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posted by letter shredder @ 11:59 a.m. on 1/20/2006
"Great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex and sex disguised as love..."                                           -- Lester Bangs, Almost Famous
My friends and I attended an award function at the Philippine World Trade Center and had dinner afterwards, which I hosted. We had fun even during dinner at Marina because the committee prepared some fun awards for the group... and I got the "Best Friend" award for being a friend to everyone (though I was seriously praying for the "Couple of the Night" award ;p). When Jerrold told me how the awarding would go, he said nomination will still happen for the "Best Friend" award, then he just announced it himself that I won it.
Well, the night is young so we proceeded to party at Pier One. Unfortunately, the long tables were taken and we were too many so we have to be divided into groups.
A band played a few famous songs including Alanis' You Oughta Know. When they left, the stage was open for dancing, which me and my friends were actually waiting for. We danced as a group. I can say I'm too reserved for bar dancing but I enjoy being with friends on the dance floor.
So when a drunk guy came to me for a dance, I just politely smiled at him and said I'm not good at dancing. Well, he just proceeded by holding both my hands and still dancing. I said "thank you" quite a number of times to politely shoo him off, but the damn guy just said "It's time to have fun."
Well, I was havin' fun before you entered the scene, I so wanted to tell him. But if I create any commotion there, I know my guy friends would all come to him and the bar would be a pandemonium. So while this guy and I were going in circles, literally, I was checking where my friends are.
And yeah, the bouncer is standing right next to me!!! Yey!
So before Mr. Calvin Klein (that's the shirt he was wearing) made more attempts to grind himself on me, I gave him a final "thank you" and pulled my hands from his grasp. And I turned to my friends.
My friend Anil asked me Monday if I can bring carabao milk from my province, so I asked my Dad to drop by the office to bring some. He came and brought seven 1.5-liter bottles filled with carabao milk, which I had to endure bringing to the 15th floor.
Anil, however, said he cannot pick them up himself so he is sending his friend Rao. I waited for sometime but he came to the other entrance of the building I work at, so we met halfway and gave him the three bottles. We didn't talk too much because Rao was tired and I was damn hungry. It was almost 4PM and I have not eaten lunch yet.
A few minutes later, I received an SMS from my business mentor.
WHO IS THE INDIAN GUY?
I know I'm already 24 but I felt embarrassed by how my mentor asked me. She obviously saw me. What I am afraid of is that she's gonna tease me, actually, in our trainings.
And lo and behold, when we met in the evening, I cannot deny anything because she had my picture in her phone, me talking to Rao. And it looked like we were meeting at a backside alley.
Now, I understand why Hollywood stars hate the Paparazzi. ;p
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