Until now, I could still see this feeble statement within the walls of my computer screen. It’s still flashing through my head, as if roaring aloud in my ear. Dude, I’m helpless.
I didn’t know how powerful a statement could make a person wobbly, indifferent and just like they say, ‘pathetic’.
Months ago, my mother had asked me to go together with her for a trip to Manila. Being an insider in Cebu, a retreat in the capital of the Philippines is surely exciting news for me. Hence, I settled it.
I’m going.
I elatedly packed my bits and pieces; my camera, mini laptop, and my brand new iPod Touch which my father gave me during my 22nd birthday.
The day had finally arrived. Everything was all set. So was I. We headed to the Mactan International Airport. I was starving to death due to excitement. Gladly, I saw a newly opened dessert stall. I bought some doughnuts and iced tea.
“Flight PR834 bound to Manila, you can now check your baggage in.” I can now hear the lousy voice of an airport man. My mom was busy with her cell phone; and So, I decided to pick up her bags and get on the plane with her.
A fresh aroma of business suites and coffee atmosphere invaded the Philippine Airlines Flight PR834. I looked at my plane ticket, and finally found my seat. My mom didn’t want to seat at the aisle, so, we exchanged places.
I could now hear the growl of the raucous propeller wanting to rock and roll. I closed my eyes, and waited for the plane to soar. A few minutes later, I looked at the window in my right and people started to look like ants. No, ants are too familiar to be compared with. Ahmm.. Head parasite would be perfect.
So, I saw head parasites slowly turning out to be dots, and later on, disappeared. Before I knew it, I was already taking my nap.
While I was taking my slumber, someone gently tapped my shoulder.
All I could remember was the voice. “Sorry for waking you up sir, do you want coffee or tea?”
From a vague vision, it suddenly became lucid to me. And what I saw was a girl.
A flight attendant.
A beautiful flight attendant. I was dumbfounded for a moment.
She was the most beautiful creature I saw in my entire life. She has a very slender body, pretty long legs, perfect skin tone and her angelic face made me keel over.
For a moment, I was in heaven.
“Ah, Uh, tea, please.” I couldn’t talk well. I was stuttering.
“Okay sir, for a moment.” She said.
While staring at her, my eyes noticed her name plate.
“DANICA CRIS LIM”. I tried remembering it. But to be sure, I furtively took a pen, a paper to write it down.
A few minutes left, and we will be landing in Manila. I was looking for her. I wanted to introduce myself. But I couldn’t. She just disappeared.
And finally, we’re already in Manila. Before I got off the plane, I was looking at the different faces of the flight attendants who usually greet the passengers before they leave.
Damn, she wasn’t there. No Danica. I couldn’t find my angel.
The only thing that keeps me hoping for a good acquaintance was her name on a piece of paper.
I stayed in Manila for a few days. I visited some relatives, went out with my long lost friends, I went bar hopping, it was really fun, indeed.
But there was a piece of me that is missing. And it’s the flight attendant. I really wanted to meet her.
I kept on thinking of her for some marginal days in Manila.
All of a sudden, I found myself falling for Danica.
It’s odd because, I haven’t fallen for anyone whom I didn’t know. I don’t like this feeling.
I didn’t know what to do so, I asked some help from my friends.
They told me that I should join a social networking sites like Facebook, Multiply or Myspace to find her. I’m not so into those stuffs, but out of desperation, I did it. I gave in.
I opened an account in Facebook. I dreadfully searched for her name.
And I found her.
My hopes went up like a space rocket. I said to myself, the first thing that I would do when I get back in Cebu is to open my computer and pour out my feelings through it.
When we finally got in Cebu, I hurriedly opened my Facebook account and looked for her.
I clicked on ‘Send a message’
“Hi Danica, my name is Christopher. I was on the flight PR834. I hope you still remember me. I want to make friends with you, if you don’t mind.”
At last, I’m done. All I had to do is to wait for a response.
I continued my blissful verve, went back to school, hangout with friends with the same routines which I was used to do before. Every night, before I go to sleep, I always check my Facebook account.
Weeks have passed. No reply.
Months have passed. Still, no reply.
I wrote to her again.
“Miss Danica, I just really want to make friends with you. I hope you’d reply back. Thanks.”
That was my last resort.
And one gloomy evening, I saw that I have one new message. I was excited like a little kid.
“Oh my gosh, I hope this is Danica!”
I excitedly opened it.
And there was a message from a certain Victor Durano with a subject: “This is her boyfriend”
I opened it. Minutes have passed and my keenness went downhill fast.
A plunge of tears fell from my face.
(I wrote this for my friend Marc.)
3 reactions:
nice! ^_^
the entry (sunstar) was too honest, i had to check it here. haha
o sabi na nga bang maganda ung gawa mo.. nag agree sakin ung sunstar.. ^_^ well done!
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