Hyperventilating

It's the smile.

Really.

It IS the smile. Though he's not smiling here.

Suddenly, I don't feel too good. Like I'm having a fever - or something.

*Akihiro Sato, courtesy of www.akihirosato.blogspot.com*

posted by vina @ 4:08 PM            | links to this post


Turning Japanese

Homaygad. Blame it on overtime.

I came across this online shop called Tokyomade and I fell in love with some of the items. It took me tons of willpower to not click shop and gleefully type my credit card details (gotta save for the big trip!)

But, I want. I want. I want.

Though, alas, I think I need to consult my conscience first, who goes by the name of Choak. He usually puts some sense into my impulsive, hotsy-patutsy head, much to my dislike.

Of cooooourse...I don't have to tell him, do I...

posted by vina @ 8:30 PM            | links to this post


Alive

Last Monday night was the scariest time of my life.

I was on the last flight of Cebu Pacific from Bacolod to Manila. There was already some turbulence, although tolerable, enroute to Manila, but just as we were about to start descending, the pilot announced that they were advised by the tower to hold position at 5,000 ft because of bad weather condition. And this was when the nightmare really began.

We had to go around in circle for almost an hour, the plane rocking and shaking the whole time. I could hear the plane screeching, like what a car does when you step on the brake hard, and at one point, we saw another aircraft emerge on our side (which means it crossed below us).

I was crying, the girl beside me was sobbing, and an old woman at the back kept muttering "We're in God's hand now". I was also very hungry...which meant I was close to puking, and I was eyeing the paper bag just in case.

While I prayed and thought about my parents and Choak and what my friends were going to say about me when I'm gone, I was also deliberating if I should bond with my two seatmates (I was in the middle), because I didn't like them that much since the flight started - they didn't turn off their phones. I hate that, much as I hate it when passengers immediately turn on their phones as soon as the plane lands. Anywaaay, so I decided not to hold their hands, nor console the sobbing girl and just held on tight to my seatbelt instead.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity in hell, the pilot announced that we had to divert to Clark. It was still a little shaky going there, but we landed safely, and we all clapped.

We stayed in the plane for another hour - and did I say I was hungry? We weren't given anything to eat. Good thing I had my homemade beef tapa - but I had to stop myself from taking out the whole tupperware and laying it on the tray though. So I just resorted to making piknit and making small talk with my guy seatmate who kept shaking his legs.

At 9:45, we flew back to Manila.

And we're still here. I'm still here.

And maybe I'm just exaggerating about the whole incident. But whatever. It was really frightening.

I'm just thankful I'm still alive. :)

posted by vina @ 2:33 PM            | links to this post


In denial

Shoes, shoes, shoes. It's all I can think of right now.

All it took is just one new pair of black, patent mary jane pumps.

Sexy, black, patent mary jane pumps.

It's all Zara's fault.

I hate that store. It's evil.

posted by vina @ 6:48 PM            | links to this post