Dramas dramas dramas........

I have this annoying fever that keeps coming and going for the past month. It's just a slight fever but the fact that it never really goes away even after I've taken medications really makes me mad! On top of that, I have flu too.

Went to the company clinic earlier this month to have it checked out. As it was only a very slight fever, they only gave me Lemsip, the kind that looks like Eno that you put into hot water and drink.

I was less than happy about that as I thought, well, I can get that myself from the pharmacy, if I want that, I'd have gone there and not to the doctor. But it was a slight fever, so I still took the medication anyway, just to see if it works.

The fever didn't go away completely and as I said, came back again on and off still. I already called sick once for a Mumbai flight because of this and the eve of yet another Mumbai flight, it came back again. Maybe even God doesn't want me to go there, I dunno. But I did it anyway. Can't call sick twice for the same flight, can I? Otherwise, they're gonna think I'm doing it on purpose.

Anyway, they already did, they give me another Mumbai flight again next month, on the exact same day of the month that I called sick. How evil is that? Geez.

Since the medication doesn't work, and because there've been some negative reviews about the healthcare facilities in Dubai, I decided to see a doctor in Kuala Lumpur the next time I fly there.

I was aware that I might be quarantined due to the recent swine flu outbreak but I seriously didn't think that was gonna happen. It was just a possibility.

I already made plans with my college friends to meet for Kajang satay. Have a sore throat which was getting worse so I thought I'd lay off it a bit and just have some drinks instead.

Was supposed to go see a doctor in Setapak and then get picked up by Wai Kiat at Evelyn's house.

However, the moment the doc got my temperature reading, he asked me to report to the Sungai Buloh Hospital straightaway. I was a bit taken aback. Sungai Buloh sounded really far away.

He didn't even wanna give me any medication for my sore throat. I hate sore throats.

I immediately informed Wai Kiat about it and discussed about the possibility of cancelling the meeting because I wouldn't wanna pass it to them if I really have H1N1.

Good ol' Wai Kiat still came to the clinic to meet me to see what happened. He's such a darling that he offered to give me a ride to the hospital. Initially I was doubtful about going, cos I had to fly back again the next day. It would cause a lot of problems if they quarantined me.

But Wai Kiat advised me that it's better to go than spreading the virus around. I felt sorry to let him send me there cos what if I really have it, then he might be infected as well. And I don't think I have it cos I don't have high fever. So why should I go there. But then again, I've read in the news that there was a guy who had it and didn't have any fever at all.

Wai Kiat asked me to get masks from the clinic first. I went to the nurse but they said they didn't have it, which is absurd. Which self-respecting clinics won't have any masks? Wai Kiat was surprised. But I couldn't do anything about it since that was their answer.

So I came out only to go back again to get some information about this hospital.

The moment I touched the glass door handle, the doc came out with his hands clad in surgical gloves and racing to get the door from me, immediately wiping the handles and I could smell disinfectant.

Then he said he would open the door for me and asked me not to touch anything else, saying that he had been disinfecting everything since I left. I didn't mind that, I understand it was a precaution.

Asked the doc about the contact details of the hospital and whether it was still opened. Yeah, stupid of me, I know. But I didn't think outpatient treatment opens 24 hours a day, which was normal. And I didn't know which category my case falls into, emergency or outpatient treatment.

Aside from knowing that the hospital opens 24 hours, the doc had no fucking idea any other info about the hospital, like, the contact details and how to get there.

What saddens me most is the attitude of the doc. Sure he was smiling and all but the way he was talking to me in gloves and disinfecting everything I touched was making a family of patients inside the clinic discriminating towards me. They were looking at me strangely. As a doctor, shouldn't he be more sensitive instead? And what's this that their clinic don't have any masks?

Wai Kiat asked the doc for masks and he gave it to us. I told him that his nurses didn't wanna give it to us earlier. He replied that they didn't know. Didn't know what? I know you don't simply give people free masks but if u don't sell it here, you can just tell me. How stupid are you to tell people that your clinic doesn't have a single pathetic mask?

