Yesterday was nice.

A friend had a wedding and she was just being 'so her' throughout. She tripped a little at the steps, the ring couldn't go pass her knuckle, she couldn't go blow out the candle...But the both of them were so laughy. That was so sweet to watch. I love seeing couples happy, especially when things seem to go wrong, because it reaffirms my belief that love is enough.

I don't know why couples tend to nitpick and then turn a small trivial hiccup into a huge problem that drives them away from one another. That's just absurd.

Anyway, back to the wedding, my aforementioned friend also happens to be a lecturer who used to teach me TV production and she's known for shouting and screaming in the studio. It was so fun to see her face change from pure bliss to annoyance when the phototaking took too long...all her past students, including me, were like "oh no! She's going to blow! Take cover!"

The dinner was, as usual, in the evening. It was a little too stagnant in the beginning, just course after course of food but the later bits with the dancing was pretty fine...*laughs* probably coz it was swing music I picked and they had great retro songs. Unfortunately, the six of us who were at the dinner were separated from one another. I think something kocked up with the guest list coz the bride said we'd be together. Anyway, I was at the table with her Christian youth group, pretty friendly people, except that the guy next to me kept talking to me like I was 13. He was all, 'don't mind all this adult talk', 'have you ever drunk wine before'...I felt a little out of place especially when the guy mentioned, 'so you must know [bride's name] for a few years now, otherwise you won't be sitting here.' I was like "huh? I've only know her for about a year plus." Conversation was minimal, with the usual religious talk peppered in here and there, they had an interesting topic floating around. One of the girls' brought her 13 year old sis along, and they were acquainting her with white/red wine and champange with a sip of beer so she'd know the difference and such...You know...The usual orientation into the world of alcoholic drinks to a minor. Anyway, one of the guys was telling her that opinions like, "it's alright to have a kid before marriage" exist and the whole table started bashing him for it, telling the girl that it's wrong to think that and not to follow his standard (i.e values).

--- A little disclaimer before I go on, I'm not slamming religion. I fully belief in God and his teachings, what I don't believe in is hypocrisy and blind faith. ---

It was amazing that they weren't telling her that, yes, opinions like that do exist, and while they may not be according to the church, it doesn't mean that you condemn the people who live by that opinion. Instead, you understand the circumstances surrounding such a decision. Isn't the basis of Christianity (and here I include it as the general term for all followers of Christ), forgiveness, love, and understanding?

Where is the love for the other if opinions that run contrary to the Christian faith are condemned to a minor without a thought of its circumstances and its repercussions?

Sometimes all these religious condemnations make me so sick of the faith. Didn't Jesus say that we have no right to judge others without first judging ourselves?

Dinner not withstanding, the church wedding was peaceful. The priest was enlightening, a little draggy, but the point about love and God was potently there. It made me want to go back to weekly church masses again. But then, I'm typing this on a Sunday where the morning mass ended at 1pm and the next mass is at 6pm, which I won't be able to make.

I wonder where the point of my descent to no mass weekends started. I think it was probably around the time I was bunking at a friend's for 2-3 weeks straight to finish up a paper on the 3 people of the book (for the uninitiated, the 3 people of the book are the Christians, the Muslims and the Jews). It's ironic that none of us thought to go to church those weekends.

After the last few paragraphs, the next few lines will probably turn out mundane, stale and out of place. But after the dinner, the 6 of us managed to squeeze into the backseat of my dad's car. There was complaining and, apparently, a butt that was freezing on the journey back from the island to the mainland...Which btw, is only 5-10 minutes. The villa was nice. I wouldn't mind spending a honeymoon night there. It's big and spacey and the view is astounding.

The whole wedding affected me so much, I had a dream I actually remembered when I woke up this morning. It concerned me, and the attached brain-filler (why do attached guys have to be so nice?!) and these 3 kids we decided to adopt within a span of days. There was a girl who was really good with languages called Gayle, and a girl whose only words were the lines of a poem her father thought her to say, somewhere along the lines of "my father gives me a sausage everyday", and something about how her breasts will one day be big. As you can guess, both girls were sexually abused by their dads, and around the same age, 4. I think the 2nd girl was called Natty, but for the life of me, I'm not too sure.

Natty was great in logical stuff like science and mathematics. There was also a boy I vaguely remember, older than the girls, but not by much.

The point of all this? I'm honestly not sure. I guess it's my subconscious being overloaded by the fact that 1) the wedding was lovely. 2) the brain-filler is really nice. 3) I want to help people. 4) I like children. 5) My ovary scan is just around the corner.