last of the echo series

So, ok. You guys must be bleeding in the ears (or in this case, swelling in the eyes) by now with my echo news.

I just love him.

*sigh* Jericho Rosales.

 

Please, just this last time…

 

Pacquiao the Movie premiere.

 

Since I slaved for a week, playing PA to the cast and crew of the said movie, while shooting aboard the brand name that puts nice heels on my feet (I really can’t say “puts food on the table”), SuperFerry, I was fortunately given a deluxe seat at the premiere.

 

Together with my uber-cute officemate, Judd and his equally uber-cute friend Paui, I walked the “red carpet,” wearing my lucky pinstripe pa-cute suit with flirty skirt, plus my Kamiseta shirt with this shimmering butterfly accent. Boy, did I look “important!” tee-hee.

 

So, I watched the movie, right? Nothing significant there. But, sure, OK, it was good. Jericho gave a stellar performance as Pacquaio blah blah blah…

 

After party. Italianni’s restaurant. Rubbing elbows with the artistas. Golly. =D

 

Echo: hey!

Me: hey, you!

Echo: thanks for coming!

Me: no prob. Hey, congrats, ha? You were awesome *flirty smile*

Heart suddenly appears. *dang*

Echo: awww. Thanks! *leans closer for a peck on the cheek*

Me: MWAH!

Heart, looking like a porcelain doll, smiles at me.

Me, under my breath: damn you.

I smiled back.

 

I could definitely get used to this shizz.

Ah, the life of a socialite.

 

Haha. Yeah, right.