Oh, and when the doc told me to go to the hospital, he asked me not to say that I went to his clinic cos they will all be quarantined as well.

And he himself told me that I must go to the hospital instead of spreading the virus around. If I was really infected and they were not quarantined too, imagine how much virus will go around! What kinda attitude is that for a doctor? Truly disgusting!

I'd never ever go back to that clinic again. There's another older doctor who's really good but he isn't always there. So I guess that's it for me.

Fortunately, Wai Kiat knows the hospital. We left for Sungai Buloh after I went back to the hotel to inform my Purser about everything. I even brought extra water and my contact lens case and solution just in case they needed to quarantine me there.

The swine flu unit was set up outside the hospital. A family of three was already there so I waited in line behind them.

Waited for 35 minutes and the medical personnel still haven't finished with them. Me and Wai Kiat went to look at some swine flu posters nearby. Then another personnel came to us and asked whether we were there to check for swine flu. He told us that we should have gone to the counter to tell them so we would be served. Wow, that meant we wasted 35 minutes for nothing!

See, me and Wai Kiat were there wearing masks so our visibility was no doubt higher than high. And the sign at the tent clearly stated that it was an area specially for suspected swine flu cases.

If I needed to go to the counter, the personnel who was serving the family could have told me when he saw me sitting there for a fucking half an hour! He could have at least ask why was I there! But he did nothing!

And the second personnel only came to ask us after a doctor told him to. Jesus! We could have been waiting there for a whole night without knowing what's going on!

It certainly isn't a good feeling knowing that you might have swine flu, and the people at the hospital certainly isn't making it any easier.

I wasn't afraid for myself but I was really worried about spreading it to the people I know.

Anyway, after gathering info about my signs & symptoms, medical and travel history, I was told to wait outside a room for the test.

Waited for a long, long time before I was called in and had a tongue swab done on me. A stick was inserted till the very back of my tongue and I felt like choking.

Doc put me on home quarantine for 24 hours the next day. If I received no calls from the hospital, that means that I'm cleared. It also means that I can't fly back with the other crew because of the timing.

We've been there for a whole 2 hours.

Poor Wai Kiat must be famished! He came to meet me straight after his badminton session and hadn't ate for at least 3.5 hours! Add to that that he runs the risk of being infected.

He said that it probably wasn't serious since I was being put on home quarantine. So we went to Jalan Ipoh to have dim sum.

I really dunno how to thank him. Wanted to pay for the meal, we both tried to give money to the waitress but as usual, the waitress only took money from the guy. Sigh.

Wai Kiat is genuinely a good friend. Can't put my gratitude into words. Anyway, must belanja him next time or buy a present for him.

Returned to the hotel and left a message for the Purser to call me once he woke up for the updates, that I can't fly back with them. He asked me to give him a copy of the quarantine form so that he can write a report on it.

I woke up really early and ordered room service, ready to start my day of being quarantined. Then called the hospital for the test results, if it was ready early, then I could still fly back on schedule.

Thank God and all my guardian angels that the result came back negative! Which means that I'm cleared. I have no H1N1.

But this fever is still bothering me. It's still here even after I took the medications they gave me.

The company clinic advised me to go in for a blood test if the fever still persists, just to see whether my red and white blood cells are normal.

I hope everything's fine.

God bless me. And Wai Kiat as well :)

不要乱挖洞哦

发现吉隆坡金河广场六楼的售货员都蛮可爱的耶。

像我那天去血拼啊，看到一件裤子，想试但店家说不能试，那我就不买啦。他说一定合穿的，但我说我没穿过这类型的裤子，不知道好不好看，又不能试。

那个售货员的同事拿了我早前选好的衣服给我，我正在检查时，他跟我说，“这裤子没穿过就应该尝试看看嘛。”

我笑说，“问题是，我连试都不能试，你要我怎么尝试啊？”

