Probably ten years from now, I’d still remember how I got myself into this huge blissful mess. PRINCESS ANNE RAMOS – my “flawless” team mate, mentor, sometimes bipolar, oftentimes bully but a real dear friend – instantly volunteered me (I don’t even know if that makes sense) when our senior team manager (STM) emailed us asking for volunteers to the company’s Music Clash, as part of this year’s Kick Off party. Somehow I saw it coming ‘cause she’d always have a way of “volunteering” me to be part of this or that in the office. But I just brushed off the idea knowing everyone would just make a joke out of it. But what I didn’t consider was that Mommy G, our STM, would take it seriously.
At the end of so much pleading and excessive downgrading of myself, I was left without a choice. I thought to myself, I didn’t want to sound like a whiny kid who always gets away with all the lousiest excuses ever invented. There I was perplexed, smiling with a bitter smile and not knowing what was in store for me for the next two days.
SERANETTE– my ADC team mate, KPOP fangirl sister, “stress reliever” buddy and eccentrically awesome friend – chose the reggae version of 2ne1’s hit song “I Don’t Care”. I was like, “Yeah, KPOP!” But damn it, of all the 2ne1 songs, why didn’t I memorize this one. Damn it. And yes, for the next two days, the lyrics got me damned. But what was more serious though was actually this fact – I CAN’T SING. Aside from the “videoke ‘til the wee hours of the morning”, I’ve never sang and danced IN PUBLIC before. If I had not been tirelessly encouraged and unwearyingly guided by Seh, I wouldn’t have learned all that in that span of time given for practice.
Aside from Seh, KAITEY, ATE GERLIE and KAREN M, are equally awesome. They never complained nor whined like I did (haha) and just got on with what we had to do. Kaitey is a diva in her own right and ate Gerlie is just woah. If only I could sing like them, I’d probably make the stage my home. WHUUUUUT?? Anyway, Karen has such a sweet voice and this confidence I never had when it comes to singing. Thanks to her, I gained a little more coolness than I thought I could muster.
Worthy of such respect too is DIANE, our groups “manager”, and JUNEE, our resident choreographer; both of whom painstakingly stood beside us and cheered us on as if they’d get part of the non-existent talent fee we’d presumably get. People like them are such treasures in our team. I feel awfully wretched, though, because Diane will be leaving the company very soon but still sincerely happy to have had the chance to work with her.
On the other hand, our performance would not have been such an utter success (or so they say) if not for our ADC loves. PIA, our very hot, chic and stylish stylist…ATE BEVS, the team’s production manager who meticulously made our masks; MOMAY, the team’s innocent, loving baby…ANNA, the sweet surprise; KUYA ALBERT, the quintessence of bullying; ATE TERET, empress of the kindest honesty; IVAN PHELL, my nemesis and my comrade; KUYA ARBEE, the never stressed-never panicked team mate; KUYA ARNEL, the helping hand; ATE GAY, the beaming ray of yellow sunshine; ATE RHONIE, the affable and amiable ate and our ever supportive managers, MS. LLOYD, MS. BUSHA and MOMMY G. Yes, ADC is definitely the epitome of support.
And because I like befriending people, I got close with some of my friends’ friends in the office. Shout out to CHACHA, KAREN O., JOYCE and ALLANA, my uberfriend since college and forever, and her Compregs team mates, NICOLE, the hotness, ALEX and KUYA BOY.
I might’ve turned into an embarrassment and would’ve never pulled this off if not for all them. Oh well, I noticed I’m starting to sound like a celebrity receiving her first Oscar’s award but everything that happened last Friday night was just incredibly unbelievable and definitely a first for me.
Oh! But it didn’t stop there. Just when I thought that before and during the performance were all but shrewd, the things that happened after was just unreservedly INSANE! I need not go on with the details but let’s just imagine the irony of me being composed and refined. Hahahaha!
If it not have been for my ever “shoulder to cry on” friends, MOMMY MARGA, RACHELLE and DAPHNE, I would’ve…I don’t even know. You are ever dependable, always there whenever…that I can recklessly fall into whatever pit knowing you’ll dig it up and pull me up just when I needed to. Yiheeee. This is getting too dramatic. giufhaoiljksgfjkds @_@
Anyway, I am just absurdly happy and exceedingly blessed to have spent a year with all these remarkable people. And this is just the start of the year. Now I know that 2013 will astound me with more shockers and first times for the next 11 months. Hakuna Matata! ^__________^
P.S. KISSTEL, KONICA, MABEL, FIL and PAU…wish you were all there. KOOKIE, KIM, RAZ, NICOLE, RON and JUNE, happy one year to us. cheers!!!
***Sorry for such a long post but this is also to thank everyone for putting up with me, my overflowing adrenaline, my nonsense, my hyperactivity and whatnot. Uber thank you for keeping me sane whenever my screws turn loose. I'm keeping this job because of all of you. ehem.
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| I shouldn't be doing this. But oh well.. |
--wrote this last January 12, 2013 and reposting this here (originally posted on my facebook page)
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