GOLD

It's not just gold. It's matte gold. Where did that word matte come from?

I was an abay last saturday at the sponsored wedding of my 2 guests in our show. It was a by-product of a recycled media hog wash to wow the audience and to temporarily help people start something. At this point it was love supplied by materialism and not a sari-sari store showcase. And how wonderful the wedding color---gold.

I bought a pair of gold open toed Manhattan looking sandals just for that. i had to let go of the green nail polish though. Obviuosly, i was the tallest in the group of abays and am not even blood related. Feels good to look regal and to exagerrate it by wearing the color of regality and sin. My writers were pissed off because they don't have any news on my stories. They cannot share the feeling. 

I just want to savor that golden moment taken away from me when i was 8 years old. That was my last memory of wearing something with flamboyant lace and empire cut gown. My mom bought my mint green gown with flower patches in Divisoria then complete with lace gloves. Now, i borrowed a gown for 350 in the outskirts of Nepa Q mart because the pasadyang gown was not competent enough for a baranggay fashion week. It's ok. I look like a fledging debutante.

It was my first time. I was trembling amidst a group of 20 or so people waiting for the reception.