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.