是不是二十五岁后，各方面都会走下坡啊？
前天在酒店秤了一下，不秤还好，一秤就大事不妙啦！
我整整重了5公斤！5 公斤耶！
吓得我魂飞魄散！
最后一次秤是去年10月。
而且总觉得最近都很累，就身体酸酸的，睡多少都不够。
干脆睡死吧我！
法令文越来越深了
眼睛周围的皮肤感觉上也越来越松弛了
头发越来越少
脸越变越大
消化机能越来越差
还越来越胖！
天啊，我才刚满26岁耶，又不是36！
更糟的是，住我隔壁的“酒肉朋友”刚刚拿了无薪假期回老家1个月。
1个月耶！！！
我这一个月找谁喝酒啊，我的妈呀！
都是因为猪流感所以她的家人才逼她回去的啦
也好，搞不好我这1个月会瘦哦，因为少了跟“酒肉朋友”的吃吃喝喝
我要瘦啦！
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
一个人
WOW 好久都没回来了！
好像一个人太久了
爱上了一个人的感觉
上瘾了
要干嘛就干嘛
一个人吃饭
一个人睡在酒店 （其实一点也不恐怖）
一个人逛街
一个人喝酒
一个人去主题公园
一个人看电影
一个人唱KTV
有好多好多的一个人
也许有些一个人
是许多人都觉得荒谬的
譬如说 一个人去主题公园或唱KTV
但这些事情一个人做起来
都特别有感觉喔
可能也特别寂寞吧 哈哈
纵使有时是逼不得已才一个人的
但一个人也可以做很多事情
也许比和别人在一起时要更多
不需要迁就
不需要等候
不需要拖拉
完全随心所欲的照自己的意思去做
很棒喔！
但是
这种简单的自由
还能持续多久呢？
好像一个人太久了
爱上了一个人的感觉
上瘾了
要干嘛就干嘛
一个人吃饭
一个人睡在酒店 （其实一点也不恐怖）
一个人逛街
一个人喝酒
一个人去主题公园
一个人看电影
一个人唱KTV
有好多好多的一个人
也许有些一个人
是许多人都觉得荒谬的
譬如说 一个人去主题公园或唱KTV
但这些事情一个人做起来
都特别有感觉喔
可能也特别寂寞吧 哈哈
纵使有时是逼不得已才一个人的
但一个人也可以做很多事情
也许比和别人在一起时要更多
不需要迁就
不需要等候
不需要拖拉
完全随心所欲的照自己的意思去做
很棒喔！
但是
这种简单的自由
还能持续多久呢？
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
娘喂！
又是没被 PULL OUT 的3个半小时。
又是被浪费掉的3个半小时。
我这整个月都是 STANDBY。
都十几号了，才只做了一个 FLIGHT。
而且还是短程的，来回只有9个多钟头。
要怎么过年啊我？！
难道我这个月就真的只能吃沙（没关系，楼下多的是），还有喝冬天的冷风吗？
所以各位乡亲父老，现在这种情况，有工作就好好做，有大夜班就好好加，有什么牢骚只能往肚里吞了吧！
又是被浪费掉的3个半小时。
我这整个月都是 STANDBY。
都十几号了，才只做了一个 FLIGHT。
而且还是短程的，来回只有9个多钟头。
要怎么过年啊我？！
难道我这个月就真的只能吃沙（没关系，楼下多的是），还有喝冬天的冷风吗？
所以各位乡亲父老，现在这种情况，有工作就好好做，有大夜班就好好加，有什么牢骚只能往肚里吞了吧！
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
I need a MASSAGE!!!
I went flying across the globe with dinosaurs last night.
In my dream.
Woke up with an incredible pain in my neck and shoulders today.
Could even feel the thrust and the near-falling sensation while flying.
Was it real?
*Scratch*
In my dream.
Woke up with an incredible pain in my neck and shoulders today.
Could even feel the thrust and the near-falling sensation while flying.
Was it real?
*Scratch*
Friday, January 02, 2009
满到快爆炸了
有一种“东西”
幸福的 心满满的 好像要爆炸了一样
又暗自拉扯的 好像要碎了似的
它可以把你所有的努力伪装 倔强逞强
通通都像衣服一样 一层一层的脱去
让你莫名其妙的大笑 或没来由的哭成一个泪人
还有无止尽的牵挂 和担心
不管你平时多么理智 多么成熟
你都会突然变得像小孩一样幼稚 甚至撒娇
你会想抱住不放
抱得紧紧 紧紧的
紧到有可能会碎掉
这个
就是 “喜欢”
幸福的 心满满的 好像要爆炸了一样
又暗自拉扯的 好像要碎了似的
它可以把你所有的努力伪装 倔强逞强
通通都像衣服一样 一层一层的脱去
让你莫名其妙的大笑 或没来由的哭成一个泪人
还有无止尽的牵挂 和担心
不管你平时多么理智 多么成熟
你都会突然变得像小孩一样幼稚 甚至撒娇
你会想抱住不放
抱得紧紧 紧紧的
紧到有可能会碎掉
这个
就是 “喜欢”
Friday, September 26, 2008
A bit of today's flight...
Was in the back galley resting between services.
Mink spotted a hole in the left leg of my stockings and made some naughty remarks which I didn't catch.
Some moments later, I dug at the hole with my index finger.
Mink : Don't put your finger into your hole! (+ultra naughty smile)
Laughter all 'round.
Me : It's MY finger and it's MY hole! I can do whatever I like with it!
Everyone : GROANNN!!!
Mink spotted a hole in the left leg of my stockings and made some naughty remarks which I didn't catch.
Some moments later, I dug at the hole with my index finger.
Mink : Don't put your finger into your hole! (+ultra naughty smile)
Laughter all 'round.
Me : It's MY finger and it's MY hole! I can do whatever I like with it!
