I woke up late against my scheduled time. I haven't finish packing. I haven't done with laundry nor cleaned the house as planned. I fell asleep unintentionally (or intentionally) after a bout with Ron at gmail. I was unsure if he is meeting me up but then I had a plan B in my head just in case he isn't. It would not be as much fun but then again, I don't have a leash at my boyfriend's neck. We may be a couple but we are individual people.
I left the house two hours before the flight. I still took the MRT because I don't want to spend much on cab. I only took the taxi at the Taft station. When I arrived at the Domestic Airport (I'm flying via Zestair), the check -in counter for the Cebu flight is closed. But for the first time, I didn't panicked. I just approached the counter and asked the lady if it is really closed. She hurried to the main window and asked if they could still allow a late passenger and good thing they did. While giving me my boarding pass, she was also telling me to be early the next time. I just gave her my sweetest smile.
When I finally came to the departure area, my flight is being called and I didn't even had the chance to sit down. I just went ahead and started the queue. =) Being late, I was given a front row (4th) seat even though my ticket is a promo.
So I'm here at Cebu with Ron....where there's a storm and it is raining a hell lot. =)