the wedding

i swear that i have never been so orange in all my life.


it was the first time that i was a bridesmaid at a wedding. i was excited at first, but a week before the wedding, i lost all enthusiasm for it. that was about the time that i saw the gown the bridesmaids will be wearing. it was so orange... and i'm so brown... do you get the picture?


anyway, keith was able to convince (actually, it was more like forced) me to wear the gown. and surprise, surprise! i didn't die. and the people in our neighborhood were practically blinded by my beauty as i stormed out of our house to catch the cab that took us to the church. it was pretty much your typical wedding except of course i was a bridesmaid and keith was this gorgeous groomsman. he looked positively dashing in his barong tagalog.*sigh*. just looking at him made me wish that we were the ones getting married and not his brother.


sometimes, i get to thinking that my relationship with him will just go on and on for years until finally he ends up marrying someone else... i know, i know... my paranoia is getting all worked up again but hey... i'm only human. besides, it's an all too familiar sob story. but just like what i said to the newly-wed couple when i met them at the reception... i am wishing for the very best.