Everyone : GROANNN!!!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Most Miserable Layover
Some inhuman guys changed my Frankfurt flight to a double sector Dubai-Addis Ababa-Entebbe flight.
Geez!!! I was even planning to buy some huge, fresh grapes and eating some Thai food in Frankfurt!
At first I thought,"Oh well, at least I had another Frankfurt right before this one," so I didn't think about it that much.
But when everyone started saying how I shouldn't have agreed to do that in the briefing room, I was having second thoughts. But it wasn't like I could really do anything.
Those guys at scheduling will only give shit to you or you can either absorb everything or give shit to them and end up being marked absent for your duty and have your manager send you a warning letter and basically have everything messed up for you in the company.
So, see, I'm just a poor little lamb.
In case you didn't know, Addis Ababa is in Ethiopia and Entebbe is in Uganda. Both are in the African region.
The names of places in Africa are all pretty funky, huh? Like, Mombasa. Every time I hear that name, I just feel like some black lady in a colourful tribal African dress is gonna dance with a cabasa in her hand or something.
Anyway, I thought that well, I'd just have to accept that.
But I regretted...BIG time when I reached the hotel.
The hotel looked up-to-standard though. Nothing wrong with it at first glance.
I dropped all my bags and checked out the hotel room first thing I got inside.
Bathroom was a bit too small but otherwise, everything was okay.
But then the shower cap was missing...
My hair turns into a big frizzy nightmare if it comes into contact with dampness or water, which is why I never wash it during normal 24-hour layovers.
If I have to wash it during long trips, then I'd have to bring along my hair straightening iron.
Thus, you could say that I can't live without shower caps.
I called housekeeping and horrors of horrors, the guy told me their shower caps were out of stock!
OH. MY. GOD.
Which self-reputable hotel in this world will allow its shower caps to be out of stock?!!
It's like, THE most basic of all necessities! And also the one that a lot of people don't use! So since so many people aren't using them, how can you still have the cheek to let them be depleted to zero? This is simply ridiculous!
The guy said that his colleague will find one for me and being the good guest that I always am, I thanked him and just asked them to try their best without making any fuss about it. I did ask them to try their best and send one to me as soon as they find one, though.
And as anticipated, no shower caps showed up.
I was starving and dead tired so I ordered room service. The menu choice onboard was pretty bad for that flight so I didn't really ate anything. As you can imagine, I was looking forward to some mouth-watering food.
But another crew told me earlier that the hotel food sucked. So she brought her own food.
But I had no choice and I thought, given the level of hunger I was in at that point, I was pretty confident that any mediocre food would taste like heaven to me.
The food arrived and I simply couldn't wait to dig in.
The room service menu didn't offer much variety either.
So I ordered Classic French Onion Soup and Penne Pasta in Tomato and Meat Sauce.
The soup was okay, but a bit too salty.
The penne pasta looked like a mountain, literally. It was in such a humongous quantity that I wished that it had better be good.
One mouthful and I felt like dumping the whole thing into the toilet bowl.
It was bland and the only taste was the minced beef.
I was telling myself that things couldn't get worse and was ready to submit to my poor fate that day.
So I thought I would just watch TV while I ate to take my mind off the less-than-sumptuous meal.
At first I thought maybe the battery of the remote control was out. And some of the wording printed on the remote's button were used so frequently that they were so worn out that I couldn't really know what I was pressing.
But as I found out, there was something wrong with the remote, but nothing to do with the battery.
I had to press the damn channel buttons so fucking hard that my thumb hurt. I felt like my nails were gonna snap or fall out. And I'm tellin' ya, my nails were quite short.
I actually had to use my left and right thumbs alternatively because it became too much for each thumb to handle. And I had to rest in between just to switch channels.
How miserable is that?
Geez!!! I was even planning to buy some huge, fresh grapes and eating some Thai food in Frankfurt!
At first I thought,"Oh well, at least I had another Frankfurt right before this one," so I didn't think about it that much.
But when everyone started saying how I shouldn't have agreed to do that in the briefing room, I was having second thoughts. But it wasn't like I could really do anything.
Those guys at scheduling will only give shit to you or you can either absorb everything or give shit to them and end up being marked absent for your duty and have your manager send you a warning letter and basically have everything messed up for you in the company.
So, see, I'm just a poor little lamb.
In case you didn't know, Addis Ababa is in Ethiopia and Entebbe is in Uganda. Both are in the African region.
The names of places in Africa are all pretty funky, huh? Like, Mombasa. Every time I hear that name, I just feel like some black lady in a colourful tribal African dress is gonna dance with a cabasa in her hand or something.
Anyway, I thought that well, I'd just have to accept that.
But I regretted...BIG time when I reached the hotel.
The hotel looked up-to-standard though. Nothing wrong with it at first glance.
I dropped all my bags and checked out the hotel room first thing I got inside.
Bathroom was a bit too small but otherwise, everything was okay.
But then the shower cap was missing...
My hair turns into a big frizzy nightmare if it comes into contact with dampness or water, which is why I never wash it during normal 24-hour layovers.
If I have to wash it during long trips, then I'd have to bring along my hair straightening iron.
Thus, you could say that I can't live without shower caps.
I called housekeeping and horrors of horrors, the guy told me their shower caps were out of stock!
OH. MY. GOD.
Which self-reputable hotel in this world will allow its shower caps to be out of stock?!!
It's like, THE most basic of all necessities! And also the one that a lot of people don't use! So since so many people aren't using them, how can you still have the cheek to let them be depleted to zero? This is simply ridiculous!
The guy said that his colleague will find one for me and being the good guest that I always am, I thanked him and just asked them to try their best without making any fuss about it. I did ask them to try their best and send one to me as soon as they find one, though.
And as anticipated, no shower caps showed up.
I was starving and dead tired so I ordered room service. The menu choice onboard was pretty bad for that flight so I didn't really ate anything. As you can imagine, I was looking forward to some mouth-watering food.
