapel there is fully-booked all-year round for nuptials. I kept on thinking if the bride and groom just want to ride the hype for the famous wedding venue. But we were told later on by the maid of honor that Calaruega was a special place for the bride, who by the way studied HRM in UST, because they had a retreat in Calaruega when they were in fourth year college. She vowed to get married there. And so, there they were...
Anyway, it was funny how the bride's father (my father's nephew, they're almost the same age... uhuh, go figure! We're a huge and complex family!), was really not that smiling. He was crying when he "gave away" his daughter on the altar. He was half-smiling during the photo shoots. He gave a "best wishes and God bless" - only speech. He invited my father to a drinking session later at their house. He was, obviously, unhappy.
It wasn't hard to see why actually. The bride, his eldest daughter (out of four children), is pregnant. I'm not dumb to put two and two. She is just 23 or 24... very young to get married especially when she's at the peak of her career in a cruise ship (where she and her husband met). And because she's pregnant, she has to tie the knot. Fast! Although harried and all, the couple seems to be so in love. And that is all that matters right?
I wouldn't even try refuting that claim for the fear of being branded as a leftist (when it comes to love) again. But when we bid adieu to the girl's parents, the mother laughed and wondered why my younger sister and I didn't join the bouquet-throwing ceremony. She teased my dad for not letting us join it, maybe for the fear of seeing us catch the bouquet and be the next one to tie the knot. To which my father replied, "Hindi pa pwede!," with much conviction. And I could almost hear myself saying, "Don't worry about it, pa. It won't happen to me." (Uhuh... Insert rebuttals here...)