Don’t worry, there was no ghost during the bloggers’ event in Taste Asia. That was just the face of a red curtain pervert. And yeah, bloggers licked the walls of SM Mall of Asia.
I went out early—just a few minutes after the bundy clock rang—to get to another bloggers’ grand event. There were two routes to choose; I can go to Ayala Center, stroll for 30 minutes and ride a bus at EDSA going to SM Mall of Asia. Or, I could use my usual route but I would ride a jeep going to MoA at EDSA instead of going home. I chose the latter, and as expected, I was marinated with Metro Manila smog when I stepped foot on MoA.
More than just a meetup
I prepped a little because I was still wearing the same clothes from office. Then, there I found Taste Asia easily since MoA was just in Pasay, my territory. My cellphone’s MP3′s helped me to ease boredom as I wait for a familiar face to appear in front of me. Shari and his li’l brother arrived, Robby. We registered and sticked those nametags on our chest. I was bearing my pseudonym that night, and yeah it was funny, but still, superfluously cute. Who would notice that anyway if my looks was already overwhelming my smog-marinated clothes and cutesy alias.
We got in and drank a few softdrinks while the waiters served bitesize snacks. Moments later, bloggers were already piling the venue. I found new and unfamiliar faces there. Eric, Doc Tess, LA, along with Poell and still preppy Darwin came a little later. We met the blogger event virgins: headed by Karlo, Yatot, Lalon, Elmo, Jerico and Neil.
Of course, this actually more of a foodfest for me since I was already starving that night. We started to take on the caramel puffs covered with dark chocolate fondu through the choco fountain. Hell yeah, it was awesome and delicious—I never guessed that I would still be craving for it now. I snacked, devoured and fulfilled my senses only realizing my whole mouth was already smothered with the sumptuous chocolate delicacy. As you know, chocolates could notch my senses. I wanted to come back for more but I thought there was more to come.
I was right that this was not just a cocktail, they served dinner too. Yey! I called my gang and yelled “May kanin na!” Gladly, they heard my gullible voice. I ate a portion of every viand I got on my squared plate, I opted out the bamboo shells because it looked like… bamboo. My tummy was filled easily and my stomach was already growling mad at me.
We came back for the raffle of the goodies. I got two goodie bags because my name was drawn and plugged my blog to get the other obsessed prize. The bags consisted of a shirt, bidding cards, packs of socks and a notebook from Walker which everyone liked the cover, except for its leaves which displayed half-naked male celebrities.
I guess everybody loved the Clique Booth. We got shots too. Bloggers were obviously camwhores.
The aftermath of the chocolate fondu: bloggers
orgy camwhoring in Clique Booth.
All enjoyed the night, Marcelle was singing and had a duet with… HIMSELF. The ‘virgins’ and other bloggers left the venue few minutes before midnight. I didn’t stay longer too because I had to work the following day—rather, that morning—and my stomach was already grumpy that night. I left them with a satisfied belly at around 1:00am.
The throne was already enticing me the moment I entered the bathroom. My stomach roared louder and forced me to be king of the tiled room. It was a success and I defecated more than anyone could imagine. Just don’t try to imagine the stench of a controlled shit.
Chocolate is not just known to be a mood lifter but also a popular aphrodisiac. If there were people got too much of that chocolate fondu, did somebody get laid afterwards? I dunno. For me, its effect was spending too much time pondering on the toilet bowl.