...David Archuleta at the Airport...

I could barely remember the whole story.

The only thing I know is that I wrote everything in my hard-bound diary. Yes, it's so complicated! That day was the best day of my entire life. And my head wont let go those black Nokia ear phones, listening to the newly-made playlist - which I named "DaViD".

Wait - - - I'll flip through my diary and I think I should probably write the exact same thing!

Start reading here.

...flip!...flip!...flip!...

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April 13, 2009 (10:30 pm)

-->> The exact date we went home to Manila from Zamboanga. <<--

Whew! Grabe. Tatlong buwan bago naka-sulat ulit ako sa diary ko. Well, nangyari na ang dapat mangyari...

Nakakainis nga at di kita nadala sa Z City! Amp. Una sa lahat, ako ay magiging Juniors na! Finish na Sophies.

Ano ba yan! Ang init dito sa Manila. Kaya pala sa plurk ko yung mga taga-Manila hataw mag-plurk kasi mainit ang temperature. Why am I speaking Tagalog??? Anyways, I became top 2 after all my ballet shows. At least improving from freshman! =]

Tapos Top 1 si Cuevas, as usual. He strived because I think he was grounded. Jogging in the morning, and went back home late afternoon. But now he's a lot better. And what's worse is that my mom likes him. What---??? Error upload guys. (But we talk na to each other! Yes, improving na. Di na kami nahihiya. Makapal na ang mga mukha. Waha.) Tapos... PROM na!!!

Ayayay! I'm gonna take up law. Yah. I wanna be an attorney. And I am sure. It's all of Legally Blonde's infulence. =]] I forgot to tell you na nag-NAT test kami before end ng school year 08-09 sa Catholic School "what-ever"! And we saw KOREAN-gwapo guys who are eventually NERDS. Pero cute kahit naka-tuck in sila. Nyekek. Tapos may girlfriend pala ang crush ko sa school. Tapos dun sa Z City... internet ALL DAY.

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April 14, 2009 (7:21 am)

So goodmorning.

I just finished coloring from the recent page:-D My aircon last night? I did not feel cold. Even it was my period! Gasp. Speaking of my period, I hope ballet class today isn't that hard as it looks. Although I think I have four classes a day for six days a week for two months. I know I can do it! Anyways, I've changed my handwriting. And the broken news from Zamboanga? Oh yeah. Internet there was insanely fast and faster than Superman. Seriously! Almost everyday I open like, ten websites and in a flash I jump into another. I hate here in Manila. Slow WIFI. But I think I could manage it. I bought a guitar by the way. Argh! It's my second day mens. Why?! Why me??! Oh! About the DAVID ARCHULETA.

I made the name up at the airport (PAL) because I don't know his actual name. And his shirt captured my eyes. So this is the whole story... from Zambo, we were last to come there in flight and when we came there the plane was already boarding and we were like, OH NO!!! It's leaving! So...yeah. But it was fun racing through those scan machines. Sad though, that I may not be going back there anymore. I'm sure I'll really miss it.

So we ran up and went there so fast and I hope my guitar is not out of tune from travelling.

And then I saw from business class - a guy who looks like David Archuleta - and what's even better is that he is wearing my favorite color - a purple shirt. But actually it's dark violet.

As I grabbed my seat (two lined-seats at the back from his - or three, maybe?!...) I described him in my head - he had pink, rosy cheeks, and I can hear him speaking to the stewards there who assists him in fluent English. But he was alone in his line and no one to talk to. (I think he was alone the whole flight! You know. No parents there.) And he looks like David A.!!!

For a moment there, he looked at me.




...





...That I was maybe, playing the guitar. Then we went down the plane, I didn't get the chance to look at him again.

(But I heard him unfastened his seatbelt! Wow, I'm so detailed.)





In the airport, of course I had to pee!

So when I got out, I saw him and passed by right in front of me!!!

And saw him again. But I was just glancing and can't really remember his ideal face.



So I told myself he was David.




...



Wait! There's more! At the baggage. You know, the huge revolving thing when you get to the airport. Then I saw the left side of his cheek. It's really him, I mean, he's really "David" from Business Class. (Wow, mayaman.) Tapos...tapos...tapos, ugh! I really love the hair.

So when our bags were already complete, we walked away silently and...

...I didn't look back.




But my memories were on playlist.