Sexta-feira, Dezembro 10, 2004
My Story Went Like This
Yesterday, after my duty in Aurora Quezon Lying-In Clinic (that's in Tondo, not in Quezon province), I went to meet with my Mama at the Ayala Center not only because I was so distressed to be walking along the smelly Divisoria that afternoon, but I also had to buy stuff for my next duty.
So I rode the LRT and MRT, dropped off at the Ayala Station, and dashed toward G4's main entrance. Anyway, there was some sort of commotion at the threshold. I thought the security guards were doing some thorough inspection (finally) in the customers' bags that's why the queue was long. But I was wrong because upon getting there I realized that the one causing the fuss was Bayani Agbayani signing an autograph for the lady security guard.
Enough of Bayani, he's not important in the scene anyway. After successfully walking ahead of the actor, I continued making SMS to my mother, my eyes concentrated on my cell phone's number pad. But as I made my way in front of the Marks and Spencer store, I suddenly began to look up and... there she was walking opposite my direction -- the famous curly-haired Hawaiian -- now standing two feet away from me. And she had managed to look straight at me. It must have been because of the white uniform I was wearing that time that made me very noticeable.
My brain was processing so slowly that I halted right there like a creature frozen during Ice Age. Her face was damn familiar I just could not guess her name right away.
CAMILE VELASCO.
And then my jaw dropped to the cold marble floor. I did not know she'd be here! That she'd be having a concert with Martin Nievera today (December 10)!
After what seemed like an hour, I had managed to walk ahead but this time my legs were wobbling. Like a sudden rush of ATPs waiting to be consumed, I agitatedly sent SMS to my friends and Ate Nik, telling them that I just bumped into Camile Velasco. "I should have asked for her autograph but did not!"
Believe me, I have never been to an international artist's concert. And this is actually my first time to ever run into some American Idol. Somehow I regret not being able to ask for her autograph.
But after about ten minutes of walking inside Glorietta, I saw her again. But I think she saw me first since I was all in white. This time I smiled, gained enough self-confidence and coolness, and went toward her. Our dialog went like this:
Trish: Hi! May I ask for your autograph?
Camile: Sure. (Smiles)
*While getting my small notebook and black pen...
Trish: I already recognized you a while ago. I was just too stunned when I saw you. (Ano raw?)
Here. (She received the green notebook and my black Pilot ballpoint pen.)
*Silence
*Camile looks at the notepad then...
Camile: Who should I write this to?
*Tough question. I'm not a fan of Camile. Boy. I wasn't even aware she's having a concert here. But I guess my gay friend who's an avid fan of Camile would love to be recognized...
Trish: Uh, BREN! And... TRISH! (Yes!)
Camile: How do you spell that?
*I spelled out our names. My face was getting really warm that time.
*Silence.
*I believe I was blushing all over while she was writing her inscription yet I was so shy to look at her face. Instead I had managed to take quick but careful look at what she was wearing. I regret I don't own a camera phone. Had I only owned one, it would have been ubercool. She was dressed in a tiny black tube (the one that only covers her bosom) under a brown jacket that fits her pretty well. Her pair of capri pants has the same color as her jacket. And her black pair of slip ons seemed appropriate to be used for window-shopping in Glorietta. Her long nails were painted green and she wore so many bracelets. I even noticed she wears a gem-studded, star-shaped necklace, which I think looks really cute on her. Camile's about my height and is so kayumanggi. She is a very beautiful Filipina.
*Camile handed me my pen and notepad back.
Trish: Thank you very much!
Camile: You're welcome. You have a nice day!
Trish: Thanks! You, too!
The end.
In case you are curious about what she wrote:
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It says, "To: Bren and Trish, love life!!" I don't understand her end greeting (the bating pangwakas). Anyway, the signature wrote: Camile R. Velasco.
She seemed so pleasant when I asked for her autograph. I think that would be enough compromise to my having failed to get Leila Barros' autograph the last time she visited the Philippines.
So I rode the LRT and MRT, dropped off at the Ayala Station, and dashed toward G4's main entrance. Anyway, there was some sort of commotion at the threshold. I thought the security guards were doing some thorough inspection (finally) in the customers' bags that's why the queue was long. But I was wrong because upon getting there I realized that the one causing the fuss was Bayani Agbayani signing an autograph for the lady security guard.
Enough of Bayani, he's not important in the scene anyway. After successfully walking ahead of the actor, I continued making SMS to my mother, my eyes concentrated on my cell phone's number pad. But as I made my way in front of the Marks and Spencer store, I suddenly began to look up and... there she was walking opposite my direction -- the famous curly-haired Hawaiian -- now standing two feet away from me. And she had managed to look straight at me. It must have been because of the white uniform I was wearing that time that made me very noticeable.
My brain was processing so slowly that I halted right there like a creature frozen during Ice Age. Her face was damn familiar I just could not guess her name right away.
CAMILE VELASCO.
And then my jaw dropped to the cold marble floor. I did not know she'd be here! That she'd be having a concert with Martin Nievera today (December 10)!
After what seemed like an hour, I had managed to walk ahead but this time my legs were wobbling. Like a sudden rush of ATPs waiting to be consumed, I agitatedly sent SMS to my friends and Ate Nik, telling them that I just bumped into Camile Velasco. "I should have asked for her autograph but did not!"
Believe me, I have never been to an international artist's concert. And this is actually my first time to ever run into some American Idol. Somehow I regret not being able to ask for her autograph.
But after about ten minutes of walking inside Glorietta, I saw her again. But I think she saw me first since I was all in white. This time I smiled, gained enough self-confidence and coolness, and went toward her. Our dialog went like this:
Trish: Hi! May I ask for your autograph?
Camile: Sure. (Smiles)
*While getting my small notebook and black pen...
Trish: I already recognized you a while ago. I was just too stunned when I saw you. (Ano raw?)
Here. (She received the green notebook and my black Pilot ballpoint pen.)
*Silence
*Camile looks at the notepad then...
Camile: Who should I write this to?
*Tough question. I'm not a fan of Camile. Boy. I wasn't even aware she's having a concert here. But I guess my gay friend who's an avid fan of Camile would love to be recognized...
Trish: Uh, BREN! And... TRISH! (Yes!)
Camile: How do you spell that?
*I spelled out our names. My face was getting really warm that time.
*Silence.
*I believe I was blushing all over while she was writing her inscription yet I was so shy to look at her face. Instead I had managed to take quick but careful look at what she was wearing. I regret I don't own a camera phone. Had I only owned one, it would have been ubercool. She was dressed in a tiny black tube (the one that only covers her bosom) under a brown jacket that fits her pretty well. Her pair of capri pants has the same color as her jacket. And her black pair of slip ons seemed appropriate to be used for window-shopping in Glorietta. Her long nails were painted green and she wore so many bracelets. I even noticed she wears a gem-studded, star-shaped necklace, which I think looks really cute on her. Camile's about my height and is so kayumanggi. She is a very beautiful Filipina.
*Camile handed me my pen and notepad back.
Trish: Thank you very much!
Camile: You're welcome. You have a nice day!
Trish: Thanks! You, too!
The end.
In case you are curious about what she wrote:
It says, "To: Bren and Trish, love life!!" I don't understand her end greeting (the bating pangwakas). Anyway, the signature wrote: Camile R. Velasco.
She seemed so pleasant when I asked for her autograph. I think that would be enough compromise to my having failed to get Leila Barros' autograph the last time she visited the Philippines.
Carnaval took a nap at 7:59:00 PM
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