他被我说的哑口无言。

唉，好端端的，干嘛自己挖洞自己跳啊，哈哈。

又一次，我看中一件上衣，但比那家店里其它的衣服贵，可是我倒觉得OK，因为它那种质料如果要在杜拜的话，一定要上百元，但这里才卖RM79。

我觉得价廉物美，总之就是平、靓、正就对了。

结帐时，售货员还问我，“这件衣服比较贵哦，你这样买，不觉得贵吗？照我看，应该是上面有刺绣的关系吧。”

我在心里窃笑。

“嗯，那有没有折扣啊？”

他有点为难的说，“我查一下喔。。。。嗯，有十巴仙，如果我老板问的话，就说你是常客，但只能给十巴仙而以啦。”

我当然说好啊，心想他也太可爱了吧，竟自己主动降价。

你觉得呢？

A little something to share

For those of you who don't know, the most preposterous things happen onboard an aircraft.

Perhaps because you are breathing recycled air at 35000 feet, you are stuck, have nowhere to go and can't really think straight (for some people anyway).

All you can do is eat, sleep and if the airline you are travelling with has an extensive selection of in-flight entertainment, engage yourself in an exciting movie or listen to some (hopefully soothing) music to calm your nerves.

Oh and observe the trolly-dollies while they are running around, hoping to find some faults with them.

I was operating a flight to Kuala Lumpur from Dubai a few days ago.

Departure was delayed for 1.5 hours. Some paxs were wondering about the reason, some getting impatient, and crew of course were even more frustrated, because we wanted to get to the destination ASAP so that we can SLEEEEEEEEEEP!!!

Despite everything, we still tried our best to make paxs happy because if they are not, then they will make our lives hell during the flight. Believe me.

And of course for the reputation of our lovely company *smile coyly*

By the way, the flight was delayed because of a breakdown in the baggage system.

I was doing the bar after take-off and Pax A suddenly complained to me about the delay.

"Why is the flight delayed for one and a half hours? This is very bad. I'm gonna miss my connecting flight to Melbourne and have to stay overnight in Kuala Lumpur like you!"

I could understand the reason for his anger and frustration so I apologized,"I'm very sorry about that, sir. It was delayed because of a breakdown in the baggage system. So sorry about that, sir. Would you like to have any drinks?"

"No, I don't want anything."

"Then would you like any canapes (finger food) or mixed nuts?"

"Huh?"

"Any canapes or mixed nuts for you?"

"Mmmm.....anything."

Dissatisfied with the answer, I tried again. How would I know what "anything" is? Some pax tell you anything is okay but the minute they see someone else eating a different thing, they're gonna ask why didn't you offer that to them. And seeing that he was already irritated, I certainly didn't wanna set him off.

A lot of people don't know what canapes is as well, I didn't know before I was promoted to Business Class. Really don't understand why they give it such a fancy name, can't we just use English here?

Anyway, I tried to show him the bowl of canapes. You know when you are showing something to someone, you aren't sure whether or not they will take it so you don't just shove it into their face, out of courtesy.

"Sir, would you like some canapes or...." I was gonna show him the mixed nuts next.

But he said, "Okay, this one."

I passed it to him.

"Why are you scared to give it to me? The plane is delayed because all of you are doing this!" He was hinting that I was too slow, I guess.

And his expression didn't look like he was joking.

Initially, I was too bewildered to response because what he said was simply too ridiculous for words. Just because he couldn't do anything about the delay, he tried to pick something - anything, to make it our fault.

He couldn't scold the person in charge of the baggage system so he tried to take it out on us, the only face that he can see representing the company.

After pausing for like 2 seconds, I replied calmly, "Sir, I'm very sorry about what happened but the baggage system breakdown is beyond our control. And I didn't give you the canapes right away because I didn't know if you'd want it. I was trying to show it to you. And I'm sorry for the delay."

That seemed to embarass him and he shut up.

I certainly wasn't trying to embarass him or start an argument, I was just trying to make him see what really happened. He has a right to know as a paying passenger (and they pay a hefty sum to travel with us in Business Class).

I didn't want the flight to be delayed any more than he did.

Delays mean longer working hours and possible pax complaints and so long as the aircraft is still parked at the gate, we are not paid a single cent for it (uh-uh, no OT if the chock is still on). So why would we want it to be delayed? We would really sing Hallelujah!! if embarkation is done on time and the aircraft can just take off ASAP!