But another crew told me earlier that the hotel food sucked. So she brought her own food.
But I had no choice and I thought, given the level of hunger I was in at that point, I was pretty confident that any mediocre food would taste like heaven to me.
The food arrived and I simply couldn't wait to dig in.
The room service menu didn't offer much variety either.
So I ordered Classic French Onion Soup and Penne Pasta in Tomato and Meat Sauce.
The soup was okay, but a bit too salty.
The penne pasta looked like a mountain, literally. It was in such a humongous quantity that I wished that it had better be good.
One mouthful and I felt like dumping the whole thing into the toilet bowl.
It was bland and the only taste was the minced beef.
I was telling myself that things couldn't get worse and was ready to submit to my poor fate that day.
So I thought I would just watch TV while I ate to take my mind off the less-than-sumptuous meal.
At first I thought maybe the battery of the remote control was out. And some of the wording printed on the remote's button were used so frequently that they were so worn out that I couldn't really know what I was pressing.
But as I found out, there was something wrong with the remote, but nothing to do with the battery.
I had to press the damn channel buttons so fucking hard that my thumb hurt. I felt like my nails were gonna snap or fall out. And I'm tellin' ya, my nails were quite short.
I actually had to use my left and right thumbs alternatively because it became too much for each thumb to handle. And I had to rest in between just to switch channels.
How miserable is that?
Thursday, August 28, 2008
好烦哦！
好想去有人的地方。
我的意思是说，去一个像台北的地方，是台北的话最好。
感觉离文明越来越远了。
虽然工作上遇到很多人，但都不是我真的很想接触的族群，所以真的很想逃到一个比较熟悉的地方。
身上穿着我新买的衣服（有很多，买了都没机会穿，都没出门，难道穿给电脑看？），坐在广场旁，手里拿着大大杯的珍珠奶茶，嘴里嚼着QQ的黑珍珠，眼睛不由自主的欣赏着来来往往的人，他们的衣着打扮、发型、包包。。。。。好想马上就打开任意门，涉足于西门町哦！
但是，我现在能做的，就只有上网猛看康熙来了而已 :'(
我的意思是说，去一个像台北的地方，是台北的话最好。
感觉离文明越来越远了。
虽然工作上遇到很多人，但都不是我真的很想接触的族群，所以真的很想逃到一个比较熟悉的地方。
身上穿着我新买的衣服（有很多，买了都没机会穿，都没出门，难道穿给电脑看？），坐在广场旁，手里拿着大大杯的珍珠奶茶，嘴里嚼着QQ的黑珍珠，眼睛不由自主的欣赏着来来往往的人，他们的衣着打扮、发型、包包。。。。。好想马上就打开任意门，涉足于西门町哦！
但是，我现在能做的，就只有上网猛看康熙来了而已 :'(
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Turning myself in...
Gosh...I had so many guilt trips this month I should be locked up in jail!
Yes. I am found guilty of shopping too many times this month.
Spending this amount of money in a single month just for clothes and accessories is unprecedented in my thrifty life.
I kept tellin' myself, "Enough is ENOUGH! No more shopping!"
But look at what happened *sob*
I had unknowingly let my inner shopaholic out on the loose.
This is criminal.
Just look...
Yes. I am found guilty of shopping too many times this month.
Spending this amount of money in a single month just for clothes and accessories is unprecedented in my thrifty life.
I kept tellin' myself, "Enough is ENOUGH! No more shopping!"
But look at what happened *sob*
I had unknowingly let my inner shopaholic out on the loose.
This is criminal.
Just look...
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Shoot me. This isn't even all of it.
Monday, June 30, 2008
完了。。。
在这里待越久，心里有一块就变得越空虚，或者只是单纯的空而以，我不知道。
心想会不会三年后，或更多年以后，当我要离开这里时，我已变成了一个空壳。
越想就越怕。
如果真的变成那样，离开了这儿，我还能做什么呢？
我压根儿不想变成那样！
也对啦，谁想啊！白痴哦！
喏，你看，我现在又开始语无伦次了。
也许我该出门做点什么，但宅女这个诅咒实在把我束缚的太紧了，我很难脱身啦。
再看看周围，全都是沙，天气更是可怕的不用说，温度都是摄氏四十度左右。
叫我去海边作日光浴，简直就是要了我的老命！真不了那些老外干吗那么爱晒太阳呗，难怪那么容易得皮肤病。
再说，本姑娘我要是真的晒黑了，可是会变得像村姑的，所以我才不干呢！
想晚上到公寓的泳池游泳，唉，那泳池看了连我都想跳楼，水面上浮着的都是沙。
天啊！这国家除了沙就没别的东西了！
这里除了沙，最多的就是购物商场了，但我实在是不想变成败家女啦，所以都没什么出门消费。
再说，这里东西都蛮贵的，选择又不多，我真的是买不下手啦。
朋友吗？最近都比较少跟他们联络了，是我的懒惰个性使然。但我不是没努力啊。
就拿住我家隔壁的朋友来说好了，每次说要来我家都没来，次次都是我去她家，煮好的菜拿去她家就我一个人吃，因为她已经吃过了，这不是很无聊吗？
当然我自己也不是完全无错的，每次她们找我时，我都在睡觉，但也没办法啊，我的生活作息就是跟别人不同。
唉，教教我该怎么办？
心想会不会三年后，或更多年以后，当我要离开这里时，我已变成了一个空壳。
越想就越怕。
如果真的变成那样，离开了这儿，我还能做什么呢？
我压根儿不想变成那样！
也对啦，谁想啊！白痴哦！
喏，你看，我现在又开始语无伦次了。
也许我该出门做点什么，但宅女这个诅咒实在把我束缚的太紧了，我很难脱身啦。
再看看周围，全都是沙，天气更是可怕的不用说，温度都是摄氏四十度左右。
叫我去海边作日光浴，简直就是要了我的老命！真不了那些老外干吗那么爱晒太阳呗，难怪那么容易得皮肤病。
再说，本姑娘我要是真的晒黑了，可是会变得像村姑的，所以我才不干呢！
想晚上到公寓的泳池游泳，唉，那泳池看了连我都想跳楼，水面上浮着的都是沙。
天啊！这国家除了沙就没别的东西了！
这里除了沙，最多的就是购物商场了，但我实在是不想变成败家女啦，所以都没什么出门消费。
再说，这里东西都蛮贵的，选择又不多，我真的是买不下手啦。
朋友吗？最近都比较少跟他们联络了，是我的懒惰个性使然。但我不是没努力啊。
就拿住我家隔壁的朋友来说好了，每次说要来我家都没来，次次都是我去她家，煮好的菜拿去她家就我一个人吃，因为她已经吃过了，这不是很无聊吗？
当然我自己也不是完全无错的，每次她们找我时，我都在睡觉，但也没办法啊，我的生活作息就是跟别人不同。
唉，教教我该怎么办？
Sunday, June 29, 2008
妈呀~！
我的肚子里住了个妖怪，长多大了我不知道，但是经常会听到它因为饿了而咆哮。
明明才刚吃饱，一下下有听到它饿了的声音。
不是普通的咕噜咕噜叫哦，它都会咯咯咯的，而且还很大声。
不知道是不是过期食品吃太多了，肚子里养了个什么样的怪物。
明明才刚吃饱，一下下有听到它饿了的声音。
不是普通的咕噜咕噜叫哦，它都会咯咯咯的，而且还很大声。
不知道是不是过期食品吃太多了，肚子里养了个什么样的怪物。
Saturday, June 28, 2008
瞎扯
人啊，无所事事，游手好闲的时候，就会靠着回忆，赖以生存。
可悲吧。
而且回忆越是甜蜜，越是开心，就更显得现在的悲伤，寂寞。
但换个角度想，若回忆是苦涩的，那就会越满足于现状。
