Lord, why me?
I dont really know what kind of energy im exuding that's making other people make me on top of their "Crazy" list. It seems that whenever there's a program being organized, my officemates never fail to volunteer me. This time, they supplied my name to the Senior Vice President to lead the marketing presentation for the upcoming Sportsfest. Ano ba?!? Mukha ba akong athletic? Mukha ba akong fit? nakikita nyo ba ang katawan ko?!?!
Anyway, i didnt have the chance to say no. They appointed me, dragged my name right in the middle of their meeting with our honorable SVP, who by the way, has no idea who I am. Yes, we had some run-ins in the bathroom, in my area, inside her office, but those did not elicit a closeness akin to familiarity. She isnt really my favorite person and the last thing i want is to be in her radar. But hell, there's nothing i can do about it now. Ang masasabi ko lang ay kung sino man ang nagvolunteer sa akin, PAKSYET SHA! mararanasan nya ang hagupit ng aking paghihimagsik.
Actually, kilala ko na sila. What's baffling about it is that we are not in any way close. That's why I'm sure that there's something not right about this entire episode. Hindi naman pwedeng nakikita nila ang kagalingan kong sumayaw dahil hindi naman ako sumasayaw sa office (well, actually, sometimes i do-- just to piss Ambec off). Okay, I'm loud, i'm bibo, but i didnt know i was this bibo.
Okay, i shall take this in a graceful manner. I asked the help of the CAA Mafia and we've decided we are going to dance the ballroom. Although it took a lot of charm and pouting lips to convince them to join me, the boys of Sales agreed to ballroom dance. Now if i could only choreograph a dance. Hindi, kaya ko yan. Ika nga ni Ms. Tetchi, I'm the perfect person for the job because im the nearest thing to being gay. Salamat Ms. tetchi, you just dont know what that did to my self-esteem--- it's sky rocketing.
After a thorough bull session, we changed our dance to that of a slutty, ledge dance without the pole (although the offer of our AVP to supply one was too tempting to ignore). Mas feel daw ni Boss MIke na magsayaw ng "ma hamps" by the "Pussycat Dogs" kaya sige, ibigay ang hilig.
Since we do not have much time to create a dance, we went to Karyll's house to practice. A futile attempt, although a good form of cardio. Finally, after 3 hours, we succumbed to the truth that we cant do it. After a minute thought, i rang Mamba and asked her to teach us a dance tomorrow (which didnt happen, by the way... She was busy overhauling her hair). And with that, we lay in a heap of exhaustion and sang our way to oblivion.
Tomorrow, i shall once again attempt to reincarnate Shakira, a difficult feat since she is still alive.
CHANGING MY WORLD, ONE MISTAKE AT A TIME.
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