I gave extra attention to him and always checked on him for the remainder of the flight. But I think it was his unlucky day as well.

He wanted to buy 4 duty free items amounting to around AED3000 but NONE of them were available. I dunno whether it was the catering's fault or not as I wasn't the duty free operator that day. But the catering for that flight really didn't do their job well.

They didn't load enough 1.5 litre bottled water for us and didn't prepare the aircraft as they normally should. Not enough tumbler glasses either. We had to serve everything in wine glasses for the second half of the flight! And no more ice in Business Class as well for that same period of time.

Anyway, you can imagine how black was Pax A's face. I don't blame him. It was too much for a 6.5 hour flight. Gotta be extra careful now, anything could trigger an outburst. And he began to complain about the seats after a while.

Throughout everything, Pax B sitting next to him was fine.

He got the meal choice that he wanted. He was drinking red wine and I kept on replenishing it without being asked. He seemed happy with the service.

Towards the end of the flight, he pressed the attendant callbell so I went to answer it.

He wanted another small bottle of water. I promptly went back to the galley to get it but was told it had ran out.

So I went back to him with a glass of water and apologized for it. Telling him that just let me know if he needed anything else. He requested for a double shot of Baileys with ice.

I went back to the galley and remembered that we have closed all bars in Business. So I went down to the 2 galleys in Economy only to discover that all bars were closed.

Returned to Business Class galley and we had to open 1 bar. There was only 1 miniature Baileys inside. Dang. Went to the Economy galley again to get ice and finally back to the pax.

"I am very sorry, sir. There is only one Baileys left."

"It's ok."

He didn't seem to be mad or anything. If he had shown the slightest sign of being unhappy or dissatisfied, I would have opened other bars to get Baileys for him no matter what.

Approaching the top of descent, my colleague, Amanda was distributing hot towels. Pax B got hold of her and started going on about his list of complaints.

We eventually gave him a big bottle (1.5L) of water.

He also asked for a feedback form, which is, like, the most serious thing a pax can do if they wanna file a complaint.

The pax then proceeded to speak to the Purser. He told the Purser that he asked for a bottle of water and waited for 2 hours before anyone gave it to him.

As you can see, it was a big fat lie.

I answered his call as soon as I heard it and although I went to the wrong pax at first, I still went to him in less than 3 minutes.

Throughout the flight, Pax B got basically everything he wanted except for the small bottled water (of which I replaced with a glass of water) and double shots of Baileys (but he still got a single shot).

And still all our efforts didn't work and he had to complain.

I also think it's because Pax A was negative from the start and kept brain-washing Pax B.

I'm telling you that working onboard an aircraft is hard work although some people might think otherwise.

If you are working at any regular restaurants on ground, you can get almost anything a customer wants at the snap of your fingers. I mean, they normally only order from the menu and restaurants normally are capable of delivering what is stated there.

But let's say you see black pepper beef, chicken curry and omelette on an aircraft menu, chances are, the flight is only catered for 60% beef, 30% chicken and 10% omelette. And we the "glamorous" trolly-dollies have to break our skulls on how to tell paxs that the meals they order are sometimes not available (which is also stated in a disclaimer in the menu).

Or worse yet, the pax ask for a fish or seafood meal when they haven't even ordered a special meal beforehand. We are 35000 feet in the air, tell me how am I gonna go fishing for that meal?

If there is beef, sometimes they ask us to make it medium-rare. I'm sorry but we heat all the meals together for the same duration. And we do not have a chef onboard so I can't tailor the food to your needs. They are all mass-produced, in case you wanna know.

Some pax order special meals but suddenly feel that they wanna have the regular meal instead. And the moment you apologize and say you have to double-check whether we have enough meals first, their face turn as black as coals. Well excuse me, is it my fault that you ordered something and don't like it?

