nothing like butter

 So, flying wasn’t exactly slicing through the clouds like butter– more like knifing through an unthawed Sans Rival really, but altogether an experience I’d like to box up and toss right next to my first boat ride to San Mig islands. The take-off gives you a natural high [not that I know what an induced high feels like] and when you rise above the clouds you feel you’ve lost your mundaneness; and that alone should blur out fears of flying, living, dying…

It’s still a premature opening for NAIA Terminal 3. Chairs were just being set up, we were like refugees squatting on the floor. And Gate numbers were announced only a few minutes before boarding– bummer, because there’s an abundance of chairs there as opposed to waiting for your gate number while lounging on the cold floor. There were no large monitors that flashed your flight status, all they had was a white board and men who wait for radioed-in messages; and people would swarm around the board each time new info is posted. They had megaphone in place of the non-existent terminal-wide paging system. But again, this is for Cebu Pacific, I’m not sure what transpired with the other airlines.

Sometime between exhausting my ears with music, feeding my multi-colored cancer cells with Gonuts Donuts and boarding, I had a photo taken with the regal Ms. Calzado:

Meanwhile at home: my nephews are growing, and Eche’s as makulet as ever.