若以前和现在没什么差别，没什么大起大落，应该就没能悟出人生的真谛吧。
你属于哪一种呢？
可悲吧。
而且回忆越是甜蜜，越是开心，就更显得现在的悲伤，寂寞。
但换个角度想，若回忆是苦涩的，那就会越满足于现状。
若以前和现在没什么差别，没什么大起大落，应该就没能悟出人生的真谛吧。
你属于哪一种呢？
Friday, June 27, 2008
I wonder
What if the person you love calls you everyday only because she is thinking of someone else?
She's only calling because she feels guilty. Or confused. She just wants to hear your voice just so she can become more confident in this relationship?
What would you do?
Would you continue to bath in the bliss of deception or are you sober enough to detect this little act of unfaithfulness?
She's only calling because she feels guilty. Or confused. She just wants to hear your voice just so she can become more confident in this relationship?
What would you do?
Would you continue to bath in the bliss of deception or are you sober enough to detect this little act of unfaithfulness?
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Random things going through my mind...
Yippee~!!
They finally fixed my room ceiling lights yesterday! I no longer have to live in the dark anymore, relying solely on my bedside lamp. Problem is, they left a mess behind - wire butts and dust everywhere. But I'm still happy, cos 3 months of light-deprived months had made me a more lenient person ^_^
My ulcer under my upper lip is killing me though. Everytime my tongue touches it, I feel like my heart wrenches so much I'm going into cardiac arrest. Guess my threshold for pain isn't very high huh. Seriously my body is so heaty right now I have breakouts in my face as well! This is when I have to get my mom's herbals out.
I'm getting sick of how he keeps haunting me like a ghost from the past! Well, he is a ghost from the past if you think about it. Even if I exhaust all my brain juices trying to get an answer, I would never get it just by thinking about it myself. I have already talked to two of my girl friends, the opinions are one negative and one positive so far. I think I need a guy's view next. It's not gonna amount to anything even if I get the answer from he himself, but at least then I will stop thinking about it. It's pointless, I know but I just can't help myself.
They finally fixed my room ceiling lights yesterday! I no longer have to live in the dark anymore, relying solely on my bedside lamp. Problem is, they left a mess behind - wire butts and dust everywhere. But I'm still happy, cos 3 months of light-deprived months had made me a more lenient person ^_^
My ulcer under my upper lip is killing me though. Everytime my tongue touches it, I feel like my heart wrenches so much I'm going into cardiac arrest. Guess my threshold for pain isn't very high huh. Seriously my body is so heaty right now I have breakouts in my face as well! This is when I have to get my mom's herbals out.
I'm getting sick of how he keeps haunting me like a ghost from the past! Well, he is a ghost from the past if you think about it. Even if I exhaust all my brain juices trying to get an answer, I would never get it just by thinking about it myself. I have already talked to two of my girl friends, the opinions are one negative and one positive so far. I think I need a guy's view next. It's not gonna amount to anything even if I get the answer from he himself, but at least then I will stop thinking about it. It's pointless, I know but I just can't help myself.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Can you believe this?
Just came back from a Kolkata flight yesterday. Yeah it was formerly known as Calcutta.
I checked the flight info after I was pulled out. It was only a 4.5-hour flight. So I thought it would be easy, although I was definitely gonna face in du ren on this flight. And I heard the hotel there is amazing. The only catch was the layover was only a friggin' 13 hours.
I guess I was too naive, or I wasn't very lucky that day.
As usual, those fuckin' in du ren kept making me running back and forth to get them stuff. When I was busy, I just replied I would get back to them and forgot all about it. And when I finally got back to them, someone else had already got them what they wanted cos I think they just ask every crew who passed by. So I just didn't get back to them anymore cos it was just a waste of my time, seriously! I mean, I went back to a pax to give her the meal after she asked me to get rid of the chicken nuggets for her cos she was vegetarian only to find that another crew had already given it to her. And I returned to give a mother the baby food that she asked for but she too was already given one. What the fuck! So I was actually runnin' up and down the aisle for nothin'!