There are also paxs who still wanna stuff their faces with food even though they have already had 2 hot meals. So we are only left with offering them alternatives such as crew meals or sandwiches. If all the pax meals are finished, we can only eat crew meals. And if the pax wants it, then we have to go hungry. If it's a 7-hour flight, then so be it, let us be hungry and still have to answer pax requests and say goodbye to them with a smile.

If you are a regular waiter in a regular restaurant, you are not expected to do anything except calling the ambulance should a customer choke.

But we are supposed to do a Heimlich Maneuver to help him get the foreign object out so that he can continue breathing. If he faints, we have to administer oxygen. If he stops breathing, we have to perform CPR on him.

If a pregnant lady suddenly goes into labour, we have to deliver the baby.

If *touch wood* anyone dies onboard, we need to get the mortality kit out and take care of the body until we land. In addition, deal with the trauma (for those directly involved) for having someone dying before your eyes and all your efforts still doesn't help.

We are expected to remain perfectly calm and composed in all kinds of situations. Sometimes we make mistakes as well, simply because we are ordinary human beings.

Each of us are server, first aid responder, cleaner, security officers, all rolled into one.

Of course there are black sheeps among us, if any of us are discourteous to you, then I won't blame you for complaining about it.

But most of us are just trying to do our job and trying hard to keep you happy in the process.

Next time you see one of us, and if you feel that we've done a good job, we'd be ecstatic if you tell us that you really appreciate what we have done for you.

Men's best friend

Just watched Marley and Me on dvd.
Yeah I know the hype is probably over by now.
I'm always a bit slow :)
But the tears came all the same.

I suddenly realize that a dog's love for its owner is truly what we call unconditional love.

Haven't had a pet for a long long time now.

But I still remember how me and my sister cried when our kitten was ran over by a lorry. She was the smartest cat we've had. We picked her off the food stalls by the street. And surprisingly, she had the intelligence of a well-bred feline.

Better than Siamese cats, I would say. How I just hate Siamese cats! They're lazy and selfish and high-maintenance and utterly useless!!!

Anyway, one day we actually found our kitty peeing into the squatting pan in the toilet! And we didn't even train her or anything. She was so clean all the time. From then on, she would pee and poop into the toilet. Of course she couldn't squat on it cos it was too big. So she would squat at the side and aim her excrement at the pan. How cute is that!

And I still remember about the black puppy we picked up from a fresh litter of pups. He was the only boy and his hair was black and shiny. But the next day, a lorry knocked him down (why do trucks always have to run over them?!?). I could see his intestines and all. And it was still a baby.

The pets that we've had for the longest time were Baby and Shaky. I think their breed is called Samoyed in English.

We got Baby first. She always reminded me of a cartoon dog. Whenever she runs, her short legs seem to be spinning like wheels and all my friends were terrified of her. Cos she always looks really fierce. But she's actually not. Maybe she was just trying to protect us, that's all. And she loves to give me a thorough facial cleansing by licking my face all over. I used to think it was disgusting but I really miss it now. She always keeps her long beautiful tail curled up and it really looked like a flower.

Later we got Shaky. He was smaller than Baby. Somehow, I don't think Shaky is as pure a Samoyed as Baby. But we loved him all the same. Next to Baby, he was just like a little brother who was always relying on his older sister for comfort. Baby's role was like an older sister who was overprotective of her lil' bro. But Shaky wasn't the quiet type. He was playful and liked to ride on Baby's back while she runs (please don't think about the sleazy doggy position okay).

They were just like siblings.

But later we gave them away cos my Mom was pregnant with my brother and they didn't want too much dog hair in the house.

I want to have a dog these days so very much! Haven't come into contact with them for a while now.

Having my eyes on the Siberian Husky and Tibetan Mastiff. All really big and powerful dogs. But probably a husky will be more realistic cos the Tibetan Mastiff is too aggressive to handle.

I want my dogs now!!!

Meanwhile, here's a pic of me and a cheetah ;)

我不要 我不要啦啊啊啊~~~

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！

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？

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！

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*

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”

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!!!

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?

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 :'(

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...

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The Loots

Shoot me. This isn't even all of it.

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？

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。

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？

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?

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.

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.

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.