PLANES, RAIN AND BUTTERFLIES

WAITING FOR MY DESTINY AT THE AIRPORT ON A RAINY NIGHT 

That familiar smell If aircon and damp upholstery greeted my senses as soon as I climb the bus, which made me thankful for that egg, hotdog and rice combo I ordered at terminal carinderia. i’d like to mention first that I always get motion-sickness no matter how smooth the trip,  but that is not the point of this story 😂

The terminal is just starting get busy as a flurry of local and foreign travellers alighted from transport van from the city. There’s still a few people aboard my bus. as I look out my front seat window, i’m trying to make a list of all the possible things I forgot (I tend to worry a lot), and then when i’m positive I did not forget anything, I tried to worry about the weather. It was sunny, but with my province’ erratic weather, you can’t tell. I calculated i’d be in the city at 4pm. Still enough time to drop by the mall and change from my travel cloths.  

Okey,  I must admit i’m trying to distract my self from the real reason of this trip: the love of my life, my LDR, my one and only,  my fate, my destiny, my dearest R is coming to visit for 20 days! he’s gonna travel more than 8,000 miles, 4 airport stopovers and i‘m the one feeling nervous and happy and ecstatic and excited and anxious! (all kinds of feel) lol 

The 5-hour trip from El Nido is smooth by itself, so smooth that i didn’t woke up from my nap if the bus conductor did not announced that we’re going to have lunch at a highway carinderia. 

We arrived at 4:30pm in the city, dark clouds started gathering and as I alighted from the bus to hail a tricycle,  the smell of impending rain is in the air.
I dragged my two overstuffed bags and a native handcrafted basket on the security table at the entrance of the mall while a security personnel looks at me puzzled but gave my bags a prefunctory check (i’m secretly crossing fingers that none of my undergarments are visible lol) and let me go. I left all my luggage at the baggage counter and started to find the nearest comfort room, when i remember that I need  clothes to change in to. 

I took out my rubber shoes, and clean shirt and a jacket, my make up kit and beauty stuff (😜 i just want to look beautiful for my honey) and proceeded to change and apply those. I dropped by the french patisserie’ and got 2 large clubhouse sandwiches (i savagely bit into one).  There’s a full blown rain after outside. I checked the time and it’s 5:20pm which sent me in an instant panicky mode. I tried to recall the new airport location and take the nearest tricycle to take me there. 

As we enter the airport, i told the driver to take me to the ARRIVAL area, he glanced at my bags and said maybe it’s the DEPARTURE I mean. I said i’m sure I want to be in the ARRIVAL area. It’s 5:44 and I’m trying to collect my composure 

I took one of the wooden chairs that resembles a washed out log from the beach and put my bags underneath before whipping out my phone, camera on ready, eagerly looking at the door marked “ARRIVAL”. I tried to relax,  and noticed some of the people waiting as well, staff from hotels carrying placards with the name of the person they have to pick up and bored tourist transpo drivers. I asked an old lady near me if they’re also waiting for the 6pm flight and she said yes, she’s waiting for her son too. By this time i can feel strong wind and rain blowing on our direction, puddles forming  on the walkway and lightning illuminated the roof of the building across while thunders boomed in the distance. 

The ink on placards carried by hotel staffs started to blot, the cardboard soft and damp,  when we hear the first sound, air whizzing as an aircraft tried , and as the dismayed placard-carriers told us, failed to land,  due to bad weather. 

This news was further enforced by alarmingly sharp lightnings. I must confess i’m scared of lightning and thunder, and being in an open area with vertical roofs doesn’t help much but my anxiousness is overriding any of fears at the moment I think. 

There’s 4 more failed landings after that as the area was mercilessly pounded by rain. With each sound of approaching aircraft, me and my fellow airport wait-ers would glance at each other, asking silently who will go next to the security personnel at the arrival area to ask if it safely landed, what’s the flight number and if the flight we’re specifically waiting was cancelled for the night and re-scheduled. It’s 8:30pm, the flight bulletin board still flashed the airline name of flights scheduled to land, tho some turned back to Manila to await for the weather to clear. I squinted and try to read the airline names, but without my glasses,  all I can see is a blur. And this point, i’m starting to worry about R and hoping his aircraft is safely back in Manila.  I wonder what’s he’s thinking of this crazy unwelcoming weather here. 

