Hosting is no nerve-wracking task for me anymore, having done it a couple of times already. It's my first, however, to do a wedding reception.
Managing a contact center, I hate it when people think either I have a natural American accent or I have a hefty salary and a sports car. I still have my neutral accent (proud to sound more Filipino) and the salary is not something the BIR will bother going after! This is why I think I get a lot of hosting and presenting duties--work and elsewhere.
The non-stop pouring of rain brought the Saturday afternoon wedding to Brittany clubhouse instead of the garden venue at Sitio Seville (both near SM City Fairview). With the emailed script and a wireless microphone on hand, I thought I sounded boring and corporate-like (did my wife agree?). While I wanted to sound bubbly and funny, I was a serious emcee as I thought I might distract the very solemn Christian ceremonies. Saw my wife shedding tears as Zaldy tried to keep from crying by making fun of himself (cool photos). It was, as one would expect, a ceremonial mix of laughter and tears.
Cheers to Mr. and Mrs. Zaldy Seguin!
I know...
With book 7 out, the series having ended, I'm a late bloomer Harry Potter fan from Manila, Philippines. In fact, in a way I'd like to try looking like him. But, not really.
It started out as a dad-to-son-project of mine, get my kids interested in books again. I'd like to think that Harry's become my eldest--he did bring the kids to liking books again--including me. I bought all the books, save for the Deathly Hallows. The movies were icing on the cake.
When the first book came out, it was a bestseller everywhere including here and I was not interested at all. But when my kids started talking about Hogwarts, the Leaky Cauldron, the Weasly twins, and magical spells and charms I couldn't understand, I decided I needed to start reading it so I'd learn the 'HP speak.' Well, after book 1, I couldn't stop reading it.
I just finished book 4 and immediately started The Order of the Phoenix. My kids and I committed to reading the book before watching the movie, and I can't wait.
I know now why J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter was a hit--it brought out the kids in us. Admit it, at one point in your life, you imagined (or wished) you can do magic just as I did when I was a kid.
At times, I'd like to think I'm Harry Potter, what with all his rule-breaking and misadventures, but I'm really not, in that a lot of things I imagined I did or achieved because I worked hard for it/them--I'm Harry Potter without the wand.
Its changing tone, that's getting dimmer, is a prelude to a darker Voldermort-wizard-war-centric book 5, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, which I started reading on my way to the office today.
Am I addicted to the series? Probably, here's why.
I woke up with a terrible headache and as I'm writing this, the heavy, stabbing pain's still there, oh and I'm teary eyed. And like the name of this vox, it felt like my head's about to pop! A hot cup of green tea, Medicol, and a swab of White Flower on the forehead should do it--I hope.
It's been a busy week last, and it's going to be just the same this week, as we're fast approaching Christmas day. It's the anticipation that presses more--pressure to do more at work and pressure to keep up at home.
My office's abuzz with 'what-to-dos' with the highly unpredictable sales level as well as presentation meetings for our upcoming company Christmas party. At home, the kids are excited about the holidays, too excited actually, that both wish they're vacationing from school earlier. The gifts, the food, the 'Pamasko' where-to-go, who-and-what-to-give, and the usual what-nots.
My head's popping still as I end this--how I wish I'd still have enough energy to conquer the day.
That's the weather forecast, and that's today's vibe (as far as where I'm at), that it actually rained only added to the gloomy feel.
Another one of those mornings you wish nights were longer (as they get colder and we sleep better), now that we're closing in on the holiday season.
Waking up 4:00am is a feat for me, much more for my kids, who've cuddled up, tangled in their twisted bedsheets to keep warm, who'd only wake up when I say 'we're all going to be late.' I'm sure they're wishing Santa's cutting school days sooner. Even my wife would start in the kitchen only after an hour, dragging herself eyes half-open, startled by the whistling kettle for my green tea, her coffee, and then later prep up for breakfast.
Way to go welcoming the day--good morning world I would say. This is not like just happening today--this is our daily routine! By 5:30am we're all chaotic! We'd usually hit and miss our schedules. But by 6:00am, my wife would be left alone in the house (kids to school, me to the office), and would call me later to say she misses us all.
Well, we're getting more chaotic everyday, but I wouldn't miss this for the world.
