tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75347937094169225072024-03-13T09:36:11.090-07:00Kemuelt+Bebejho!Destinee.Fate.Answered Prayer.My wedding preparations.bebejho!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908935821003497936noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534793709416922507.post-61354905084841063512012-11-05T01:07:00.003-08:002012-11-05T01:07:41.499-08:00The DreamI was not that typical girly-firm-and-proper-type of girl. I enjoy most playing physical activities like <i>sipa, habulan, tumbang-preso</i> with my guy friends and male cousins. I seldom play <i>bahay-bahayan </i>or <i>lutu-lutuan </i>with my girl friends ‘coz I find it boring. I was a boyish child back then who’s always <i>amoy maasim</i> because of excessive sweating. <br />
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I was in second year when my eldest brother got married unexpectedly. Too young, and too small, I was not included in the entourage. I thought it was not my thing, but I envied my cousins who were part of the entourage wearing their shiny gowns with hair fixed and make up. After that, I started dreaming of my own wedding, my gown, my hair and make-up, and my groom. <br />
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