(and hoping that at the airline is serving them good dinner at least) 😂


The rain started to slow down and finally settled into a drizzle when I heard a flurry of activity. A flight safely landed!!! 

So i took out my mirror,  apply a dab of powder and a light lipstick to wait near the ARRIVAL door. 

but alas! it’s not the flight i’m waiting! 

So back on the waiting area, arranging and re-arranging my bags. All the while ignoring the feeling on the pit of my stomach, trying not to worry. 

There’s 2 more flights after that, and my rush to the arrival area was fruitless. But I’m positive about the last one coz i’m sure the weather mixed up the scheduling pattern of the airlines, this time i stayed just a few meter at the arrival door. 

so positive that I applied a full lipstick and a thicker foundation, and a generous dab of cologne, again. 😂😂😂 

I watched as the passengers trickled out of that door, scanning each one. but to no avail. my R’s not there. I peeked inside the glass panels where i can see less than 10 people queuing for the baggages, trying to see familiar details, trying to read every the movements, but i’m he’s simply not there. 

I have to mention that I know in advance that phone communication isn’t possible between us as US phone network will not work here in the Philippines, so i’m not expecting to hear from him through his phone. 

as the last one of the passenger, the son of the old lady I waited with walk out and greeted by his mom, my tears trickled and i walk fast behind the columns, feeling overwhelmingly confused. what happened? where is he? 

I tried to recall our last phone conversation, few minutes before he rode an UBER taxi to Houston Airport. 

I checked my phone, desperate to do anything. to get an answer, only to be greeted by 2% phone battery. 

my thought’s in chaos as I walk back to where i left my bag besides some hotel staff preparing to leave, trying to stay calm and think. The people gathered at the waiting is is dwindling, everyone seems happily reunited with the person they’re waiting for.  lucky 

Should I call mama? should I message his sister, his friends to ask what happened? but my phone’s dying. 

With a just a bit of my conscious thought left, I decided I have to find a lodge or check in into a nearest inn just outside the airport premises, so I could charge, change clothes,  then get back and spend the night at the airport. I just have to be close, I felt I needed to be at the airport. 

I talk to one of the van driver and ask if I can get a ride just outside the airport. he said yes but we have to wait coz he’s waiting for another flight! 

a flight! another flight! but the security at the door said there’s no more flight for the night! 

I instantly felt awake and full of energy as i step into the puddles, nearly forgetting to thank him, unmindful of my clothes, my make up melting in the rain. 

then I noticed that tricycles are arriving bringing in new people to wait. 

That last flight landed, and for what seems to be an eternity, at nearly 10pm, the first of the passengers stepped out that door, one of them wearing blue stripes and pushing a cart, talking to airport staff, I can’t even see his face because of my helplessly blurred vision but i know it’s him. I just know

I step towards them without hesitation, the rain feels cold, and my pants and shoes are soaked, but I heard my name! my mascara running down, my lisptick all blotted out, and hair plastered unflatteringly to my head, but I just needed to get to him and touch him and make sure he’s alright! 

I spent thousands of hours rehearsing this very moment I my mind,  trying to come up with a memorable line, but all i can say when I hugged him is “at last!😂😂😂 wow. 

I can see his blue eyes become confused for a second, trying to understand what bump/hug him (i’m heavy lol) before turning at it’s bluest as he recognized me (at least he did not get scared lol)

Apparently the agency in Singapore where he booked transfered him to another flight in Manila because they said he might missed his original Manila – Puerto Princesa flight and he’s been trying to contact me using the Singapore airline employee’s phone, even searching for my Facebook to send  a message to assure me but my facebook page’s not searchable to other people that i don’t have mutual  friend with.  He’s also worried that I won’t be at the airport when he lands because of all the delays and asked the airport staff to announce my name on the PA system of the airport 😂

Being a romantic person that I am, it amazed me so much how there’s many contributing factors that could ruin that moment, many little inconveniences, many delays, many hindering factors, lost of communication etc, and how it turned out to be alright and perfect at end of that airport episode.