The most infuriating thing on this flight was the brats. I'm referring to their kids here. I tell you, most in du ren's kids are about the most un-adorable and horrible things I have ever encountered in my life. Think I'm biased here? Well then, have a listen.
An arabic mother came onboard with 3 kids (2 boys and 1 girl) and sat right on FOUR seats that didn't belong to her. The kids looked in du ren (IDR) though. Maybe she married an IDR-Muslim, I dunno. Okay, let's call them Family A.
Later, the original owners of the seats came. It was a lady with a baby and a little girl. We'll call them Family B. She was being quite understanding if you ask me. She was willing to wait for a while for them to sort out the seats when Family A refused to move.
After a while, Family B became indignant though. Cos well if you think about it, it was their seats after all. Why should they wait? She began to argue with the arabic lady. A few of us crew tried to talk Family A into moving but they just wouldn't budge. Even the senior stewardess came but it was still hard to get them to move.
Finally, the arabic lady asked her eldest son, who was around 7 or 8 years old, to move into their original seat. He was reluctant and was cursing in their own language the whole time. And he even raised his voice at his mom. The mom didn't say anything, which I think contributes to their kid's bad behaviour. Anyway, the little girl from Family B sat next to Family A in the end.
When I was giving out toys, the eldest son from Family A said,"Thank you, auntie. Give to my sister as well." Then as an afterthought, he said abruptly,"But don't give to the little sister!" I think he meant the little girl from the other family who kicked him outta the seat just now. True enough, he even went to the extent to pull out his sis into the aisle and told me,"Only this is my little sister."
You know, I don't mind if they call me auntie. IDR kids call every lady they see auntie. I know a lot of young ladies are offended when IDR kids call them that but I'm not one of them. I can only say that I've given up. I mean, why get stressed about something as stupid as that?
But I was uber-disgusted at the little boy's vindictive behaviour. He was only what, 7 or 8 years old? And already he was feeling vengeful toward others and showing it as well? The toys was for everyone and he actually asked me not to give it to them.
And they kept standing up when the aircraft was taking off. I had to turn around in my jumpseat and shout at them to sit down. They were even running around in the aisle when we were doing service with carts. Another crew told the kids firmly to sit down but it didn't work. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and told their mom as assertively as I could,"M'am, you need to keep them in their seats cos we can't work like this!" She just nodded but I couldn't see any efforts from her to try and do anything.
Then when we were securing the cabins before landing, all the IDR passengers stood up like it was during boarding. Can you believe it? ALL of them stood up and opened the hatracks to get their bags out! And we were like, 37 000 feet up in the air with potential turbulence hitting soon.
When I was securing my area, the paxs had multiple big bags either on the floor or on the seats. I was thinking in disbelief,"What, they think they can keep those in their seats for landing?" So i told them to put it back into the hatracks because it wasn't safe like that. They acted a bit blank. I actually told them to their faces that,"Yeah you HAVE to put those bags up right now cos we are landing. I don't understand why you take them all out cos you're gonna have to put them back up again. So please put them back NOW."
And I actually went back 3 or 4 times to personally buckle the seatbelts of those confounding Family A kids. But hell they just couldn't stop getting up! When 2 of them were suffering from pain because of blocked ears, I was actually sneering inside, thinking,"Serves you right, you brats! I hope that can immobilize you till we land!" But no such luck, they were still alive and walking around during landing.
Anyway, I could go on forever talking about them. But I'm not gonna do that now cos I'm getting tired of talking about those fuckin' bastards. And it makes me depressed anyway. So guess I'll stop cursing them for now.
I checked the flight info after I was pulled out. It was only a 4.5-hour flight. So I thought it would be easy, although I was definitely gonna face in du ren on this flight. And I heard the hotel there is amazing. The only catch was the layover was only a friggin' 13 hours.
I guess I was too naive, or I wasn't very lucky that day.
As usual, those fuckin' in du ren kept making me running back and forth to get them stuff. When I was busy, I just replied I would get back to them and forgot all about it. And when I finally got back to them, someone else had already got them what they wanted cos I think they just ask every crew who passed by. So I just didn't get back to them anymore cos it was just a waste of my time, seriously! I mean, I went back to a pax to give her the meal after she asked me to get rid of the chicken nuggets for her cos she was vegetarian only to find that another crew had already given it to her. And I returned to give a mother the baby food that she asked for but she too was already given one. What the fuck! So I was actually runnin' up and down the aisle for nothin'!
The most infuriating thing on this flight was the brats. I'm referring to their kids here. I tell you, most in du ren's kids are about the most un-adorable and horrible things I have ever encountered in my life. Think I'm biased here? Well then, have a listen.
An arabic mother came onboard with 3 kids (2 boys and 1 girl) and sat right on FOUR seats that didn't belong to her. The kids looked in du ren (IDR) though. Maybe she married an IDR-Muslim, I dunno. Okay, let's call them Family A.
Later, the original owners of the seats came. It was a lady with a baby and a little girl. We'll call them Family B. She was being quite understanding if you ask me. She was willing to wait for a while for them to sort out the seats when Family A refused to move.
After a while, Family B became indignant though. Cos well if you think about it, it was their seats after all. Why should they wait? She began to argue with the arabic lady. A few of us crew tried to talk Family A into moving but they just wouldn't budge. Even the senior stewardess came but it was still hard to get them to move.
Finally, the arabic lady asked her eldest son, who was around 7 or 8 years old, to move into their original seat. He was reluctant and was cursing in their own language the whole time. And he even raised his voice at his mom. The mom didn't say anything, which I think contributes to their kid's bad behaviour. Anyway, the little girl from Family B sat next to Family A in the end.
