*February 29, 2012*
My first and last. Hosting was never my thing, for I have a soft, forced voice. But mind you, for the first time in my life, I became one of the hosts in a grand event in our university -- The Ringhop Ceremony and Officers' Ball of the College of Maritime Education. I did not really know how I was convinced but with a TF at stake, I agreed with less hesitation. (hehe)
So there I was, standing with my partner behind a camouflage-painted pulpit and smiling my concealed nervousness away. I had to say the first line, yet my throat was already as dry as the Sahara Desert. So I ended up repeating the last two words of my introduction. *jitters all over*
Anyway, as the program progressed, my pressure on the environment turned down a notch and I felt more comfortable even with a giant blinding light focused on our faces. Talking just seemed to be casual. Then I thought, hosting is not that hard. But I guess, as much as I wanted it to be my first, I suppose that would also be my last. I don't know. Maybe soon someone would hear me talk and would say, "You have a nice voice. Can you be our host?" (haha. kapal teh!)
That one magical moment (with my crushie crush). I started to read my script as the swordsmen stood still on the aisle. "The ringhop ceremony is a ritual best known for the wearing of ring, performed by couples in one unforgettable moment...", and Cherry later called a singer to sing their batch song. It was a familiar one, but I forgot the title as fast as I forgot about the next thing to say.
| Set in cross process, these are the officers conferred by |
the university president. he's there.
With nothing in mind but to finish the whole hosting thing early, I arranged the cards on the surface of the pulpit while waiting for Jessa, the singer, to end. And with that moment, that unexpected moment, he walked towards our direction and grabbed my microphone. But before he could say anything, he looked at me, smiled, and handed me a golden ring with his name embossed on it. A day before that night, he texted me, and asked for a good favor. "Can you wear me my ring?"
"Where's your partner?" I replied.
"I have no partner. Can you?"
Well, so there he was, standing beside me, telling all men to rise. He stood closer as he whispered something into my ear, and we were just so close that I had jitters again (he smelled so good, too). I got the mic and said, "Ladies, you can now wear the ring to your men, to your partners."
I set the microphone aside, and later faced him. I got his hand, (OMG), and fireworks started getting out of my belly (hahaha...Katy Perry style). I held it softly, attached the ring, and smiled for the nth time. He did the same, and silently gestured one happy thought.
I tried to calm down as he walked away, but now, that smile we exchanged with the ring was just eternal. Hay crush talaga!
After the event, we took pictures of us together (kaya ito lang ang mga pictures na mai-po-post ko 'coz the rest are with him) and bid simple goodbyes. (parang walang nangyari)
Why of course, that was my best leap year moment with a crushie crush. Indeed, happiness comes to those who patiently wait...and those best moments are yet the unexpected ones. <3