multi-masking

… because there are times when there are no more second chances for you to redeem yourself.

the most unforgivable thing we could do to a friend just happened: we were late for yatz’s wedding. oh, i could tell you that we woke up early, took a bath early, started early with primping, that it all boils down to the no-shows who were supposed to help out our stylist. i want to say it was not our fault, that it was due to the forces of nature that day, but putting the blame elsewhere will not reverse things. we had bridesmaid duties to do pre-wedding that we were not able to do at all, yatz’s entourage was incomplete, and her wedding started late. gracie wasn’t able to perform her role as a veil sponsor. all because of us.

i felt so useless during that time. i could remember when yatz competed for our college’s beauty pageant, and i took on the role of her PA, running back and forth to backstage, juggling the tasks of watching and assisting her. i knew her family was counting on me to give their daughter the same level of assistance and support that i had given her before, and because we were late, i feel like somehow, i disappointed them. to some extent, i failed them and their expectations.

i would never forget how our race against time had seemed to go on forever, despite the fact that claudz was already stepping on it every chance she got. this wasn’t just one of those days that i was rushing to get to work on time. this was to be one of the most important days in a friend’s life. but then again, with our adrenaline rush and all, there wasn’t much we could do to keep us from letting our friend down.

i would never forget how yatz sounded when i called her up in panic. “gano’n? sige.” i would never forget the downward inflection in her voice. but thankfully, in a feigned anger, she said: “bawi kayo sa reception ha!”

and we moved our asses to make sure we did. we were literally maids and runners in heels. not that i’m complaining. what had happened would haunt me forever. that somehow, a wedding was partly ruined, and it was partly because of us. not just any wedding… it was a wedding of a dear friend. i kept asking why it had to happen to her, of all people. (sorry chubby… i guess i am pertaining to you…)

yatz, if by some miracle you get to read this, i am forever your slave. even before you conceive, i am totally assuming the role of fairy godmother to your future children. i am totally assuming the role of your kumare. i’m terribly sorry!!! and i hope i was able to make up for it somehow. i’m glad that despite the, uh, setback, the rest of the day ran smoothly.

best wishes, yatz and jeff!Ãœ