my best friend's wedding
" only those who shared the same past can stare at the present with amazement and look forward to the future with a twinkle in their eyes," mahatma gandah. i haven't even yet started this post and already i am filled with emotions. my sight is blurred by the shy teardrops that threaten to become a full-blown cry if i don't stop. indeed, even tears (and failing memories too) become bolder and braver once you let them, interfering with an otherwise sedate state of mind that only wants to write down pieces of memories as they rush into the core of your ephemeral being. before you start forgetting them. again. but how can i stop, when i want to finish this post days before the big event? &&&&&&&&& in a few days, one of my best friends, sister, and for a long-time co-beat reporter at the central bank and finance department, will transform herself from a financial journalist usually clad in rugged shirt, pants and comf...