Flight Manual for Dummies

THE TEA COFFEE DIARIES

2010-08-21T20:50:00.002+04:00

Chapter 1 - Take Off

Never have I imagined that this would be the job for me. I guess I was mistaken. It's not a secret how we were before I left. We are still slowly climbing back up but I guess we are far better off. Though sacrifices had to be made. I had to go.. and I had to let go and be broken for the first time. He pushed me to be here. He was perhaps the reason why I'm here because he promised that he would come follow as soon as he can. But it didn't happen. It did not happen.

Ever since the day I met Finn , my life changed. I remember the night I saw him. . We met for a casual date and after a few drinks things did not get any better. Like in the movies, it was rainy and it has all the the elements of taboo but for me nothing was forbidden. when he turned his engine on, his brown eyes met mine. Luring me to his soft lips. I didn't even have a clear picture of his face but something in me was boiling that moment and reached for a kiss. Everything stop. I saw the rain drops as still as crystals hanging over the misty air. The space swirled and it was foggy. I closed my eyes and my hands... my whole body was working voluntarily, trembling and very very warm. Apart from feeling the butterflies inside me, all I know was i was sweating profusely, and my breathing was getting rapid, I was pulsating in desire until finally we both succumbed to the quietness of the night. I kept my eyes close. I never knew him... but somehow I've been waiting for Finn to happen.

Finn was a good guy. Dominating but he's the type that would listen. Big built that holding to his arms whenever we walk made me felt secure. I always considered myself a damsel in distress and somehow I want a man who would be mean to others but is very loving to me. Just like your typical Arnie movie. He is a living cliche- talk, dark and handsome. I know was lucky! I didn't mind that his family would not accept take me as his partner for as long as the man i want was with me, for as long as he wants me, i couldn't care less. We would drive by the country side on weekends, walk by the beach, pretend to be a couple on open houses and fantasize having our own home, and our own bedroom. I was a Stepford wife and he was my Stepford husband out for a weekend on Hamptons. I never thought i would meet someone like him but i did. He flies in out and of the country, so whenever he's away immediately he would call me as soon as he arrives in or outstation. As i was still trying to finish school, every time my duty would finish, he would fetch me and we'll have dinner. From gourmet to street, we didn't mind for as long as we're together whenever it's possible. At the end of every memorable rendezvous, I would send him down the street until he gets a cab. We would fight, argue, kiss and make up while waiting for his ride home. This was my favorite part of it all and it was his too.

Opportunity knocked and I welcomed it with both arms. I never wasted any effort knowing what my life goal is. I knew being in the hospital, confined to a laboratory is not what pictured myself doing. The ad presented itself and it was a calling I need to respond to. Finn supported me throughout. I guess he was happy. He bought me all the stuff I needed for the interview, he practiced with me, and asked the silliest job interview questions. The time I got the job was the time reality struck Finn and everything changed from then on. He was often moody and lifeless. I asked him all i needed was for him to stop me and i would do it. But he would just say , "you need to do this. I will be there". He did not want to be selfish I know but actually I want him to be.

I had to let go. On the night I was to leave, He had an earlier flight to San Francisco. We went to get a cab to the airport and it was a walk to remember. No usual taunting, teasing or laughter. No smirking, no funny faces, no holding of hands. Amidst the noise surrounding us, I didn't hear anything but my heart beat and my heavy breathing. We were like strangers and we did not know how to start until finally it was time for him to take the taxi. Before he went inside, he suddenly reached for me. Again, just like the first time we met, time went still. the crowd froze, the traffic stopped, and it was just us. I knew he wanted to say something as his both hands gripped my numbing arms. I saw tears forming from his eyes as he tried to stop himself from saying something. He released me and said "open this note as soon as you're in the plane...you have to promise." He quickly jumped to the cab and closed it. He didn't even bother looking back. I felt offended but i guess i needed to understand that parting is never easy. Parting not knowing if it would be the last time or not is never easy...

I kept my word and soon after take-off, I read his note.

"Dearest Trish,

It would be hard to come back after San Francisco without you in Manila. I don't know how to start but i will try. Wait for me.. I'll be there soon.

PS. check your filofax. i kept a few dollars inside. please use it to call me.

