112414: The Urban Tracker (In Las Pinas): Dance With My Mother At Villar Hall

Sanctuario De San Ezekiel Moreno rises out from sprawling Villar Place.
eaching 81st year of life or the age of octogenarian for a record is such a milestone existence deserving the gratitude of our tribute.

Coming from the stopover on this obviously newly-built church, I would be sharing the same sentiment.

Rolling out in the hall entrance, the celebrant's banner invite.
A bystander told me that the sprawling structures were barely two months old yet it’s all standing in glory and majesty in this lax afternoon with soothing balmy air, pine tree dancing gracefully. It's named as told the Santuario De San Ezekiel Moreno.nearby the Golden Haven which is curated by property specialists - The Villar's.

View from the Villar Hall entrance with pocketed gardens and clean pavements plus a cool post-afternoon breeze.
Just a month ago, I was given an invitation by Mr. Joseph Lim, an old friend to take part in this affair. With just moments ticking away, I crossed my way past the spacious streets as the security guard coached me to follow the route at the back where the function halls were zoned. 

Getting ready for the light and sound set-up. The projector board is awesome.
The facade itself was a grandeur, so tantalizing with pocketed gardens by the entrance. Realizing there’s a museum for musing visitors, I immediately asked a receptionist and told me the whole town is named Villar’s place. But more of this spectacle, I would be part of Presentacion Lim’s 81st birthday as posted on announcement board.

Final touches for table settings, elegant indeed!
Checking the venue inside, it seemed to be an engrande event. I swore last month I would be part of this day as my gift so I set this date and brought a camera – DLSR to do a cover. So even bypassing a blogging event earlier for this, the place compensated as it came too fantastically-clean, well-maintained, dreamy, so comfy and ideal for a big party.

Hizon Catering, the official caterer is in the house. Level-up dining is in the air.
Table arrangements were set by the time I checked the reception area. I felt it’s more like a wedding than just a birthday. The words ‘glamorous’, ‘stylish’, ‘edgy’ spoke to mind profusely.  An advanced party from the catering was overseeing the assembly of food holders. They were delegates from Hizon’s, the official caterer. The sound system staff was adjusting their technicalities. I further scoured the place for more of the landscapes and patterns amid the sound of Sitti’s Wave.

An exterior view from an entrance hall. Spaces are relaxing.
Bamboo plants add zen to the spaces.
Desserts are drooling with arrangements.
The mango brulee is tantalizing in the glassed containers.
The venue boasts of an impressive receiving reception for incoming guests like in a hotel where they could first flash their get-up or glam. Or an air-conditioned dressing room at the back where the guest could lay their stuff or do makeup while in wait. And there’s a kitchen area dedicated to the caterer and an open-air alleyway on the side where the food or buffet are aptly placed. Everything's new, so to speak, plus the restrooms were exceedingly clean. When darkness came,  the lighting effects glared even more.

The guests are starting to fill the seats. Who wants to swing with the chandeliers?
Iconography at the entrance 
Joseph arrived by 6 when the chandeliers were all lit up. Stationed first in the reception area to assist the deluge of gifts and for some flashy photo opportunity, my longtime friend Bong looked dignified in his green suit as we both manned the incoming guests. I should have brought my green coat, I thought. Then the sounds played signaling that the party started.The photo booth already set up at the entrance for anytime guests would have their shots.

Gift cards messages, fashionable and personalized.
And the guests poured in one after another with the gifts that just kept on rolling. The photobooth courtesy of Iconography was already crowded with friends, families who wanted to have a slice of sweet memento. Even the oldies gamely participated and seemed more fond with the hat-themed photobooth. Not bad at all for 3,500 for 2 hours.

Wellwishers assemble in the open-air dining motif with Hizon's server in uniform.
The food is appetizing and oozingly delicious. Thumb's up for Hizon's!
Joseph opened the program confessing to the crowd that his mom didn’t know this was coming. It was a plot. His mom knew all along she was invited to a wedding reception, and she had a grand surprise when it was announced it’s for her 81st Bday. Then the reception followed in an elegantly fashioned buffet setting with server dressed as a chef. Credit the elegant mood of that night to the lighting and set-up that blended and conformed well plus the food that's gastronomically delighting for a raise to a high-end fine dining standard. What’s more appetizing were the ensemble of desserts which really made everyone go bon appetit.

Presenting the birthday celebrant on the spot, Mrs. Lim
All praises and eyes in honor of beloved Mrs. Lim
The center of attraction taking the first slice of the cake.
So the program for the celebrant carried on with surprise numbers from the grandchildren and wishes from sons and daughters. I was helplessly remembering my mom that moment.  That highlight really melted my heart and inspired me significantly with a message of love for our mother that is something very powerful that occasion like this is a proof of thankfulness and gratitude to the sacrifices by them. 

Surprise numbers from well-wishers
The more touching part was every guy from the relative camp took turns to dance one after the other. Mrs. Lim seemed oblivious to what’s happening with her memories obviously escaping her.

The first dance with grandson.
A courtesy dance from a long-time friend
It's such a privilege to dance our mother in her honor.
To dance our beloved mother in her golden years is a celebration of her survival, and a memorial of gratitude to all the sacrifices and feats she went thru while she’s alive and can sense all these. I felt so proud to gain that revelation that we all have to pay homage, respect and offer the best of love while time is kind enough to permit our mother like Mrs. Lim to accomplish her mission on earth.

As midnight deepened, something so romantic was bursting in the air looking outside.
Souvenir giveaways await the wellwishers laid beside the fondant cake.
A bouquet of flowers is radiant in multi-colors.
I guess the bouquet of flowers said it all. The best token being a part of such celebration was bearing this reflection that given a value-added service on that occasion, nothing was more valuable than making our mother felt her overall significance. More than just a bouquet of flowers, our mother is someone who's gonna bloom in our hearts even in her twilight years.