social gatherings.... ugh...

dear God, please let this blog be my date rape drug..




ifound myself being awakened against my will about thirty minutes to eleven this morning.

later i learned that my auntie is heading back to the states tomorrow and that we were included in the despidida lunch for her.

usual panicked dressing-up followed.


The Southville Exit of BF Homes Paranyake is just five minutes on foot from our house, and somewhere deep inside was where she stayed for the last two weeks. family of her husband's brother, ithink,,


the tricycle ride through the forest of mansions seemed like mere appetizer for the house of our hosts..


their place was a rooftop palace on an apartment they owned.


yes, i am obliged to call it a palace..

the pad looked like a hanging garden; plus a long, long table (the one you usually see in the movies), a swimming pool (or maybe a sauna or jacuzzi; T.T i know nada about rich people stuff), a museum (dont know how to describe a line of exotic-looking jars), and a greenhouse.
please.

after a lot of apologies for the goodwill of coming in an hour and a half late, we stuffed ourselves in three cars then went to a rotonda of classy restaurants just out of sight from ATC.


the menu was screaming cusses at me, but heavens be praised that i dont have to eat in such restos again. im not that socialite to mingle with people way above my budget line (except with my classmates, of course)


i unfortunately forgot i have elitophobia.

the waiter asked me what drink i would like. my mind was racing but my mouth said something starting with P and ending with I..

what a mistake..

it was a stylish lunch, and i had the nerves to order for myself.i never thought the tea serving was going to go for all.

everybody consoled me with understanding smiles.

praise me for the strength of my eyelids. .... . thank you.

fortunately, someone from the family we went with ordered the same canned soda later in the affair (and ibet it was for my sake). atleast i didnt have to be the sole person who had dark fluids in his glass.

thank goodness also for the table's exclusion of utensils other than a spoon and a fork.


when lumen (the one from 'salamat sayo nanay') entered the restaurant after we left, the people OPed me with a thorough discussion of the celebrities they have for neighbors.

imagine waiting in line in the local bakery with lanie mercado.

to highlight the talk, there was a brief visit to manila memorial park:
the gokong wei family's mausoleom is bigger than the Burger King stand in Dapitan.



survival these days seems to be a very tiring task..

summer is deathly dull, yes, but if i have to spend my two-month break with people who live in the White House, no, thank you, i can happily manage.. ^^