Blognote #5: {10/27/12}

(I am aware that this post is a week late since Masskara happened exactly seven days ago but what the hell, I do what I want.)

So last Saturday, I celebrated the annual Masskara Festival and Street Party with lovely company though we really didn’t do much…partying. I had to walk about 500 meters from the Riverside Hospital to the nearest KFC because my friends were there waiting for me but then while I was walking to my destination, I bumped into them along the way, thus thanking my brother who was kind enough to accompany me (or maybe he was just worried because the streets were packed with people and he probably knows how much of a lost idiot I am). Afterwards, I ate a fast dinner at the famous chicken joint because I was starving and after I was done, we ~challenged~ the streets.

Marielle, Joy and I kind of just walked around Lacson Street, mask-hunting, when we were ambushed by a group of Koreans and Taiwanese who were holding up signs that read “Free Hugs!” and “Hug Me!” and boy was that an experience I would never forget. Imagine hugging complete strangers! I exchanged a few words with a really pretty Taiwanese boy (whom I soon found out was actually a girl - hey, s/he had guy hair!) and also got to talk to a Korean. Our conversation went like this: Me: “Omg I love your country!” His face lights up and he replies: “I love my country too!” And then he hugs me again because he was probably overjoyed by my proclamation of love for the Land of Kimchi.

We got a mini-high from the hugs, so we decided to stop by Starbucks and just chill for awhile. Waffles, tea, and conversations. Afterwards, we kind of walked around again. To put it simply, we did a lot of walking that night.

The rest of the hours passed by quickly and we mainly either walked around listlessly, stayed in the lobby of L’Fisher for I don’t know what purpose, or sat in Scoops eating overpriced ice cream (guys, you should try their Green Tea flavor, it’s really nice) with Julienne, who made guest appearances from time to time. At around 12:30, Joy’s and Marielle’s parents came to pick them up and they dropped me off in front of Mayfair because my sister was there waiting for me.

I stayed for a few more hours with my sister, who was drinking with her friends, and while they were drinking alcoholic drinks, I was there drinking my milk tea which Manang Mimi (my sister’s best friend) bought for me. I love my sister’s friends; they buy me a lot of things. But then, they sort of challenged me to take a few shots…so I did. My head kind of got dizzy but I was okay. At least I didn’t take in enough alcohol to make me drunk.

At around 3 am, my brother came to pick me up so we could go home – yay! I was really tired and sleepy by that time and I could tell my sister wanted me to go home too because she probably didn’t want to be responsible for me anymore. My brother just came from a party of some sort but thank god he wasn’t drunk or I would’ve never known how to get home that night. When we were walking towards our car though, the street was packed with drunken people and wading through the intoxicated crowd who were not in their right state of minds anymore was one of the scariest things I’ve ever experienced. Also, my cousin who was riding home with us threw up in one of the trash bins. Probably had too much to drink.

I arrived at my house 4 am in the fucking morning.

To say that the night tired me out would be an understatement.

But then, my Masskara experience probably wasn’t as ~epic~ as other people’s. Whatever, there’s still next year.

Until the next blognote,

Chryss ◕ ◡ ◕

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