How do you want your wedding to be like? A friend asked me this question while we were pondering upon the questions life has thrown at us. I don’t know exactly how the question was formulated. I’m sure it didn’t take an Einstein-like mind to formulate such. Fortunately, I had a ready answer to that. You may exclaim in disbelief that I actually an idea how I wanted my wedding to be like. For somebody like me is a magnet to disastrous relationships, you will probably wonder if what I have is just fantasy or am I really hoping it for real.
Each one of us has a fantasy of the reality. We fantasize of something and hope that it would become real. As for the wedding, here are my fantasized realities:
The ceremony:
I only wanted the priest, the groom, God and me to be present and witness the union. I don’t want spectators. I don’t want people to hover around me during the saying of vows. I want a video or camera placed in certain angles that would capture the moment. I don’t want a photographer or cameraman to man these equipments. I want it to start rolling once the actual rites start.
I know this sound too much....
Probably, I shouldn't get married at all.
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Friday, October 3, 2008
Rich and Poor
Sitting in a mall bench got me thinking about how poor and how rich I am. Poor in the sense that i cant afford to buy the nice dress on the display window of a chic shop. Its a red dress. Nice cut and a not so nice price. I try to imagine wearing the dress. Fits perfectly. The color complements my skin and the style is just perfect. However, i cant afford it. Damn!
A lady walks by, beautiful, slim, fair skinned and clutching a big purse. She checks out the dress. stared at it. Measuring up, sizing up the dress. She went inside. Talked to the lady at the counter. The lady at the counter took the dress off from the display window. The beautiful lady took the dress and went inside the fitting room. After a few minutes, she came out. She's holding the dress closely as if its the greatest treasure on earth. She went to the counter and paid for it. Damn! I just lost the dress i so much wanted. Lost it right in front of my very own eyes. Damn again!
Life is so unfair. Really, it is. The lady who bought the dress is not only beautiful but she also has resources to make herself even more beautiful.
An hour later, I'm still sitting in the same bench contemplating on how to ease my self-made misery, the beautiful lady who bought the beautiful dress walked by again and sat beside me. She's talking on her mobile phone. Her voice was quivering. I can see that she's near tears. “Please, just tonight. I really wanted to see you. I want to talk to you. I really missed you.” This was what she said on the phone. She wasn't able to hold it any longer and she broke down and cried.
I thought of my daughter. Oh how much i miss her and talk to her and listen to her voice. I called my mom in the province and talked to Alix. Alix was really excited. She was laughing and kept saying mommy, mommy, mommy. I cried.
I cried because i realized that i am so rich. So rich with love..so full it. My bank account may say otherwise but deep inside my heart, i felt that i am the richest woman in world because i have a daughter whom i love so much and also feels the same way for me.
A lady walks by, beautiful, slim, fair skinned and clutching a big purse. She checks out the dress. stared at it. Measuring up, sizing up the dress. She went inside. Talked to the lady at the counter. The lady at the counter took the dress off from the display window. The beautiful lady took the dress and went inside the fitting room. After a few minutes, she came out. She's holding the dress closely as if its the greatest treasure on earth. She went to the counter and paid for it. Damn! I just lost the dress i so much wanted. Lost it right in front of my very own eyes. Damn again!
Life is so unfair. Really, it is. The lady who bought the dress is not only beautiful but she also has resources to make herself even more beautiful.
An hour later, I'm still sitting in the same bench contemplating on how to ease my self-made misery, the beautiful lady who bought the beautiful dress walked by again and sat beside me. She's talking on her mobile phone. Her voice was quivering. I can see that she's near tears. “Please, just tonight. I really wanted to see you. I want to talk to you. I really missed you.” This was what she said on the phone. She wasn't able to hold it any longer and she broke down and cried.
I thought of my daughter. Oh how much i miss her and talk to her and listen to her voice. I called my mom in the province and talked to Alix. Alix was really excited. She was laughing and kept saying mommy, mommy, mommy. I cried.
I cried because i realized that i am so rich. So rich with love..so full it. My bank account may say otherwise but deep inside my heart, i felt that i am the richest woman in world because i have a daughter whom i love so much and also feels the same way for me.
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