florida trip
this was my beach when i went to florida:
hahaha. well, what can i say? i had too much business to take care of. luckily my tita had a pool. which was cool, which is all i can say for my paranoia of living creatures lurking beneath the pool, and yes, i do periodically, what say you, a lap each time, get out of the pool, walk around to make sure nothing is in ther with me, dive back in, do a lap, out, check (oh, the wonders of my imagination). not to mention the bugs that i had to clean out. yes, it was raining, and raining, off and on. and i was driving. driving all the time. so....
so now this is me in an attempt to get at least a shot of the beach:
daybreak. ah, it was so quiet. sitting there by the beach, scanning the horizon for a dorsal fin, a jumping fish, or i may even be able to chance upon a dolphin. but not... so on to the airport. fly. fly. fly.
denver, colorado. a stop over. as i was busily trying to figure out which song i wanted to play first on my iRiver. he comes along. walking nonchalantly. and all i could think was, duh. i was dumbfounded. i admit to that. he looked so like dominic monaghan, only more handsome (for those of you who watched LOTR he was Merry the hobbit, for those who watch LOST , he's Charlie, the rocker). well, in this case, this guy looked to be like Charlie, the rocker at lost. And wonder of all wonders, Daniel is in a band. and I just looked. after that I never knew what played next. I just didn't care.
And then, teehee, they called in the parents with kids, people who are disabled and those who need assistance, and the members. so glad that i am. hehe. so i went and sat. Seat 2A, a window seat. And so the plane was loading. And then after a while, there was a little break in loading. it appears that mr. rockstar's seat was 3A. A window seat. Right behind me. BUT, this other guy took his seat. I mean, how can you mistake 2B for 3A??? So, what the heck, the flight attendant wanted other guy to move, and i was watching them with fascination. haha. yeah, right. more like looking at mr. rockstar. but mr. rockstar says, no, it's okay, i'll just sit here. and OMG. i teared my eyes away from his face, and looked out the window, the reason being, i felt blood rushing to my head, and i felt the hot blush creeping up from my neck. i look like a burnt tomato. wahaha. as my brother says, look, you're getting darker... (lol) so, i lowered the armrest, and voila! he plopped down right. beside. me. OMG. pretty soon the flight was on its way. he had a little yellow notepad. he was left handed (sigh.). he writes like a boy. his pen was red. it was marked colorado. and he was writing down sort of like a new crew's rules and regulations thing. and numbers of different people. haha. and what was so interesting is that right beside him, i was furiously writing in my journal as well. OMG. in Filipino. So that he would not understand it for one bit. Ah, to rack my brain for the perfect words, and to not come out with any.
There I was, and there he was. And then there he was. Sleeping. And I wrote and wrote. And then I looked at him, and did say he only looks like dominic monaghan, but he is not dominic monaghan. good. so what's his name? i didn't know. he was so handsome. :) and then i had to go to the restroom. right. window, middle seat, and aisle. yes, i have to traverse that. and of course there was no space. and both my seatmates were asleep. so i tapped rocker once. nothing. another time, a bit harder. nothing. and then took a deep breath and tapped him on the shoulder twice. he woke up. oh my gosh. those eyes. i said i'm sorry, but he said, no, that's ok, that's fine, and he proceeded to wake up aisle man. hehe. so we all got out and the old lady that was in the aisle next to us (aisle man's wife) was looking at me and smiling. i guess i was still red. haha. no i don't guess, i could feel myself still blushing. then back to watching him. haha. i saw him write his name. Daniel C. then we landed in LA. Ah, home for the moment. as soon as phones were allowed on, i saw my messages and since my pen was down in my bag somewhere, i borrowed his. no, not an excuse. but i really needed it. then i dropped the paper i wrote it on, stooped down to see that i dropped my boarding pass (as a souvenir), too. so i grabbed both, and headed out the door. And oh, when i looked to see the boarding pass, it was his. So that's how I found out his name. And that's how i found tha pic of him. But, I had another picture, deleted it, only to find the next day that he was gone from the band, and that picture that i deleted was gone forever. sigh. oh well. at least i got to see my rocker. stop.
