Due to time constraints (it's nearly 4am!), I am forced to make this entry short and... sour. Hahaha. I really had a looooong day and got home half past 1am. My itinerary was as follows:
7pm - Met my office mates at Ayala Center. I was super late, which of course was my fault. But I also wanted to blame the inconvenient location of our home. Just to remind you, I'm a tamed hillbilly. Alas, to my misfortune, I live on the mountains. The agreed time was around 6pm. I got there a few minutes past 7pm and the more girly of the semi-boys was already in the midst of a rant.
7pm onwards - Arrived at Coriander, a Singaporean-Indian restobar at Crossroads, Banilad. It's a high end place with high end clients. Thankfully, we got to know people who are just as ordinary as us. We made friends with others from the media and we really jelled with the consultant who invited us. Before all the getting along transpired, we poked fun at our other companion whose distraught at having to eat dinner later than he expected was becoming more and more apparent. Glad I was late then! We told him we had better be late next time. Haha.
8pm onwards - The dinner began! We ate two servings of spaghetti with meatballs and fried chicken. At least the girly-girl and I, since the other one is supposedly on a fitness regimen. We also had free gelato ice cream! While my companions chose their own favored flavors (Pistachio for VJ and Mango for Ryan), I chose what our hostess suggested: Rose Petal. The taste? As rosy as a Rose. Real Rose petals were apparently thrown into the mix and though a sweetness seeped into my taste buds and the ice cream was as soft as feather, I really had no particular attachment to the flavor. Damn. I wish I went for Chocolate.
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| Coriander's controversial gelato ice creams. The pink one is my Rose Petal. |
8:30pm onwards - The informal press conference for G-Power Oil began. The owners of Coriander were franchise owners of the product. Thus the story behind the chosen venue. People asked questions, yadayada. I wanted to ask at least one sensible (and which was the most neglected) question but it seemed like the renowned scientist, who invented the product and who is the real authority behind G-Power Oil, wouldn't be present until the Eco Month Exhibit this July. They said he's the shy type and is poor at marketing, so the co-owners who are also his friends decided to help launch his organic-based invention. Their joint consultant, Miss Hazel, is a wonderful person. She was very accommodating throughout the event. I felt a really soothing aura from her.
9pm - Hmmm. Third evidence of my clairvoyance - at least for the month of May. Weeks ago, I remembered looking at the photo of my ex-crush's brother using our company's FB account. We had lots of common friends so he was at the suggestion corner. He's not a model by profession but he's got such good looks that I bet can rival any model this world might produce. Seeing him in person, I nearly cried out, "Hey, I just met you. And this is crazy. Here's my number. So call me, maybe?" Haha. Like his two other brothers, he's a photographer. He also blogs, travels across regions to do charity work (he and his brother recently established a foundation) and attends social scenes (I guess they need to build their network for their gigs to work). It was such a coincidence to finally see him in person at the press launching and in just a span of two weeks. He's gorgeous enough to be a mannequin (like I once thought Mr. Philo ought to be). However, it's the sort of looks that leaves an impression only on the surface and nothing more. We left around the same time he and the rest of the bloggers came. And my ex-crush was there. But I never remembered I had a crush on him until that night. It was funny how one of the reporters said, "Maya man to sila tanan (they're all bisexuals)." She was referring to my ex-crush and his good-looking brothers.
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| My ex-crush's brother. If you know him, that's not my problem. I shan't disclose his identity. |
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| This is Mr. Philo, also an ex-crush (but he's not the brother of the man above this picture). Who do you think is more worthy of the title "Mannequin Man"? Bah, who cares. |
VJ just blew us off with his oozing bravado. He is that callous of a person. Miss Hazel insisted we take a picture with the owners. Heck, we did (only VJ and I because Ryan left us). It was horribly embarrassing because the one who took pictures of us was the Freeman cameraman. And at the back of the room was the crowd I least wanted to see me doing this shallow kind of thing. The half-male was posing there as if everything was so normal. I felt like dashing out of the restaurant into a place where no one knew me. Haha. The Freeman crew and us from Cebu Review ended up laughing while walking out of Coriander.
9pm onwards - I was at a semi-gay bar at Mango Square with my semi-male companions. I hesitated to get in at first seeing that not a single female was in attendance. When we finally got cozy and I had already assured myself I'd be fine, Ryan told me that it was a "maya" bar - a place where bisexuals and gays often go to. Ah... okay. That settled my unreasonable fear of a male-dominated bar. I was also thankful no one was smoking. I'd hate it if my hair was to smell of something rotten. What set me off was the karaoke. We had to go up a podium, where two seats are entrenched along with microphones, facing the other customers. VJ and I had a duet and then we went back to our seats to gobble up the remaining Reeeed Margarita. I was, for the first time, severely dizzy. That's what you get for trying to drink like a pro. I no longer sipped the heavy alcohol like last time. I downed shots in one gulp. And I had to pay for it (literally and figuratively).
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| This is the podium I was yapping about. We look like a host and a hostess trying to entertain "customers." Joke. |
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| The future lovers. Haha. I always tease the two of them even if they both have their respective partners (VJ in denial). My alternative career: the third sex matchmaker! I do think I'll make a good one. (: |
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| We're all in this together. |
Around 11:30pm - To shake off the dizzy feeling, we proceeded to Chosun Chicken. We ate there for a while before going home. The place was as Korean as can be. Korean people went there. Glasses had Korean calligraphy printed on them. The bowls used were typical of the chopstick-loving East Asia. Yes, there were chopsticks. I even dropped mine on the floor in a fit of absent-mindedness. My tongue nearly got scalded. We ate a yummy, affordable yet super spicy Chosun Chicken meal. There was also a big bowl of ramyeon noodles and its soup was a complete chilli fest. Woo. I drank more water than I ever had that night.
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| The three of us: Ryan (right), VJ (left), an alien (middle). Can't stop my baby hairs from growing. :( |
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| Me eating Kimchi. Was there antibiotic in there? My taste buds thought so. I thought I was eating spicy medicine. |
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| The Chosun Chicken meal that we each ordered. Enough said. |
1:15am - Arrived home safe and sound. Thank God. The moment I reached the safe haven of my room, I played the song Call Me, Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen. I have been listening to it since I woke up from bed around noon yesterday. I played it over and over and over until I finished my laundry, in-transit while I was on my way to meet the semi-males and then when I wanted to overcome the forces of drunkenness (which I did triumphantly). It's so addicting.
Got few hours of sleep left. And lest I forget, pardon me for my stalker-like ways. It's their fault for not setting the privacy of their accounts to "Only Friends." Besides, I am in no way selling the pictures of those gorgeous men for personal profit. Instead I'm helping them promote their beauty to the rest of the world. =)) Haha, lame excuse.
Call me, maybe?
In my dreams.
