Last night, the company I work for organized a celebration of its sixth anniversary. Everybody had thir mind on the celebrity hosts though. Chinggay Andrada and Rico (forgot his last name, sorry), Monster Radio 93.1 DJ's, hosted the event. It was the first time a thrid-party organizer id the party for the company, so they must've felt the need to enjoin the help of celebs to create a lasting impression (read: contract for next year's celebration). Well, it worked. A lot of people attended this year's anniversary. An unusually high participation rate was observed.
Our department in particular prepared a presentation. As with tradition, all teams were required to enter participants into a competition. Stage presentations have been a yearly event ever since anyone can remember - LOL. I was worried for a while though. Since we're the smallest department, most of our people were involved in the actual performance (on-stage and backstage). I was worried nobody would be there to clap for us, audience impact making up a large chunk of the criteria. Owing to the fact that the other departments managed only mediocre performances, we were able to bag the first prize. The more strangely-dressed of our folks were even got the chance to chitchat with Chinggay after the performance. We had our boys dress up with a variety of military and police uniforms, construction crew get-ups and Native American headdresses. I was glad to note that though there was a lot of cross-dressing in the presentations, we proved it was a concept that's been used and reused way too much. "Gasgas na yan!", to take the words from one of our enterprising supervisors.
Anyway, I was mildly disappointed when I saw Chinggay in person. She wasn't as stunningly beautiful in person as she was in the revered pages of FHM. She was buff alright. She was gorgeus too in that tan number that she wore for the night. I even got the chance to walk behind her (no, i am not a stalker you dummy) as she exited one of the conference rooms they used for a dressing room. Being too shy to say hi (as i always am), I adjusted my gait so I wouldn't have to go past her if she noticed me walking behind her. That was awkward alright.
After the party ended, an immediate onslaught of online invites to online pic galleries ensued. You have got to marvel at the immediacy at which digital technology can deliver. There were even shots taken by a few dubious photographers who attempted to get upskirt pics. Tsk*Tsk. That was bad. The good thing was they failed to take any good pics.
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