Yours forever,

Finn"

I quickly reached for my bag... looked for my filofax and inserted in between the pages are post-it reminders of our monthsaries and a few sweet nothings from him. My heart burned and my eyes swell. Looking out, I reminded myself. You wanted this now stop crying.

Break It Down Y'all!

2009-01-26T07:41:00.023+03:00

I know sometimes it is very difficult to express how you are feeling. We cannot decipher those emotions that incessantly swirl in our heads and take over our whole being. We are protracted to shallow restlessness and anxiety that instead of coming to our own reverie, we misinterpret it as chronic self-inflicted depression. I'm guilty of this. Especially if im so into the book that i'm reading, so emphatic to the feelings of the character in the mushy-trashy movie that i am watching, or (presently...) the song or songs i heard that's now on repeat mode in my mind.

Allow me to curl up and slowly sink to my own little world, my fantasies with (take note) it's own soundtrack. let these lines speak for me and i hope somehow it would come across.

For Your Eyes Only - Sheena Easton
I've let go of myself, It's all here right infront of you. Please look into my eyes and see through me.

"For your eyes only, the nights are never cold
You really know me, that's all I need to know
Maybe I'm an open book because I know you're mine
But you won't need to read between the lines"

Stay Awhile - The Bells
If i could only freeze each moments in frames, being with you at any time is all that matters, but time is always against me.

"How he makes me quiver
How he makes me smile
With all this love I have to give him
I guess I'm gonna stay with him awhile"

Sometimes When We Touch - Dan Hill
Whenever we touch, whenever i feel you, it's torture that I cannot numbed myself to keep me from falling...

"And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide"

Could've Been - Tiffany
Might be everything to me and might not mean anything to you. I know... that's how you think it should be.

"Every time I get my hopes up,
They always seem to fall.
Still what could've been,
Is better than,
What could never be at all"

I Bruise Easily - Natasha Bedingfield
The facade you see, the lies I utter is me on defense. I am too sensitive and I bruise easily.

"My skin is like a map, of where my heart has been
And I can't hide the marks, but it's not a negative thing
So I let down my guard, drop my defences, down by my clothes
I'm learning to fall, with no safety net, to cushion the blow"

Reality - Richard Sanderson
Might not be you, might not be now, but I hope and pray soon he'll come to save me from me.

"Dreams are my reality
A different kind of reality
I dream of loving in the night
And loving seems alright
Although it's only fantasy."

So Far Away - Carole King
I'm here, you're there... where will these endless journey end?

"Travelin’ around sure gets me down and lonely
Nothin’ else to do but close my mind
I sure hope the road don’t come to own me
But there’s so many dreams I’ve yet to find"

Passenger Seat

2009-01-18T01:39:00.004+03:00

PLAY AND LISTEN TO THE SONG FIRST.

I was haplessly scrolling through my playIist and I chance upon this song by Stephen Speaks. Creepy but it was very timely. I went to a reminscent trance once more and thought of those times when my partner and I would drive around the city or out of town. How I miss sitting on that seat that on 2 occassions lately, I almost cried myself due to envy.

One was when I went out with my flatmate and his brother shopping. He was picked up by his beau and both of us were at back watching the exchange of sweet nothings and nauseating flirtings. It was torture that at some point, in my mind, I wanted to chop both their heads off. I used to have this. I used to be seated right next to him and do crazy stuff. I used to be there changing the radio channels or cd's. I used to sleep there soundly while he drives and asks for directions. I used to be there holding his hand or leg as he cruise the highways. I used to be there to honk his horn when someone was overtaking us. I used to have arguments there with him. I used to be there when he would touch my ear and hair and then we would look at each other with loving affirmation. I used to be the one who he would reach and kiss before he starts the engine or before i step off the car. i used to be... i used to be... and that's the operational term. I USED TO BE...

The other was when i was walking towards the car of my friend and the lover with a grimace was there and showed me the backseat (bitch!) I just smiled wryly and felt embarassed and disconcerted by the gesture. like hello? why the hell do you have to do that? Not unless he sees me as threat which I know I can be if i choOoe to be. You don't have to press it on my face and mark your territory cause I'm not the snake you're supposed to be scared of, Your snake is YOUR insecurities and anytime it would just kill you with its venom.

