Tuesday, July 17, 2007
The universe just sent a message to me and Pat when one night we both dreamed about the same thing: Our <*gasp*> Wedding!
That morning when I received his morning greetings and I replied with my own mandatory “I love you” and added a “by the way, I don’t mean to scare you off or anything but I dreamed we were getting hitched.”
It took him a while to reply but when he did, he said that it was freaky because he dreamed about the same thing. No kidding.
My dream was about us having a simple church wedding with only my parents attending. But my mom threw a tantrum and told us that that’s not the way she envisioned my wedding. So she said we’ll have a repeat ceremony the very next day but on a grander scale. She invited all our relatives and refitted my gown. I remember thinking in the dream that while all these are beautiful, I was worrying how in hell are we going to pay the mortgage in our house (which he bought) and buy furniture for the empty home. That we can’t afford that wedding and if the expenses used for the celebration was used for investments we would be better off as a couple. (Oh and I had to think that our honeymoon will be in Astoria Plaza… ganun kami katipid.)
While in his dream, I was walking in the mall when his relatives surprised me and told me that we were going to get married that day. He said I thought it was all a joke but I went with it just because. Then when I realized that they were dead serious, it was Pat’s turn to throw tantrums and he started complaining to his relatives that we’re not ready to settle down.
The message from the universe can only mean two things: 1) We’re not yet ready to get married now 2) We should never let our relatives take control of our wedding when it happens.
And if Pat throws a tantrum in our wedding, I promise I will never get on with it in this lifetime or the next or the one after that.
***Taking the yabang to the next level.My friend: I am over 130 lbs and counting.
Me: At least ako matagal ng mukhang nanay at malaki ang tiyan.
My friend: 24-year-old losyang, broke, almost always sad.
Me: 25-year-old losyang, super broke, patay ang dalawang kuko sa paa.
My friend: HAHA! Ako yung pinakamaliit is dying!
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