White Gown: Glitterati | Diamonds & Ruby Earrings | Watch: Charriol | Clutch: YSL | Heels: CMG
This is what I wore for my boyfriend’s family’s annual Christmas Eve dinner at Manila Peninsula, and before you state the obvious–yes, I am very much aware that Christmas was long over and done with and that I’m posting this twenty days late to be exact. Unfortunately, life got in the way and I somehow conveniently forgot to blog about this outfit… boo. On the bright side, I’m posting it now to give such a beautiful and architectural masterpiece designed by our brand: Glitterati, the exposure it deserves. If you guys are attending a formal event anytime soon–be it a wedding or the prom, we can custom-make outfits to suit your body type and needs! Just hit us up at firstname.lastname@example.org and we’ll whip something up that’s not too heavy on the pocket, promise.
Anyway, a few posts ago: 50 Shades of Grey On My Skirt, I asked everyone for suggestions on how I can further improve my blog. Everyone had such lovely input but I was looking for that one particular suggestion that would give my blog that identifiable quirky aspect and it’s a toss up between Catherine Cheng’s idea of sharing one random vocabulary word, which I thought I can use as a springboard for the story I’m supposed to share each post, and Marinara’s idea of using video posts once in a while. So girls, kindly drop me a message here so I can give you a small token!
The word for this post is…
I’ve been told more often than once that I’m the type of girl who manages to be calm and collected in whatever situation. It’s not to say I am though, I just appear to be. It’s quite flattering to be perceived as such, to be honest–who doesn’t want to be described as someone with “poise” anyway. Not that I think I have poise on a day-to-day basis but I do try to approach situations with much poise most of the time. I guess it’s all a product of upbringing–I was taught not to say or do something I don’t intend to. My dad hated it when any one of us acted brashly, without putting much thought to the consequences of our actions. I don’t know if he took cues from the Art of War (being Chinese and all) or if he simply wanted us to put value in every single action… whatever it was, it allowed me to develop a certain facade. One that showed the world I was calm (sometimes, stoic) and at ease. Usually, I am anything but, of course (eighty percent of the time at least).
So I spent Christmas Eve with my boyfriend’s family (while mine was 1000 miles away), enjoying a scrumptious meal over casual conversations with topics that ranged from politics to fashion. I knew everyone at the table, exchanged a few sincere compliments and stories, and then it dawned on me that I was already so at ease! I’m usually an awkward turtle during social gatherings, especially when I’m not very accustomed to the people I’m rubbing elbows with but surprisingly, everything felt comfortable. To be fair, this was the second Christmas I spent with the very same people but truth be told, I enjoyed the evening just as much as I had during my first Christmas with them.
I quite like it.
I like the way my boyfriend’s grandfather would wobble slightly when I kissed him on the cheek; he would look at me and say with his raspy voice, “How are you, Dominique?”
I like the way (one of) my boyfriend’s aunt(s) would look at me in awe after I’d gobble down a dish, and state with her eyes full of wonderment: “I don’t understand how you manage to stay so skinny with that appetite!”
I like the way my boyfriend’s uncles would smile almost identically, when my boyfriend would take their photos. Or when my boyfriend’s mom would catch everyone’s attention just so she could say grace.
I like how rich and delicious the food being served was.
I like the multiple queries about our future… the usual “when are you guys getting married” or “you both look so good together” or “You’re the prettiest he’s ever introduced (and someone at the back would add: “Smartest, too!”)” and some such.
I like how, at the end of the dinner, and everyone is standing up to leave, my boyfriend’s dad would give me a parting “Goodbye” hug–the tightest and warmest one known to mankind.
A few minutes before the clock strikes twelve, I would receive a call from my parents (only because they set their clocks 5-10 minutes early) with warm greetings and promise of longer conversations in the coming New Year’s Eve.
Just when it’s twelve, I give my boyfriend a chaste kiss, and a promise of doing the same thing every single year for the rest of our lives.
Now I know why I’m at ease with everything. I have all that I need with me, and the promise of more.