When I was giving out toys, the eldest son from Family A said,"Thank you, auntie. Give to my sister as well." Then as an afterthought, he said abruptly,"But don't give to the little sister!" I think he meant the little girl from the other family who kicked him outta the seat just now. True enough, he even went to the extent to pull out his sis into the aisle and told me,"Only this is my little sister."
You know, I don't mind if they call me auntie. IDR kids call every lady they see auntie. I know a lot of young ladies are offended when IDR kids call them that but I'm not one of them. I can only say that I've given up. I mean, why get stressed about something as stupid as that?
But I was uber-disgusted at the little boy's vindictive behaviour. He was only what, 7 or 8 years old? And already he was feeling vengeful toward others and showing it as well? The toys was for everyone and he actually asked me not to give it to them.
And they kept standing up when the aircraft was taking off. I had to turn around in my jumpseat and shout at them to sit down. They were even running around in the aisle when we were doing service with carts. Another crew told the kids firmly to sit down but it didn't work. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and told their mom as assertively as I could,"M'am, you need to keep them in their seats cos we can't work like this!" She just nodded but I couldn't see any efforts from her to try and do anything.
Then when we were securing the cabins before landing, all the IDR passengers stood up like it was during boarding. Can you believe it? ALL of them stood up and opened the hatracks to get their bags out! And we were like, 37 000 feet up in the air with potential turbulence hitting soon.
When I was securing my area, the paxs had multiple big bags either on the floor or on the seats. I was thinking in disbelief,"What, they think they can keep those in their seats for landing?" So i told them to put it back into the hatracks because it wasn't safe like that. They acted a bit blank. I actually told them to their faces that,"Yeah you HAVE to put those bags up right now cos we are landing. I don't understand why you take them all out cos you're gonna have to put them back up again. So please put them back NOW."
And I actually went back 3 or 4 times to personally buckle the seatbelts of those confounding Family A kids. But hell they just couldn't stop getting up! When 2 of them were suffering from pain because of blocked ears, I was actually sneering inside, thinking,"Serves you right, you brats! I hope that can immobilize you till we land!" But no such luck, they were still alive and walking around during landing.
Anyway, I could go on forever talking about them. But I'm not gonna do that now cos I'm getting tired of talking about those fuckin' bastards. And it makes me depressed anyway. So guess I'll stop cursing them for now.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
A Song to Sing
Goodbye four leaf clovers
Hello gone awry
Don't cry the fight ain't over
Unless you let it pass you by
I'm looking for a song to sing
Looking for a friend to borrow
I'm looking for my radio
So I might find a heart to follow
I've never been this longing for your lovin'
I've never been just wearin' down to nothin'
I've never been just looking for a reason
So that maybe you'll be thinkin of me oooh...
You'll been thinking of me
All that I have found in reason
Is reason just to not believe
And all that you are left is treason
Is treason just to let it be
I'm looking for a song to sing
Looking for a friend to borrow
I'm looking for my radio
So I might find a heart to follow
I've never been this longing for your lovin'
I've never been just wearin' down to nothin'
I've never been just lookin' for a reason
So that maybe you'll be thinkin' of
These blue yonder dreams and second hand shoes
You're so far gone that you're left to lose and
It's too late to go home all alone
You're the tar in that old cigar
And the worn out cable on a cable car
And you're too tired to admit you've got to choose
I'm looking for a song to sing
Looking for a friend to borrow
I'm looking for my radio
So I might find a heart to follow
I've never been this longing for your lovin'
I've never been just wearin' down to nothin'
I've never been just looking for a reason
So that maybe you'll be thinkin of me ooh...
You'll been thinking of me
It's a song by Hanson from their album This Time Around.
Brings me heartache every single time I listen to it.
I dunno how they did it, the three of them must have been between the ages 15-20 when they wrote it. But it sounds like some old guy lookin' back on his wretched life and wonderin' what could it have been.
Every word is heart-wrenching.
A large part of the album is pretty upbeat. Their usual sugary pop-rock at the time, which is why this song was even more of a contrast compared to the rest of it.
Trust me.
Taylor's voice isn't flawless. In fact, I think it's heavily flawed. But it's what makes his expression of sad songs even more believable. The way his voice was breaking when singing this song actually broke my heart as well.
I don't even know why I'm writing this.
Lately, well, I've always have it. A wave of nostalgia swept over me and I kept wanting to have a copy of that album in my laptop. I used to have a cassette tape version of it when I was in high school. But I can't put that into my laptop, can I?
So thanks to technology and the generous people who uploaded it online, I was finally able to download it.
It was like the sounds of my youth.
Haha I sound like an old wretch myself, don't I? Okay I know I am not that old but I am not young anymore either.
The longer you live, the more memories you're gonna have.
I finally understand that.
So anyway, nostalgia, to me, is always a sad thing.
People often say "both happy and sad memories".
Truth is, sad and dark feelings often etch themselves onto your heart much deeper than happy ones.
I'm not a pessimistic person. It's just the way things are.
And I'm not even talking about specific memories when I'm listening to this song. It's just a song that makes me sad.
But I like it.
It's one of my favourites in the album.
Now if you'll please excuse me and my melancholy thoughts.
Hello gone awry
Don't cry the fight ain't over
Unless you let it pass you by
I'm looking for a song to sing
Looking for a friend to borrow
I'm looking for my radio
So I might find a heart to follow
I've never been this longing for your lovin'
I've never been just wearin' down to nothin'
I've never been just looking for a reason
So that maybe you'll be thinkin of me oooh...
