I still can't believe I'm not dreaming. I'm still full of joie de vivre up until now and I think it would take me weeks before I could finally get over this great sentiment.

Awww------keiii.. Let's go reminisce...

I was in the shower that Tuesday night, shaking off the day strains I accumulated from doing my first grading grades (apparently, some teachers were kind enough to allow us to compute our own grades-- I'm still hoping for a little miracle on my Math grade--geez!), from droning test reviews (.. Mrs. Rapacon was nice enough to grant me something for answering the petty trick question she threw in class last week, tsk.), and from bloated Catechism classes, when my phone rang. I asked Dessiree, my cousin, to reach the phone for me. I answered it and on the other line was the ever good-looking Dad.

I could still remember how calm Dad's voice was while telling me that baby Shane, the little man, was a he. I couldn't contain the joy I had that night. I wanted to jump, to cry, and scream to everyone's faces that I'm having a baby BROTHER!!! I began feeling thrilled each day to see the couple, see them as happier as ever and see them in their wedding garments most especially.

There wasn't a day that I didn't imagine how romantic the marriage ceremony would be-- like I was the most keyed up person for the upcoming wedding! I kept on thinking and thinking about it everywhere I go-- even in the middle of a loud crowd full of people cheering for their schools in the opening of the Belen-Fernandez Cup (or was it the PRISAA? Damn I can't remember) which, by the way, happened last Thursday (?). Joy Garcia was Dominican School's muse, and I remember going wild with the DS crowd (we, Seniors, specifically) when it was the varsities' turn to do the walking-- and Joy and Allen made us so kilig that they were just so uber bagay! Amp. =P

The DS girl-varsities got to play first for the Dominican School versus PUI that afternoon. Unfortunately, the game turned out to be a total disaster for the Dominicans as the girls got whitewashed by two factors: tension and frustration. However, for Dominicans' defense, I believe it's an excuse, as it was just the first time DS girl-varsities ever played on such serious tournament and in that air-conditioned dome with loads of people watching over them. And I believe, in addition, that if we seniors/Dominicans were there to cheer, I'm sure there would be a big difference in their performance. Too bad, the time limit they gave us wasn't even enough to watch half of the first quarter.

The seniors' fuss for not being able to watch the whole game because of that stupid test review that time was so severe that we all agreed to do anything just to watch DS' next game-- DS guy-varsities versus [General] FQD. So by the time it was the varsity-boys' turn for the game we pledged that we would watch the game no matter what happens. It was on a Friday afternoon and we even thought we wouldn't catch the game on time since Mrs. Sarmiento and Miss Cecil wouldn't let go of us until we perfect the whole performance [that Handog song] that will be performed this Thursday in the Sabayang Pag-awit competition. Paula and I will emcee the event by the way.

Anyway, seemingly out of pure luck, we arrived at the astrodome on time. In fact, Eka and I were the first ones among the DS seniors to arrive. So much for the whole marathon, baby. Then DS crowd gradually increased until Eka and I had one bonus company... ARJUNE!

We were screaming cheers and profanities all throughout the game that the next day we had to come to school with only just a crumb of what remained in our voices. But it was all worth it since the game ended FAIRLY with DS defeating General-FQD by 18 points! TAMBAK! Whoahhahahaha.

That Solomon 4 guy was a scraggy buff.

Anyway, we also had to come to school last Saturday-- the day before the Wedding Day. MAKE UP CLASSES. Amazingly, I never heard myself complain. I even liked that we had classes on a Saturday. The Batch/PE shirt paired with pants had something big to do with it, hah! Anyway, that was the same day Aunt Sally fetched me in school. I spent the night in Binalonan, and then by morning, we dropped by cousin Kathleen's place to fetch her and off to the City Garden Hotel to meet Tita Shao and Dad… the couple!

The first time we arrived at room ***, seeing Dad was a little... offbeat. It was as if the feeling I was supposed to feel consumed me that the only thing I felt was a certain hidden barrier between Dad and me, separating whatever's linking us as two individuals. And it was uncomforting.

Nevertheless, I had to fight away that definite feeling so I went on looking forward to wearing my pink gown and having my hair and make-up done. I wasn't on my best look, but Tita Shao sure was the prettiest woman among the females present in the wedding.

The wedding took place at Ibarra's Garden, which I must say, is a nice place for conducting significant events. It's near Robinson's Place [the one near UP manila)-- konting liko-liko and you'll see. Haha. Anyway, upon arriving at the wedding venue, I can't help but get awed. I've already attended several weddings and none of which stands out but this one.

The wedding ceremony didn't consume the whole time since the best part of the wedding was the Reception. As the emcee proclaimed "It's chow time!", I can't help but get hooked right away with the foodstuff served on the buffet table. I swear, I loved it all, Tita Shao and Dad sure have great tastes when it comes to food! There were also people [mostly business and Judicial people chu chu and all them] who did some talking, yadayadayadayada, the wedding traditions, endless picture takings, the singing, the slide presentations, and all those stuff that were, in all sense, amusing.