"THE" wedding that we've been anticipating for the longest time came and went. It was the busiest week i have ever had in a loooooooong time. The wedding, was, as expected, exquisite to the core and wow, did we all have such a great time.
From this experience, i have learned:
1) I will make sure that i pick my bridesmaids according to how much work they are capable of handling and how they manage with stress. Making sure they're all beautiful is a bonus- it does so well for the pictures (even though that sounds completely shallow... i'm lucky because all my girls are gorgeous anyway).
2) Make sure that you have absolutely nothing planned the day after- because post-wedding can be just as much fun (or even more) as the wedding day itself. And
nothing beats "absolutely nothing"- chill, chill, chill.
3) If the venue is located at a far-off place, all the guests should just never leave. It makes for more fun that way- it sucked seeing all the sober people leave because they were preparing themselves for the 2 hour drive back to the city. =(
4) Lots of alcohol makes for interesting pictures.
What am i talking about? I knew that even before the wedding. haha
5) Threelogy is totally hired and recommended to handle wedding AVPs. WOW.
6) Tug of war is not a good wedding game. haha
7) Secret alcoholic beverage is key. =p
8) Special video presentation from close friend leads to tears and makes for good jokes. haha
[this is turning into inside jokes, i'll stop now]
UNemployment:
This might be the first time in my life since i started working where i'm not stressed out, or in a state of panic over not having any gigs lined up for me. It must be because i know something will come up, eventually, and well, i really needed the vacation.
I love my job and everything that has anything to do with it. Looking for music, digging up lost/forgotten tunes, discovering the new "bangers", laughing over the stupid new singles that come out, late night practice sessions, late night recordings, traveling, entertaining a crowd, drinking on the job (haha) and of course, being able to kick it with my people.
Seriously, what's not to love? I'm no major sensation by any means, and my name isn't recognized when it's put out there... but it's fun, it's gotten me by, it's shown me some serious things i wouldn't have experienced otherwise, and i'm working with something i'm passionate about. Not a lot of people can say that about their work.
I consider myself one of the lucky ones.
So... unemployment turned out to be a breath of fresh air and it came right on time for the big reunion i had to be in Baguio for anyway. Therefore, while i was up there, i didn't have to worry about missing work or think of what i had to catch up on when i got back. Everything played out well and not having a job turned out to be more of a blessing than anything else.
The Reunion:
My school turned 100 years old last week.
The faces i saw, the scenes that played out, and the sounds i heard were things i haven't experienced in over a decade. Insane.
It was absolutely wonderful.
There's something about reconnecting with your past that's so refreshing. Being able to relive your fondest memories, and being reminded of the things that have slipped your mind but are great nonetheless.
It's good to know that some things that you deem important are shared by many others. It wasn't something stupid that only affected you. You weren't alone in the thought. To me, that's pretty damn cool.
My favorite would have to be the canteen (cafeteria) stories. There was a discussion brought up about how the new people working at the new canteen were actually NICE. We had this cranky old woman that used to yell at us or take our orders in the crankiest manner. "o, you?? what you want??" In the best Filipino-English accent you can come up with, whilst pointing her finger at you with a grim look on her face.
She was nice when there were teachers or parents in the vicinity. Other than that, she was just cranky. haha
But we got used to her and even though she carried on with that attitude, the students didn't seem to mind.
Then, a certain point was brought up, "Well, have you seen the new students during break? They line up, and they're actually pretty nice. Remember how we were?"
We only had 20 minutes recess time. The Canteen was a small room with one counter for the food, and another tiny counter for the drinks. 20 minutes. All the students. What did you expect, right?
"MANAAAAAAANG!!! MANANG!!!" Yelling and pushing and money in the air. It wasn't something too far from a scene you would see in the movies... of agents on Wall Street.
"We weren't the greatest kids... i'm sure she was pretty nice before then."
The school has changed a lot since i used to go there.
It's really more beautiful than ever.
...and then NOTHING:
After all the hubbub and excitement i collapsed into a 14 hour REM state. It was incredible. And i woke up with absolutely nothing to do.
At last, there was peace. Not to say that all the excitement was a bad thing... but i guess i'm not as crazy as i used to be and a week long of crazy was all i could really take. I was recharged and ready for what my vacation was supposed to be for- cleansing. haha. In the mental sense, anyway.
I was able to write, watch DVDs, read books, and write some more. I was very happy with my accomplishments, and glad to report that i'm awesome. =p
Looking forward to the daily grind in the city... and just fully amazed that i can actually say i've reached IRIE. well, for now, anyway.
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