hahaha. well, what can i say? i had too much business to take care of. luckily my tita had a pool. which was cool, which is all i can say for my paranoia of living creatures lurking beneath the pool, and yes, i do periodically, what say you, a lap each time, get out of the pool, walk around to make sure nothing is in ther with me, dive back in, do a lap, out, check (oh, the wonders of my imagination). not to mention the bugs that i had to clean out. yes, it was raining, and raining, off and on. and i was driving. driving all the time. so....
so now this is me in an attempt to get at least a shot of the beach:
daybreak. ah, it was so quiet. sitting there by the beach, scanning the horizon for a dorsal fin, a jumping fish, or i may even be able to chance upon a dolphin. but not... so on to the airport. fly. fly. fly.
denver, colorado. a stop over. as i was busily trying to figure out which song i wanted to play first on my iRiver. he comes along. walking nonchalantly. and all i could think was, duh. i was dumbfounded. i admit to that. he looked so like dominic monaghan, only more handsome (for those of you who watched LOTR he was Merry the hobbit, for those who watch LOST , he's Charlie, the rocker). well, in this case, this guy looked to be like Charlie, the rocker at lost. And wonder of all wonders, Daniel is in a band. and I just looked. after that I never knew what played next. I just didn't care.
And then, teehee, they called in the parents with kids, people who are disabled and those who need assistance, and the members. so glad that i am. hehe. so i went and sat. Seat 2A, a window seat. And so the plane was loading. And then after a while, there was a little break in loading. it appears that mr. rockstar's seat was 3A. A window seat. Right behind me. BUT, this other guy took his seat. I mean, how can you mistake 2B for 3A??? So, what the heck, the flight attendant wanted other guy to move, and i was watching them with fascination. haha. yeah, right. more like looking at mr. rockstar. but mr. rockstar says, no, it's okay, i'll just sit here. and OMG. i teared my eyes away from his face, and looked out the window, the reason being, i felt blood rushing to my head, and i felt the hot blush creeping up from my neck. i look like a burnt tomato. wahaha. as my brother says, look, you're getting darker... (lol) so, i lowered the armrest, and voila! he plopped down right. beside. me. OMG. pretty soon the flight was on its way. he had a little yellow notepad. he was left handed (sigh.). he writes like a boy. his pen was red. it was marked colorado. and he was writing down sort of like a new crew's rules and regulations thing. and numbers of different people. haha. and what was so interesting is that right beside him, i was furiously writing in my journal as well. OMG. in Filipino. So that he would not understand it for one bit. Ah, to rack my brain for the perfect words, and to not come out with any.
There I was, and there he was. And then there he was. Sleeping. And I wrote and wrote. And then I looked at him, and did say he only looks like dominic monaghan, but he is not dominic monaghan. good. so what's his name? i didn't know. he was so handsome. :) and then i had to go to the restroom. right. window, middle seat, and aisle. yes, i have to traverse that. and of course there was no space. and both my seatmates were asleep. so i tapped rocker once. nothing. another time, a bit harder. nothing. and then took a deep breath and tapped him on the shoulder twice. he woke up. oh my gosh. those eyes. i said i'm sorry, but he said, no, that's ok, that's fine, and he proceeded to wake up aisle man. hehe. so we all got out and the old lady that was in the aisle next to us (aisle man's wife) was looking at me and smiling. i guess i was still red. haha. no i don't guess, i could feel myself still blushing. then back to watching him. haha. i saw him write his name. Daniel C. then we landed in LA. Ah, home for the moment. as soon as phones were allowed on, i saw my messages and since my pen was down in my bag somewhere, i borrowed his. no, not an excuse. but i really needed it. then i dropped the paper i wrote it on, stooped down to see that i dropped my boarding pass (as a souvenir), too. so i grabbed both, and headed out the door. And oh, when i looked to see the boarding pass, it was his. So that's how I found out his name. And that's how i found tha pic of him. But, I had another picture, deleted it, only to find the next day that he was gone from the band, and that picture that i deleted was gone forever. sigh. oh well. at least i got to see my rocker. stop.
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