You'll been thinking of me
All that I have found in reason
Is reason just to not believe
And all that you are left is treason
Is treason just to let it be
I'm looking for a song to sing
Looking for a friend to borrow
I'm looking for my radio
So I might find a heart to follow
I've never been this longing for your lovin'
I've never been just wearin' down to nothin'
I've never been just lookin' for a reason
So that maybe you'll be thinkin' of
These blue yonder dreams and second hand shoes
You're so far gone that you're left to lose and
It's too late to go home all alone
You're the tar in that old cigar
And the worn out cable on a cable car
And you're too tired to admit you've got to choose
I'm looking for a song to sing
Looking for a friend to borrow
I'm looking for my radio
So I might find a heart to follow
I've never been this longing for your lovin'
I've never been just wearin' down to nothin'
I've never been just looking for a reason
So that maybe you'll be thinkin of me ooh...
You'll been thinking of me
It's a song by Hanson from their album This Time Around.
Brings me heartache every single time I listen to it.
I dunno how they did it, the three of them must have been between the ages 15-20 when they wrote it. But it sounds like some old guy lookin' back on his wretched life and wonderin' what could it have been.
Every word is heart-wrenching.
A large part of the album is pretty upbeat. Their usual sugary pop-rock at the time, which is why this song was even more of a contrast compared to the rest of it.
Trust me.
Taylor's voice isn't flawless. In fact, I think it's heavily flawed. But it's what makes his expression of sad songs even more believable. The way his voice was breaking when singing this song actually broke my heart as well.
I don't even know why I'm writing this.
Lately, well, I've always have it. A wave of nostalgia swept over me and I kept wanting to have a copy of that album in my laptop. I used to have a cassette tape version of it when I was in high school. But I can't put that into my laptop, can I?
So thanks to technology and the generous people who uploaded it online, I was finally able to download it.
It was like the sounds of my youth.
Haha I sound like an old wretch myself, don't I? Okay I know I am not that old but I am not young anymore either.
The longer you live, the more memories you're gonna have.
I finally understand that.
So anyway, nostalgia, to me, is always a sad thing.
People often say "both happy and sad memories".
Truth is, sad and dark feelings often etch themselves onto your heart much deeper than happy ones.
I'm not a pessimistic person. It's just the way things are.
And I'm not even talking about specific memories when I'm listening to this song. It's just a song that makes me sad.
But I like it.
It's one of my favourites in the album.
Now if you'll please excuse me and my melancholy thoughts.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Relaxing in Johannesburg
Was pulled out to Joburg back to back, twice in a row. Hotel room heater didn't work and I was freezing like hell. The only solace is the big beautiful window in the room. When the sunlight was streaming in at sunset, I truly felt like I was in heaven, sprawled in the reading couch with my laptop.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Dubai...everything to complain about
Okay, this will be the last of today's many entries.
Did I mentioned the ceiling lights in my room are dead?
For 3 whole months.
I used to change the light bulbs myself but this time they simply don't light up at all. So I guessed probably the wires or the head had burnt.
In the beginning, I always call them to tell them which days I'd be in for them to come repair it. But they never came when I was home.
Then a really nice security guard tried out the bulbs for me and confirmed that there's nothing wrong with my light bulbs and he will write about it in the maintenance report.
After a couple of weeks, still no one came.
Then one day, an electrician came up to take a look at it. I told him it's something else cos there's nothing wrong with the bulbs. He looked a bit blank but he kept saying "yes yes yes". I doubted that he did and asked, "Do you understand what I'm saying?" Again he answered yes and left. I asked him would he be coming back and he said yes. So I left the door open for him.
30 minutes later, the door was still opened but the electrician was nowhere to be seen. By now, I had given up trying to get them to work. A few minutes later, a guard called me and asked whether the repairman came up to fix my lights. I told him what happened. He blamed me for not telling the repairman what is wrong with the lights. I got really mad and retorted that I did and made sure that he understood me. Apparently, he said yes although he didn't understand anything at all. How was that my fault?
Since then, I have never asked them to come fix the lights. Especially this month when I'm on reserve, I dunno when is my day off until 2 days before.
A coupla weeks ago, security called again and asked whether they could send someone up to fix it. I replied groggily but sharply, "No. I'm sleeping."
I mentioned it to my friend next door and she said they also called her. But she waited for them the whole day and no one came at all.
That's why I tell everyone, if you have a better choice, don't ever come and live in Dubai. You will suddenly morph into a heart attack patient. That is, if you don't become limp getting rammed by a trolley pushed by an Indian or Arabic while doing grocery shopping. Or become clubbing-phobic because of being constantly hit on by sleazy Lebanese, Indians or Arabics here.
Did I mentioned the ceiling lights in my room are dead?
For 3 whole months.
I used to change the light bulbs myself but this time they simply don't light up at all. So I guessed probably the wires or the head had burnt.
In the beginning, I always call them to tell them which days I'd be in for them to come repair it. But they never came when I was home.
Then a really nice security guard tried out the bulbs for me and confirmed that there's nothing wrong with my light bulbs and he will write about it in the maintenance report.
After a couple of weeks, still no one came.
Then one day, an electrician came up to take a look at it. I told him it's something else cos there's nothing wrong with the bulbs. He looked a bit blank but he kept saying "yes yes yes". I doubted that he did and asked, "Do you understand what I'm saying?" Again he answered yes and left. I asked him would he be coming back and he said yes. So I left the door open for him.
30 minutes later, the door was still opened but the electrician was nowhere to be seen. By now, I had given up trying to get them to work. A few minutes later, a guard called me and asked whether the repairman came up to fix my lights. I told him what happened. He blamed me for not telling the repairman what is wrong with the lights. I got really mad and retorted that I did and made sure that he understood me. Apparently, he said yes although he didn't understand anything at all. How was that my fault?
Since then, I have never asked them to come fix the lights. Especially this month when I'm on reserve, I dunno when is my day off until 2 days before.
A coupla weeks ago, security called again and asked whether they could send someone up to fix it. I replied groggily but sharply, "No. I'm sleeping."
