I refuse to say that I’m not a teen anymore. I consider the age of 20 as the last age of being a teenager. I call it twenteen. HAHA. Everyone who has greeted me. I really appreciate you guys remembering my birthday! This summer may not be that good to me and that this day started with me getting real sick, dry coughs and colds, but I’m still hoping the rest of my “twenteen” year would be amazing.
Lots of love, Jobelle ♥
And there’s no remedy for memory of faces
Like a melody, it won’t leave my head.
Woke up around 6:30am
Manila bound by 7:30am
NAIA Terminal 3 at 11:00am Gate 119 at 12:00pm
Gate 119 at 12:30pm
Flight supposedly departs at 1:10pm
Gate 119 at 1:00pm
Gate 119 at 1:10pm
Flight will be delayed.
No specific time yet.
Apparently the plane just got to the runaway around 12:45pm.
Now, my iPhone’s battery life is about, 18%. Just. My. Luck.
On a positive note: the weather is still as bipolar as ever and I just got the notification for interview for med school in San Beda which was coincidentally very much attuned to my sched. It was scheduled at May 29, 2012 at 3:30pm which was just next day from when we were supposed to be back to Manila.
Sometimes I don’t know if fate loves me or just want to fuck with me.
