Alone in T3

On the day before Christmas, while everyone was busy preparing for midnight, I was at home packing my luggage for what I thought was an 18:50 flight. I woke up at seven in the morning and managed to zip everything up at 11:00 AM. I allowed myself a break and slept for an hour. When I woke up, I went to the bathroom and noticed my ticket plastered on the fridge. I had checked my schedule thrice and noticed for the first time that the 18:05 I've been telling everyone was actually my arrival. My departure was at 16:50! And just like that, I was out of the house and in the cab at 12:30, thinking that 16:50 was 2:50 PM! God, I suck at military time!

I swear, 5 hours in the airport (my flight was delayed for 45 minutes!) isn't easy when you're alone. And yes, even if you have a book, a magazine, a laptop, and a slew of overpriced food kiosks everywhere.

Here were my thoughts (which I happened to write down because I was so frakking bored!):

• The orange juice from across the table looks so tempting. (while having a cinnamon roll and a can of pineapple juice at Cinnabon)
• The genius issue of Esquire Philippines is so bad ass! 

The present I asked my Ed Manager to give me. :)

• Still glad I got past the three buhat boys without them charging me for my overweight luggage. (I always fail to travel light, that's why I keep hoping praying that I get past the counter and whoever weighs my luggage without being charged extra!)
• So tempted to text everyone a Merry ___-free Christmas—the best gift ever—and a Happy New Year! 
• While reading EsqPH: The Blue Label ad is low res! (we have an inside joke about a low resolution photo trauma)
• How come people know they're acidic and I don't? I think I am. (pineapple juice reaction after a few hours. OR. I told you the OJ was better!)
• The cute Caucasian couple sitting on the T3 floor while browsing the 'net reminds me of my earlier days in DLSU when my classmates and I used to sit in the corridor while waiting for our next class.
• Because of our delayed flight, some people are literally wrapping gifts while waiting for boarding!

They say only boring people get bored. I say, try five hours in the airport. Alone. But really, what I'd like to say is read your flight details carefully, as many times as you can. And master the art of reading the military time!