Of Discovery, Discovering and Discover

Saturday night.


As my feet quickly hopped onto the tarmac of Ortigas, I let out a deep breath while saying to myself: "This is it!" The traffic jam and the burst of people coming from inside Megamall did not stop me from hiking through the gargantuan infrastructure towards the exit where I need to walk through. Heading towards Saint Francis Square to make a short cut inside, perhaps, I suddenly realized that it was already closed and I can't enter through to cut my way towards Podium into ADB Avenue.


"Damn!" I voiced out my frustration amidst people walking on all corners of the street. Oh well, it was still a pretty cool night and I know it's well worth it. I smiled and walked towards the other side of the road going to ADB Avenue and as soon as I saw some employees walking from Podium, I made a left turn towards it and entered the posh mall with nonchalance but with stride and poise as if I bought something inside. I opened the glass door towards the exit and found myself walking towards the west - Discovery Suites. The cardio freak in me brisk walked not knowing where the place really is. All I know was that it's at ADB Avenue and near Holiday Inn.


Or so I thought.


Passing through Oakwood Residences made me feel queasy as if I made a wrong turn and yes, sweat - and lots of it - was already forming on my nape, my chest, my back and my legs. I love doing cardio but not too much because this was not the right time. I looked across Holiday Inn and realized that I have somehow already missed it.


"Sir, where is Discovery Suites?" I asked a security guard from a nearby condo.


"It's in front of Podium. From here walk towards the next street towards the east then make a left turn. The street is just after Oakwood." The guard patiently gave me instructions.


"Mother of all...!" I silently screamed in my head. Such a hassle. I just passed through that building!


With another deep breath, a sigh, and an optimism, I walked back towards where the guard told me to go. I literally looked like a foreigner in desperate need of a tour guide. Man, my internal GPS is still whacked and I badly need to get it fixed. As my perspiration increased and my breathing became heavier I came across The Malayan Plaza where a glint of hope deemed on me. I felt I was near. Walking straight towards Emerald Ave., I still can't find the place, though.


"Sir, where is Discovery Suites?" I asked another guard, now from La Isla Condominium.


"There, third building." He pointed near Malayan.


"Ahhh, thank you." I can not thank him enough. I walked towards the first, second and finally the third building.


Trudging my feet onto the front desk, I heard someone call my name from behind, it was an acquaintance of mine.


"Room ***, please." I told the front desk officer.


"Under what name, sir?" The officer smiled while she asked.


I told her the name and she ordered her co-staff to assist us to the elevator. While inside the elevator I felt relieved. 


Thank goodness for the power of interrogation. And the power of a fabulous party.






Part 1