I mentioned it to my friend next door and she said they also called her. But she waited for them the whole day and no one came at all.
That's why I tell everyone, if you have a better choice, don't ever come and live in Dubai. You will suddenly morph into a heart attack patient. That is, if you don't become limp getting rammed by a trolley pushed by an Indian or Arabic while doing grocery shopping. Or become clubbing-phobic because of being constantly hit on by sleazy Lebanese, Indians or Arabics here.
Dubai Taxi
If you call Dubai Taxi, after the welcoming message and you are put on hold, you'll hear, "We apologize for the wait. All our customer service agents are busy. Please hold and we will be with you shortly. Your call is important to us....."
After you request for the taxi, it will probably take them at least 20 minutes to send it. Sometimes they are late for a few hours. Sometimes they don't show up at all.
I missed a clinic appointment once because of that. There were also numerous times when the taxi just didn't show up on time at all. And may I tell you that it is very hard to get a taxi in my area. My apartment building is in the middle of a sand-pit, surrounded by buildings still under construction. Therefore I can't just go downstairs and hail a cab, unless I am lucky or I wait till another taxi comes up to drop off passengers.
I have tried calling them an hour or even two before but sometimes they are still late or they play a no-show. But if you tell them you are going somewhere far away, then they will show up on time or even early cos they will earn more. Can't really blame the taxi drivers either. They have no basic salaries.
If the place you are going is having a traffic jam (Dubai roads are jammed up 24/7), then they will refuse to take you. Or they will pretend that they dunno the way. Or they will take the long way where there is no congestion but you will have to pay extra. Some cab drivers are just plain rude and you can actually feel your blood pressure rising rapidly as you are talking to them.
There's a supermarket near my place which is about a 15-minute walk away. I seldom go out so whenever I do, I will buy a lot at one go. Problem is, after having a whole trolley full of heavy groceries, there's no way I can walk home. But at this supermarket, there are virtually no taxis. Even if you are lucky enough to spot the odd taxi coming through the parking lot to drop off passengers, they probably won't take you cos they know you wanna go back to somewhere nearby. They didn't wanna waste their time only to earn AED6.
That's why sometimes I had to wait 2 hours before getting a taxi or private cab because I am helpless.
If you call for a cab during peak hours, the operator will tell you they can't guarantee that there will be a taxi for you because it's extremely congested out there.
I really don't see how our calls are important to them.
After you request for the taxi, it will probably take them at least 20 minutes to send it. Sometimes they are late for a few hours. Sometimes they don't show up at all.
I missed a clinic appointment once because of that. There were also numerous times when the taxi just didn't show up on time at all. And may I tell you that it is very hard to get a taxi in my area. My apartment building is in the middle of a sand-pit, surrounded by buildings still under construction. Therefore I can't just go downstairs and hail a cab, unless I am lucky or I wait till another taxi comes up to drop off passengers.
I have tried calling them an hour or even two before but sometimes they are still late or they play a no-show. But if you tell them you are going somewhere far away, then they will show up on time or even early cos they will earn more. Can't really blame the taxi drivers either. They have no basic salaries.
If the place you are going is having a traffic jam (Dubai roads are jammed up 24/7), then they will refuse to take you. Or they will pretend that they dunno the way. Or they will take the long way where there is no congestion but you will have to pay extra. Some cab drivers are just plain rude and you can actually feel your blood pressure rising rapidly as you are talking to them.
There's a supermarket near my place which is about a 15-minute walk away. I seldom go out so whenever I do, I will buy a lot at one go. Problem is, after having a whole trolley full of heavy groceries, there's no way I can walk home. But at this supermarket, there are virtually no taxis. Even if you are lucky enough to spot the odd taxi coming through the parking lot to drop off passengers, they probably won't take you cos they know you wanna go back to somewhere nearby. They didn't wanna waste their time only to earn AED6.
That's why sometimes I had to wait 2 hours before getting a taxi or private cab because I am helpless.
If you call for a cab during peak hours, the operator will tell you they can't guarantee that there will be a taxi for you because it's extremely congested out there.
I really don't see how our calls are important to them.
The will to live
The other day, I came back from my 12-day leave to find my small potted plant lying dead. Well, it looked dead anyway. Shoulda taken a picture of it to show you what I mean. The leaves looked withered and the stems were not erect at all, as I said, it was just lying there lifeless.
I felt like I killed it.
Now, people always say it is bad to give a plant too much water, especially in an air-conditioned environment. But although the leaves looked withered, most of them hadn't turn yellow yet. So I thought why not.
Thus, I put a lot of water into the pot and went to bed.
8 hours later, I woke up to find one third of the stems were slowly beginning to stand up again. It was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. I wouldn't have thought it only takes such a short time for it to recover. I was afraid that I can't save it after all but it worked.
The water was absorbed quickly. In just a few hours' time, the plant had soaked up the amount of water enough for 5 days. It was as though it was parched and thirsty. Well, I supposed it must have been.
By afternoon the next day, the plant was almost as good as when I left it 12 days ago.
Now it's even more robust than before. I guess what doesn't kill you really does make you stronger, aye.
I felt like I killed it.
Now, people always say it is bad to give a plant too much water, especially in an air-conditioned environment. But although the leaves looked withered, most of them hadn't turn yellow yet. So I thought why not.
Thus, I put a lot of water into the pot and went to bed.
8 hours later, I woke up to find one third of the stems were slowly beginning to stand up again. It was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. I wouldn't have thought it only takes such a short time for it to recover. I was afraid that I can't save it after all but it worked.
The water was absorbed quickly. In just a few hours' time, the plant had soaked up the amount of water enough for 5 days. It was as though it was parched and thirsty. Well, I supposed it must have been.
By afternoon the next day, the plant was almost as good as when I left it 12 days ago.
Now it's even more robust than before. I guess what doesn't kill you really does make you stronger, aye.
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