wednesday last week found me waking up at 4 in the morning to get ready for a flight to cebu. it was a company thing, and our flight was at 7:30. because i live several provinces away from the airport, my pick up was at 5.
slept on my way to the airport but i was wide awake when i got there at 5:45. my companion richard's pick up was at 6 so it was a good 45 minutes before he arrived.
we checked in and waited. i brought a book along and was reading when richard nudged me, pointing to a guy who was reading a few meters away from us. it was marc nelson (did i get that right?).
i merely nodded. nice face (almost feminine, i thought), nice body. carrying a book. hmmm. pogi points.
after observing him for a while, i went back to my book.
our flight was delayed for an hour. when we got there i was almost cranky because the itinerary we got specifically stated that our orientation was to start at 10. and we got there at 9:30.
we went to get our checked-in luggage. saw marc nelson again, standing there near the conveyor belt. he was with a tall guy in a black shirt and a cap, and an old lady.
i glanced at them, glanced away, and whipped my head back to look. SI PIOLO!
i started shaking richard's arm (almost tore it off, more likely) all the while saying, "si piolo, si piolo!!!" richard started laughing. he could not elicit a decent response from me regarding marc nelson and here i was, going gaga over piolo pascual.
i know, i know. they say he's gay. but man, standing there all i could think about was how good looking he was, and how beautiful his eyes were.
i didn't have the guts to go near and have our picture taken. it would have been friendster-worthy but as i found out, i'm chicken.
i liked seeing him though. and i told all and sundry that i saw him at the airport.