(i've edited this a bit because i didn't stuck to it word per word.)
First off I want to thank Miguel’s family for being welcoming and accommodating making our stay here pleasant and memorable. To the guests who came in from different parts of the world, travelling great distances just to be a part of this momentous occasion, let me also extend my thanks to you.
Before I spill the beans about Apple and before I grill Miguel, please indulge me to go in tangent for a bit. So far this year has been a year of firsts for me, first time to hop on a plane, first time to be outside of the Philippines and to be in another country, first time experiencing a different type of weather, first time seeing the sun still up even if it’s already past seven o’clock, first time eating angus beef and first time escorting someone to the altar. I’ve included the last one in there, not because I’m planning on bringing Apple again to the altar, but because I know that in the distant future I’ll be in the same position holding my daughter’s hand. And by then I’d be more composed and less nervous which (i think) will definitely puzzle my daughter. (But) Then I’ll go up to her and say, "Don’t worry. This is going to be easy. I’ve done this before." And from the bottom of my heart I want to thank Apple for giving me the honour that is only granted to fathers of the bride. I really am privileged. And also to Kuya Ed and to Dad, this is for us.
So let’s move on to the spilling and the grilling. Growing up, typical with kids, me and Apple were all about teasing and arguing with each other. But as time passed by and me being away from home most of the time because of school, we had less and less time being on each other’s throats. So then badgering each other evolved into something else, we started talking to each other. And we actually enjoyed (it). I remember this one night when I was going through some troubles and Apple was the first person I talked to about it. I don’t if she can recall but it had something to do with matters of the heart. Long story short, Apple gave me really good advice. And (by the end of the conversation) I was thinking to myself that, “Wow, my sister has really grown up.” And I’ve never really told this to you Apple, but I want you to know that I’m really proud of you for what you’ve accomplished and what you’ve become. You’re the best sister a brother could ever have. And I know you’ll be a lot better being Miguel’s wife.
So, Miguel, bayaw. I really can’t recall the first time that I met you. But what I remember then was that you being so quiet. And you have been consistent thus far. Not that there’s something wrong with being quiet. I myself am very quiet. I think my mom and some of your relatives can attest to that. (We) Occasionally speak and initiate conversation, and most of the time speak only when spoken to. But you know what’s good with being quite? You get to be a great listener. And that quality is quite rare these days. And I’d imagine that it will surely come in handy now that you’re married. Just be sure to be actually listening and not spaced out when the time comes.
And in closing I got a tip for the both of you. First Miguel, unless you want Apple to be cranky, when she tells you that she’s hungry and she wants a particular dish to eat, just go get it, pronto! And to Apple, unless you want something incoherent out of Miguel don’t bother him when his playing with his video games. Okay? Now both you nod in agreement.
Before I make the toast I just want to remind all the Pinoys in the crowd that you should ready your doggie bags for some take away cake.
(So) On behalf of my family please do join me in standing up and raise your glasses as well in a toast to the bride and groom!
there were "awwwww"s and laughter, mind you in the correct pauses in my speech so i think it's safe to say that it went fairly well.
again to my sister and to my bayaw, congrats!