From the later, during the entire trip, i was only staring blankly by the window trying to block all the negative elements around and tried to enjoy the ride. Whoever it will be the next time, I wish that I'll feel the same high again. That seat may not mean to anyone, but it does defines commitment to me. So from the last time til now, I choose not to sit there til I find the right guy to be ever driver, sweet lover.

A Lot Like Love

2009-01-07T15:55:00.009+03:00

Note: Again long hiatus... what can say busy, busy busy! anyway New Year, New
Post. here you go. Enjoy!

Finally after 3 years, I had now seen the ending of this movie. I felt like moving along with its core plot - the frustratingly constant cat and mouse chase for your happy ending. To refresh y'all A Lot Like Love is the story of Oliver (Ashton Kutcher) and Emily (Amanda Peet) who had a brief "encounter" on their flight from LAX to JFK but as soon as the plane landed so did their rendezvous. Over a period of time, they keep on meeting each other- first as acquaintances, becoming good friends and finally developing an intimate feeling to one another to which most of the time they have to repress as either one of them is working at the other end of the state or is happily dating someone. It's more of like Barry Manilow's Somewhere Down the Road Song.. "We had the right love at the wrong time..." Aren't we all suckers for happy ending? and this movie just gave us that when when the shoe finally fits, when they realize that they are really meant for each other after all. The *kilig* (mushy) moment for me was when Oliver went to look for Amanda and sang her this song.

"I'll Be There For You"

I guess this time you're really leaving
I heard your suitcase say goodbye
And as my broken heart lies bleeding
You say true love it's suicide

You say you're cried a thousand rivers
And now you're swimming for the shore
You left me drowning in my tears
And you won't save me anymore

Now I'm praying to God you'll give me one more chance, girl

I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
Steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what a love can do
I'll be there for you

I know you know we've had some good times
Now they have their own hiding place
I can promise you tomorrow
But I can't buy back yesterday

And Baby you know my hands are dirty
But I wanted to be your valentine
I'll be the water when you get thirsty, baby
When you get drunk, I'll be the wine

I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
Steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what a love can do
I'll be there for you

[Solo]

And I wasn't there when you were happy
I wasn't there when you were down
I didn't mean to miss your birthday, baby
I wish I'd seen you blow those candles out

I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
Steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what a love can do
I'll be there for you

i'll be there for you - bon jovi

OMG, i just melted and wanted Ashton for myself. hahahahaha now i know this would be on my wedding song playlist. hahaha i wish! hahahaha (Calling all the MEN out there.. pls sing me this song too... )

I just can't help but say that I'm practically LIVING the movie. all the elements like the airports, the constant travelling, the serendipitous meeting of probably "the one", my oblivious nature that is often times misinterpreted as being nonchalant well in fact I'm more sensitive than they think, the aching distance, the improper timings, the take offs and landings. I know i have to emancipate myself from dreaming. wake up ja! :P

Im just so sad sometimes, that whenever i meet a great guy, it's either one of these recurring themes happen:

1. He lives in a country where i don't get rostered that often.
2. He's attached or still dwelling on someone else's shadow.
3. He's utterly sexually pathetic.
4. He's turns out to be an insensitive, self-absorbed idiot
5. He's older than my parents.

May 2009 be my year.. awwwww... Someday I know my prince will be there and You'll ALL be very jealous of me hahahaha.... bwahahahaha *evil laughter* (NOT!)

What If's Activate!

2008-05-24T02:05:00.005+04:00

Disclaimer: This blog means no offense to anyone.

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At long last I can again post. For the past weeks I have not been able to post anything that all my writing inspirations have been redirected to another means of expression... eating and sleeping right after. Good thing i have not suffered from pancreatitis during my sleep that could eventually lead to my death. This has been one of my bad habits ever since... my body would never fail me anyway so i know i can still have a complete meal and then sleep without any worries of not waking up (Thanks to my mom's midnight snacking training circa 1985-present).

Blogger sent me an email last April about my blog being a spam and me being a "bot" that I have to reply to their email in 2 weeks time. Unfortunately, they sent it to the address (flightmanual@yahoo.com) I created specially for this blog which i don't usually check. I get to read their message when it was already past the time frame they have asked me to reply. The end result, my blog almost being deleted. Good thing, my special "gut-feel" skill saved the day and this blog.

