Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Let me take my breath first.

Whew!

I just got back from my lunch. Downstairs, while having yosi with some friends at the back entrance of our building (PhilAm), I just saw one of the goddesses that walked the face of the earth and I worhip her . . . . .

I was just a couple of feet away from IMELDA MARCOS.

I felt my heart beat faster.

My knees, weakened.

I wanted to ran towards her and kiss her feet but due to the fear of being shot by her bodyguards, I just stood there in awe. Hyperventilating.

It is one of the most unforgettable 2 minutes of my life.

She's still beautiful in her well fixed hair. She's in a red terno, and red shoes. She really is a queen.

Some of the old foreign guys are already saying farewell to her, she just extended her hand. And they kissed it as if she's a saint.

Dang!

Right now, I am very regretful that I feared to be shot while I should've just walked and I would have been in the presence of "MADAME" in the flesh.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

I think I'm going to faint.

I'm sorry for sounding so jologs but my gawd. If I have to be Imelda's yaya for the time being, I would.

Here's my tribute to Madame Imelda, IMELDIFIC , I've written this a couple of months back after watching the documentary about her.