trauma

I better write this while everything is still fresh in my memory. These all started the day before our photography exhibit. While I was busily running last minute things for our little club, I met on the lift a gentleman whom I met when I hosted the TFC re-launch a couple of months back. I hastily invited him for our opening (his office is only one level up from the venue).

And then next day he called me to offer a hosting stint. A big WHY? Did they not see what a boring emcee I had been? They said they are having a hard time looking for a girl emcee and they were reminded of me because they thought I did a good job at the re-launch. Oh, and one more thing, it is ‘The Event’! It’s the most pretentious Pinoy event in Hong Kong. Think about one year preparation and I am not exaggerating! When you ask the regular guests, you will hear them say, ‘Oh I had this done by a so and so designer from Manila’. I forgot to mention about the entrance charge! It’s a staggering one thousand dollars! Imagine, just add a little more and you can pay for the monthly minimum wage in Pinas. You also have to account your outfit and the salon services. And you only spend it in one night.

Anyway, come OUR night, the opening of the photo exhibit. Notice that I emphasized on ‘our’. This is for the sole reason that it is my night, together with the other PPC-HK members. This time the spotlight is ours and we expect admiration for our works. The images are really good and we were there to receive compliments.

V (he guy I met at the lift) introduced me to one of directors of their association. She’s the only Pinoy barrister at law in Hong Kong (her winning cases I have yet to find out) and I think her profession affected her brain. The conversation went like this. She’s O. Note that this happened while I was talking to my other friend, K. So there are four people involved.

V: Hi Ms O, this is Blossom.
O: Hi Blossom
B: Oh yes, we have been introduced during the Randy Santiago event
O: Yes, I remember you.
V: Maam, sya po ung kinuhuha nating maging host for our ball.
O: Aba, hija, may hosting experience ka na ba?
B: Ahmmm… Wala pa po. First time ko lang po ung sa Randy Santiago
O: Hay naku V, hindi sya pwede! NO, NO, NO! I am putting down my foot here. She’s inexperienced! Maiintimidate sya sa mga tao dun! Maybe you don’t realize how big this event is. There are big people coming and I am sure you’ll get intimidated.
….(potang ina, 5 seconds of silence)….
K: (had some sense to salvage me from this traumatic experience on my night): Basta alam ko po, magaling si Blsm. Alam ko kaya nya yan…
O left.
V: Pabayaan mo sya. Ganyan talaga yan magbiro.
B: Oh..

I felt like I was in the set of Ally Mc Beal. Can you just pull somebody’s hair and picture graphically in your imagination? That’s what I felt. Why is this bitch ruining MY night? I’ve waited for this for a year and I don’t want any arrogant lawyer giving me a traumatic experience. I know she has a point – that I MAY be inexperienced. But she doesn’t know me – I may be bad at English but I am personable and charming. But of course for bitches like her, I can be an anti social. I am an anti social to annoying people.

Besides, I AM DOING THEM A FAVOR! I didn’t present myself. They hunted me. They checked our exhibit’s poster that’s why they were able to contact me. I seem to be an unknown figure so it took them a hard time to find my contact details. If it is indeed a big event, why don’t they hire professional emcees? Arrogant cheapos.

I have decided to ignore their calls. That’s my decision. I didn’t want to do anything for people like her. To hell with her. To hell with their big event.



To be continued….