~ I know that this sounds cliche’ but the moment I touched him, everything vanished, every particle of the universe makes sense, and i saw all the goodness in the world. my heart sung, and my ear blocked out all the noises of the outside world, and I only want to be immersed in the warmness of his embrace. That’s where I belong, in his arms, the place where I should be, the one I’ve been looking for my whole life through, where every path leads me too, where I found the other half of my soul, the fulfillment of my every wish, my every dream. ~ 

It’s nothing short of magical, better than any soup on a cold night, better than choco chip cookies or pizza or burger or coffee (and I’m a super duper coffee fan, mind you lol) 

I even forgot that people are watching, and it’s raining lol i could’ve fallen asleep in his arm right there if he did not moved 😂 

Everything turned out to be just perfect. 

(well, until we rode the taxi and i saw myself in the mirror, I look like an alien and predator hybrid with my runny make up, but thanks to the dim interior of the car he seemed not noticed 😂😂😂, sorry to sound obsessed with my appearance, it’s just so funny how I applied powder 3 times, lipstick 4 times during the course of waiting, only to let him see me looking like a washed out, pale starving vampire😂)

And I assure you there’s more. I’m excited and very happy to share about our amazing adventures together on the next post, so stay tuned!

Happy Weekend, everyone! 

Kiss someone you love today and hold their hand every chance you get. Seize every moment. 

Amor Vincit Omnia. 

let love conquer you x 

Love, 

your island girl
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~my dearest R, 

I know deep in my soul you’re there, somewhere across the thousands of miles away even before I had the idea of what a romantic love is, in my childish notions and imaginings. And I’m glad i’ve waited for you, as only as a love as special and magical as ours deserved to be waited for. I must admit you shattered all my imaginings and my fantasies, all my expectations, my thoughts… because what we have is far more than profound and meaningful than I could ever define, than what all the books i’ve read said, than all my researches. 

I love you. 

yours, infinities😘


MORNING LOVE NOTE TO HOUSTON

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When you found someone with the same kind of crazy 😂

Why do I love thee? There’s so many ways and there’s infinity to count.  Maybe it’s the way you come up with outrageous flavor for my lipstick (millipede and salmon),  or the way you created super weird burp-inducing fictional food , or the way you laugh with me and notice little details in messenger stickers.

Conversation always flows with you. From walk to park with Fred,  food and it’s components, (i’ve never been so interested about sorbet and gelato), to a bit of politics, effective stain removers, to exchanging videos of hilarious stuff, watching unicorns f*rt rainbows.  You always make my heart smile, baby boy.

The way you see things in my perspective, like when you say how good the papercraft will be at shop,  twirling,  just like how I envision it would be.

And that annoyingly cute same exact messages at the same time.

When I asked you if you like my choker and you agreed whole-heartedly and swear it’s beautiful,  not knowing what choker actually is. Coming up with a perfect praise for my blouse design  when I pointed it out.  😂😂😂

Remember when we installed Between,  and we spend the better half of an hour looking at the sticker of egg-like blob on the tiny tub,  it’s feet wiggling,  we discussed it like it’s the most special thing.

I can’t remember the exact moment I fall for you. Coz I can’t remember a single moment i’m not in love with you.

~

To someone in Houston, in a house with trees in front lol
Good Morning,  Lovey!  💋💋💋 please don’t forget to get some heavy cream for pralines, chocolate chips for fudge,  peanut butter and bread starter.  You said yesterday you need those to make sweets today.  But first,  lemon bars.  Lol

Loving you from more than
8,000 miles away… H
~
P. S Please take some water when you go to park.  😘

P. S. S I saw my messenger  notification,  but i’m on here.  😜

P. S. S. S  you need to tidy things for tomorrow (Wednesday)