A few weeks back, I was fortunate enough to be a +1 in an exclusive Marlboro event in the beautiful Island of Boracay (Fortunate because the winner was my girlfriend… and I automatically became the +1, much to the horror of our other friends). They set us up in a swanky hotel (Discovery Shores Boracay), gave as all-access pass to an exclusive Marlboro launch event in Club Paraw, w/c featured an awesome 2-hour performance by DJ Zedd (who my girlfriend and I mistakenly mistook for the band that performed “Starlight” from the movie “The Hot Chick”), as well as tons of free shit, courtesy of the good people from Marlboro. All in all we were about 30 (15 winners, and 15 +1’s). So much free shit for just saying “Yes” to the question, “Would you be willing to sacrifice your weekend, to go partying with Marlboro?” (Who the fuck would say NO to that?)
Ashamed as I am to admit this, I, a Filipino of 23 years, a valid driver’s license holder of, give or take, 5 years, have never been to the depths of Old Manila on my own free will (well except for the times I would go there with my parents when I was young, and that one time I had to go to Quiapo to get my NBI Clearance). It’s an embarrassing thing to come clean with, but it has to happen. I don’t know why I have never been there. Perhaps it was the non-availability of time, or the daunting task of driving Manila’s sacred esquinitas, and having to look for parking, or just the plain fact that going there never really crossed my mind…the bottom-line is, I have never truly savored the culture Old Manila has to offer… well, until May 19, 2011.