11.Markahit pagod, pwede
The scene: Midnight arrival on a foreign country, a chaotic airport with missing baggage and a fear of missing your ride to the hotel.
I didn’t need a mirror to tell me how I looked – like a zombie. Bleary-eyed, messy hair due to static from rubbing against the plane’s headrest, uncomfortable skin in need of a bath, and I probably stank.
My worst nightmare was confirmed when I got to the exit. It was teeming with people waiting for friends, loved ones and customers. But not one was waiting for me. Where was the rep with the placard bearing my name or even my hotel?
The little dignity I have left contained the tears and tantrum that wanted so much to burst. I turned to the left and looked – nada. I turned to my right – nada.
Ahh hang on, turned right again and saw this hot guy checking me out. Tall latino with muscly arms and crazy hair that I find so attractive. He smiled knowing that I looked back to make sure I was the object of his attention.
I managed an exasperated smile.
Thank God for small mercies. Even if I was dogtired, hungry and getting madder by the minute, I felt flattered and a little bit better.
Wala makiri talaga ang lola nyo.
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oks lang yan, we understand, na if pagod ka from the trip, nasa hallucination period ka, ahihihiii.
Hindi kami mag susumbong ke fafa na meron ka na meet na latino.
Mexicano ba, or portuguese?
Uy, hair mo abot dito, hehe
I tried cutting it… honest :-P
francesca, ek-sak-ly
parang oasis sa gitna nang desyerto… kaya lang instead na food and water, hunk ang nakita ko… masama ba yun?
Oh, I say… sulit nga :-)
to be continued ba?
ha ha ha, he probably was hoping you were single. you should have said like this, “you look like someone i know.:
pining, sus to be continued in my dreams
hi belle!
baka bebentahan lang ako nun local currency kaya nakatingin
I love this post
ganyan ba ang naramdaman ng aking lola?