A Not So Perfect Day

I attended the wedding of my colleague from PBSP today and I realized one thing --- I’m the type to cry at weddings. I’m not sure if I’ve always had this predisposition, or it’s just that, I get sad in weddings now that I know my parents will NEVER get the chance to give me away.

Also hosted the reception program and was tired. The thing about having a part in the program is that you’ll never enjoy the whole thing. Every time there’s an occasion, I always emcee it (debuts, birthdays, etc…) that I don’t really know if such events are actually fun for those who are there to just attend. It seems always stressful to me. Add the fact that I didn’t take my medicines to make sure I think and speak clearly the whole time was torture.

But the ceremony itself was beautiful. And Jing was so beautiful. And Vic’s eyes were brimming with the love he felt for Jing. It will take a hard core cynic not to want to believe that it really is possible to find the right person and to make a life with them. It was beautiful enough that during the wedding mass in the Our Lady of the Abandoned Church, I used up my 3 wishes to ask for help in finding the right person myself. Maybe I’ll be wed too someday.

There was this song that we’re supposed to play during the Father-Daughter dance in my wedding. It’s called A Perfect Day sung by Roger Whittaker and his daughter Jessica.

Dad:
The sun has set and golden
Clouds gleam in the evening sky
I must confess I'd always hoped
Today would pass me by

Daughter:
Dad I really hate to see
The sadness in your eyes
we always knew this day would come
it cant be a surprise

Dad & Daughter:
We had our special day to think
You were always my best friend
But the princess and the old king
Knew this day would end

A perfect day, a perfect day with you
Just a perfect day of perfect hours
No other word will do
A perfect day, a day for you and I
Now the evening shadows chill my heart
And I cant say goodbye

Dad:
It was always I who said I'll see you soon
When you were young
So many things we left unsaid
So many songs unsung

Daughter:
Dad dont worry now I'm grown it'll be ok
You taught me well so trust me now
And I'll be on my way

Dad & Daughter:
We had our special day together
You were always my best friend
But the princess and the old king
Knew this day would end

A perfect day, a perfect day with you
Just a perfect day of perfect hours
No other word will do
A perfect day, a day for you and I
Now the evening shadows chill my heart
And I can't say goodbye

A perfect day, a day for you and I
Now the evening shadows chill my heart
And I cant say........

Daughter:
I'm leaving home

Goodbye

I will never have this now.

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