If I'm a superhero, i think this would be my super power. I always follow what my inner voice tells me.. and it's always correct especially in critical decision making or when skeptic about a situation, friend or a person (which most the time taken wrongly by the person concerned or the friend the person concerned). It tells me if I'm going to have a bad day, a bad flight or a layover. I get to prepare myself for whatever it is that might happen and accept them as they come if i cannot avert it from happening.

I wonder sometimes if this is a remnant of my "women's intuition" from my past life since I'm still in the process of perfection as i evolve in each reincarnation or perhaps an in-born asset because I'm Piscean. Maybe both that's why it's so pure that whenever something bad is going to happen, my inner voice tells me so, or if it's really worst they talk to me in my dreams in symbolic mediums (thanks to National Bookstore for all the Dream Books and since I came to Doha-Google for the concrete and well-expounded explanations). I may talk nonsense but I've proven it to myself and a few of my close friends know about this. I don't get to see things voluntarily, I'm not a crystal ball or a tarot card reader, my special skill is always about me so don't bother ask for help. It's like Spider-man and his Spider sense.

Craziness... but I believe we all have this but sometimes we try not to acknowledge the fact that we do. At the end, we often say, "I had this gut feeling already but i still went on doing it..."

Anyway, my last flight I was in the "wondering" mood. All these stuff in my head was full of idiotic ideas that if it did happen.. how will the world around me be like?

What if like the arabs or indians our culture dictates us to wear our national costumes everyday? Well I don't mind really if it was Barong Tagalog or Baro't Saya terno... But what if instead of those, the guys have to wear bahags everyday and the ladies the traditional Ifugao costume including the palayok.. take note 5 palayok (clay pots) of different sizes? Carry?

Will 1 USD equal 65Php? Will all the OFW be able to regain all the money they lost in their savings? and will the prices of things in the Philippines ever get low? What if 1 USD equals 1Php? Gosh then i don't need to work abroad!

What if they have not invented the internet? Will Long Distance Relationships still work? will it still be ok to be far from your loved ones? No YM, No Skype, No Chikka, No Friendster, No emails.

ILUSYONADA FACTS: Gretchen was born March 17, Yuri was born March 16. Both are the eldest among their respective siblings. Smart, Graceful, Very Elegant, Controversial, Equally talented and this year's Pantene's Most Beautiful. Yun Na! Connect di ba?

If I'm Gretchen Barretto, I would make an album also and dedicate all my songs, especially the carrier single a remake of Jaya's Wala na Bang Pag-ibig? REMIX (Where's the Love? not the literal translation) to my frenemy. Sing it Live everytime i promote it with matching tears and walk-out ala Shawie (Remember The Sharon Cuneta Show finale songs when she and Gabby broke up?).

If I'm frenemy, I will buy all the album of Gretchen Barretto with the carrier single a remake of Jaya's Wala na Bang Pag-ibig? REMIX (Is There No Love Anymore? literal translation), give it to my friends and officemates. Surprise Gretchen as a guest in her mall tours and sing the song duet! Then book an exclusive interview with YES! Magazine and earn from the royalties of the interview.

If I'm frenemy, I would already write to Maalala Mo Kaya? (Will You Remember?) about our story with the title "UGAT" (root).

If I'm Marian Rivera magtataray din talaga ako kasi may K ako. (If I'm Marian Rivera I will also do what she did coz I have the right to bitch.) click me! click me!

What if I was straight? Will it suit me?
What if I was straight? chickboy kaya ako? hehehe (will I be a philandering jerk? hehehe)
What if i was a lesbian? YUCK erase erase.. ERASE!!! I can't eat.... *cringes*

What if I pursued studying Medicine after my Pre-Med.. I'll be known as Yuri R. Marqueses MD. taray!

What if this blog was actually deleted? would anyone miss it? hehehe...

Acknowledgement: Igorot Festival Dance Pic c/o Mr. Rizaldy Comanda via Flickr Thank you!
Gretchen's Pic c/o Pantene. Thank you!

Where is the Patis?

