I always have this fascination with Hollywood celebrities simply because almost all of them look like gods and goddesses from our time. Well, that is if you don’t even know how much procedure they did from top to bottom and in between and how much botox they inject in any part of their bodies (I read somewhere Beyonce had botox injected in her foot so there will be no more pain from wearing too high heels. Ick.) and how much food they purge and how much coke they have to snort just to maintain their looks. Oh well, I’m superficial so these things really don’t affect my fascination towards these beauties.
Anyway, as far as I can tell, Hollywood celebrities are the only people who keeps my fascination at the extreme. I don’t really like our local actors because hey – their local and I don’t really know most of the newbies.
During my dinner break guess who I saw – Richard Gutierrez. He is literally a god. He looks like a marble statue (must be because of those glutha thingy they take or whatevs) and he really has that certain appeal that can literally drag your panties down (since I always make sure I use panties with garters in it). I was in awe. Drooling is not the word I’ll use to describe what I’m doing at that time when I saw him.
I used to think that if ever I saw some local artista, I’ll just walk as if I didn’t see anything special (except for Maricel Soriano!) but then again, I guess I’m eating my own words now. Yum yum.
I’m standing in line with my mouth hanging open. He’s literally in front of me. People around me are buzzing to and fro about how cute Richard is. Well he is damn cute! I’m literally holding my panties so it won’t fall off or rather so I won’t take it off in front of him.
He smells like heaven. You know the feeling that even though you haven’t in your life tasted any Indian guys or girls before and when you tasted something that tasted like curry and someone asks you how it tasted you simply say: It taste like Indian? Well that’s how I know that he smells like heaven.
So while still in line, I seize the opportunity and get all my courage to say hello to him. He looked at me in his brown eyes and said hello back. Ha!
As if I’m not that desperate enough I tried to tell him how cute he is in his last movie. He asked me what movie I saw and I told him its Halimaw Sa Banga. All I got from him is a smirk and a heavenly smile and then he took his coffee and out of the store.
Damn. I just remembered that it’s Kambal Tuko and not Halimaw Sa Banga. Seriously, Halimaw Sa Banga? What the hell is wrong with me??!!!
