so there... i was ingnoring their calls. i never dared answer unknown numbers because i have this inability to refuse other people's requests. anyway, when they called me the previous day, i said they have a deadline. they need to confirm with me before saturday because i needed to prepare - ie, buy a dress and a pair of shoes, look for make up, etc. i successfully ignored phone calls until late in the evening of friday.
kuya jong called and of course i had to answer. he's the director of the pinoy events here in hk. i owed to him my sarah geronimo experience and the randy santiago gig. he said that he came from the meeting with the phil assoc of hk's board of directors and they mentioned that they are having a hard time getting back to me. he volunteered that he'd do it. he claimed to be a good friend of mine so it shouldn't be hard.
bottomline is -- i agreed. I AM HOSTING THE EVENT. shet! it's a mortal sin to refuse kuya jong after all the good things he had done. damn gratitude.
now i picture o's face seeing me up on stage. huh?! i still got in bitch! who gets the last laugh now?!
after i put the phone down, it suddenly struck me that i am a complete novice on this. the last time i spoke in public for more than one minute was when i gave my speech during grade school graduation. fucker, that's half a lifetime ago! it didn't turn out well so i've had stage fright ever since. but now there's no excuse for me to mess up. how can i become an expat if i am not even good at speaking? i stutter. my mind goes blank and i speak an unknown language. but expats are known for their borderless charms, aren't they? they should be good at adapting to different situations in front of different people of various races, shouldn't they?
shet.. shet..
next chapter to follow.
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hep, hep. you forgot--Comm 3! Speech Comm class. Public speaking yun. ;)
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