Ploynita: She’s so beautiful that Meily’s got a runny nose.
Meily: She’s so handsome that I’ve got a runny nose. (laughs)
Meily: But seriously, she’s really handsome. She has so much charm. Sitting that close to her… I couldn’t handle it. I was so shy.
Ploynita: Were you sitting right next to her?
Meily: Yes, I was. There was a chair with my name on it that said “Meily,” and right next to it was…
Ploynita: P’Faye…
Meily: Exactly.
Ploynita: Ahhhh! Since the pageant ended, this is the one thing I’ve been most jealous of.
Meily: Right now, everyone is jealous of me.
Ploynita: That’s the one thing I wish I could trade places with you for.
Meily: Everyone, listen. There was my chair, and right beside it was P’Faye’s. It was like the staff arranged it specifically for me.
But we didn’t really talk. We just smiled at each other.
I was nervous. The level of her handsomeness was overwhelming.
Ploynita: P’Faye is such a mature and wonderful person. You’re so lucky. I’m jealous.
Meily: But she came with her girlfriend…
Meily: …She came with her girlfriend.
Ploynita: Wait, really? Atom came too?
Meily: Yes, Atom was there too.
Ploynita: Realllllly?!
Meily: Oh my gosh… I’ve been blessed.
Ploynita: That’s the ultimate. Absolutely the ultimate.
Meily: I’m basically a fan trapped inside an artist’s body. Do you understand me?
Ploynita: Ever since the pageant ended, whenever someone asks me who the best is, I always answer: P’Faye.
Meily: People ask me the same question… who’s the best? And I only have one answer. I even show them her picture…
