It was a weird day in the mall.
It was another New Worlds Convention day. This day was extremely (and somewhat ridiculously) successful. There were thousands of people there. The (and, again, somewhat ridiculously...) huge Market Market mall was filled with thousands of cosplayer. I saw exactly 5 parties of people completing the 9 ring wraiths. Not to mention a whole armada of Encantadia soldiers. No Darna in sight though.
I was assigned in the convention's filk section. There was this new marketing scheme, tie-up with the mall's shops to get what the Con needs. We, the filkers particularly, needed a Drum Kit. But as Pao J. was missing, we couldn't get the clearance to take the Drum Kit from the Musical shop the Con tied up with. As the confusion of organizing event continued, I didn't know if we really got the drum kit or we ever got to play. The dream continued with a cut scene.
The next thing I knew, the con was over and we were headed to a swimming party/lessons. Pao J. was the instructor. I was just a giggly 12 year old waiting for the party to start ... oh and the lessons too. The whole swimming class was divided into 5 groups. We get one Hunk Member each. I coudln't understand if it was a fortunate thing we got Bernard Palanca.
He was late ... caught up in an important meeting. He was really no longer a hunk, but more of a business man associated in the arts. If anybody knew who Bernard Palanca is, then it should be obvious it's a family thing.
He arrived eventually and said his apologies. He went straight to this specialty shop he apparently owned as this was where we waited for him expressing our thoguhts on the recently concluded con and our excitement over the party that surely would cap the con.
But that's it. We were late, so we went on to the party ... I wonder if I learned anything about swimming at all.
