My little getaway.
My paradise.I have come to the conclusion that I definitely have a pattern when it comes to the kind of guys I like. I'm still reeling from my whirlwind of a summer vacation. However unfortunately there was no great summer romance. There was however a tearful moment when my uncle and aunt renewed their vows.
Top:This is the picture taken on the couple's wedding 30 years ago. My dad's 3rd from the left on the top row.
Anyways so I'm not going into the details because well... It was in fact a family vacation and I'm not exactly keen on my family finding out who it was that I fancied.
Yes my friends - I said it, or rather wrote it. I had a crush. It still gives me chills when I think about it. - Ick.
It all started on the boat trip to paradise. I noticed him. He noticed me. We weren't formally introduced by our common aquaitances.
Later that day, we met again - at a street corner. My cousin, his friend attempted to introduce us but well... I still think that it was a major failure.
Cousin: Meet my cousin, the future wedding singer. You know her right?
Me: Hey!
HIM: Yeah... I know her from Facebook.
I looked at him with a raized eyebrow and thought to myself. What the hell is THAT supposed to mean. Oh well I thought. At least he knew OF me.
There were some fairly awkward attempts at making conversation, but we never really spoke. - That my friends, is why a crush is quixotic.
My most memorable moment came the next day. Let me set the scene for you. Imagine being at a church with a fairly small congregation. In that congregation were some of my closest friends and family and... GASP - HIM! I was supposed to sing the duet that the bride walks to. The family's song of choice, The Gift.
It wasn't an overwhelmingly difficult song to sing but I was freaking out because it was in fact a duet. A duet with someone whom I had never sung with or even met till the morning of the event. More specifically, 1 hour before the bride was supposed to walk down the isle. I was having the jitters. Anyways, it turns out that my duet partner was a genious of a man. As we were brainstorming other songs we could sing, any song I named or briefly sang the melody to he would instantly accompany with his piano. His voice was amazing and I felt rather amazed at how good of a singer and pianist he was. I felt like it was going to be a good duet - so long as I could figure out which parts to sing.
Anyways we practiced Endless Love as well as a Tagalog song called Panunumpa or loosely translated as Promise in English. It was brilliant. Till that moment I had never heard of the song Panunumpa but I had to learn it on the spot. With my partner's brilliant coaching, I did.
The nerves took over when the bridal party marched it, and along with them was HIM. You've probably figured out by now that the HIM I was "ahem" fanying was in fact NOT my duet partner - but rather someone else who was involved in the wedding.
All eyes were on the bride whislt I felt as if all ears were on me. I could feel my ears turning red as the high part of the song came in. FOCUS ROWAN! You absoloutely under any circumstance cannot make a fool of yourself in front of these people.
Anyways, it all went off without a hitch. After the renewal of vows, picture taking. One of my most favorite moments. :D
I dread mentioning this but it seems that the guys I seem to like is that they are all butt-pale artsy fartsy photographers with striking dark eyes who seem to like to take pictures of me unguarded. I hate that. Its like they don't give you time to prepare for the picture.
Oh well.
Top:This is the picture taken on the couple's wedding 30 years ago. My dad's 3rd from the left on the top row.Bott0m: Here's a recent picture of the happy couple.
Anyways so I'm not going into the details because well... It was in fact a family vacation and I'm not exactly keen on my family finding out who it was that I fancied.
Yes my friends - I said it, or rather wrote it. I had a crush. It still gives me chills when I think about it. - Ick.
It all started on the boat trip to paradise. I noticed him. He noticed me. We weren't formally introduced by our common aquaitances.
Here's a picture of paradise aka our backyard.
Later that day, we met again - at a street corner. My cousin, his friend attempted to introduce us but well... I still think that it was a major failure.
Cousin: Meet my cousin, the future wedding singer. You know her right?
Me: Hey!
HIM: Yeah... I know her from Facebook.
I looked at him with a raized eyebrow and thought to myself. What the hell is THAT supposed to mean. Oh well I thought. At least he knew OF me.
There were some fairly awkward attempts at making conversation, but we never really spoke. - That my friends, is why a crush is quixotic.
My most memorable moment came the next day. Let me set the scene for you. Imagine being at a church with a fairly small congregation. In that congregation were some of my closest friends and family and... GASP - HIM! I was supposed to sing the duet that the bride walks to. The family's song of choice, The Gift.
It wasn't an overwhelmingly difficult song to sing but I was freaking out because it was in fact a duet. A duet with someone whom I had never sung with or even met till the morning of the event. More specifically, 1 hour before the bride was supposed to walk down the isle. I was having the jitters. Anyways, it turns out that my duet partner was a genious of a man. As we were brainstorming other songs we could sing, any song I named or briefly sang the melody to he would instantly accompany with his piano. His voice was amazing and I felt rather amazed at how good of a singer and pianist he was. I felt like it was going to be a good duet - so long as I could figure out which parts to sing.
Anyways we practiced Endless Love as well as a Tagalog song called Panunumpa or loosely translated as Promise in English. It was brilliant. Till that moment I had never heard of the song Panunumpa but I had to learn it on the spot. With my partner's brilliant coaching, I did.
The nerves took over when the bridal party marched it, and along with them was HIM. You've probably figured out by now that the HIM I was "ahem" fanying was in fact NOT my duet partner - but rather someone else who was involved in the wedding.
All eyes were on the bride whislt I felt as if all ears were on me. I could feel my ears turning red as the high part of the song came in. FOCUS ROWAN! You absoloutely under any circumstance cannot make a fool of yourself in front of these people.
Anyways, it all went off without a hitch. After the renewal of vows, picture taking. One of my most favorite moments. :D
I dread mentioning this but it seems that the guys I seem to like is that they are all butt-pale artsy fartsy photographers with striking dark eyes who seem to like to take pictures of me unguarded. I hate that. Its like they don't give you time to prepare for the picture.
Oh well.
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