2008-04-09T23:17:00.006+04:00

Earlier this evening i was cooking "sinigang na baboy" (pork in tamarind-soured stew). I always have this peculiar cravings for sweets whenever i'm sick but notably this time i wanted to have tom yam.. the closest i can get to tom yam was sinigang na baboy (great difference since tom yam is like forever with seafood and i'm allergic to all those crustaceans swimming deliciously on a spicy tangy soup.) I just realized that i have cooked this delightful original filipino recipe inside my hotel room for the past 4 years n different layovers. I have already devised a way of cooking it from the the usual since you cannot do so much in a small pot and a moderated cooker temperature. now it's perfect but it's due for consumption tomorrow lunch. good thing i brought my miniature patis (fish sauce) from my last Bangkok flight and my sinigang mix. it's like i already knew i was going to crave sinigang for some strange reason..

Anyhow, a friend recently told me that compared to his simple life, mine is so extravagant. I do agree on that yes in some aspect.

I do find myself having my Sunday brunch in Paris, a full course meal by the Dead Sea in Jordan. Afternoon tea in London and perhaps dinner over-looking the stars in Rome. All of which done at 40,000 feet, by the galley counter.... standing and usually timed for no more than 20 minutes. well anyway you can eat as much as you like for as long as the pax are done and all are in peace.

Wanted to tell him that yes we take compliments and we smile but also we take complaints with a hard blow - not to mention the blinding spits of saliva molecules that gets to your eyes at times, the annoying hand gestures and bb (go figure). I'm amazed how much i become oh so graceful handling such. Lucky you can hung-up, make faces and mute the conversation while the disgruntled customer talks incessantly by the phone.

I had manners long before flying but i learned more after collecting dirty trays and place them back neatly inside the carts. after cleaning the pee soaked lavatories and after taking and gashing other people's trash. You need not be rich and experienced or sent to a training school to learn common courtesy, to be polite and to be thankful for the little people who makes your life easier. (the slave treated with no tip waiters who makes several trips and suffers because of your indecisiveness, the bathroom attendants who cleans up your mess after throwing up and the yelled-out maid who fixes your flat).

We don't work a 9 to 5 sched yet we fly to different time zones. it's more lethargic trying to adjust your sleeping habits always (the operational word) when you my friend on the other hand choose not to sleep.

the glamour of independence, and the ugly face of dying alone. The life you so ever wanted but when reality sinks in, it's not what you really expected. the parties, the interesting characters you meet. you make a scheduled rendezvous then you check-in to the most posh hotel, change to your best cocktail dress, reserve a seat on the finest resto and yet suddenly you are all by yourself, sitting alone on a strange place where no one understands you at all.

Flying is a job like any other that requires great skill and character. it's not all "welcome on board, hi! hello! buh-bye" and voila i'm in whichever place on earth. My life as a flight attendant is not very extravagant.. but HUMBLING. it's not all Gucci here LV that... it's not how many digits your salary is... it's not how many places you've been to. those are perks, superficial perks. the real blessing is the experience that will forever mold you as an appreciative, non-discriminating, learned individual. And now back to my sinigang-my comfort-the-sick food that i cooked from scratch, inside my hotel room here in Beijing. Life is not always a box of chocolate, it can be sinigang.. the more sour the better.

Dying Alone

2008-03-09T00:28:00.003+03:00

note: Yuri is going to Manila from the 16th til the 30th of March. this also serves as an invitation for my birthday party. contact me for details.

i guess nobody wants to die alone but believe me it happens everyday. may not be the physical state of dying but we die once in a while inside. we feel naked, molested and gruesomely violated - and just like what doctors do to a cadaver, they call out the time indifferently and walk out amorally.

how would it actually feel like dying alone?

is it the same when you try to clean your flat the whole day and nobody even cares to ask if you’re ok? while you were busy scrubbing the floor, the other room was moaning to the highest level. you don’t mind actually but how you wish scrubbing the floor would give you that same orgasmic pleasure that was in competition with your already loud music.

is it the same when you go to the grocery one fine day and nothing in your list is there? like you don’t know if there was panic buying of some sort that had happened an hour earlier in preparation for two consecutive foggy evenings or a blinding sandstorm. i wouldn’t mind stocking up too but i think it’s fair if there would post a bulletin about it. going to the grocery and back to your flat is already very very costly - that’s why you dont want to go empty handed.

is it the same every payday? that very sudden rush of blood going to your head due to euphoria as soon as your mobile alerts you of your salary and then an epileptic seizure after budgeting it and your left with actually none.

is it the same when you awkwardly meet your “pambansang frenemy” (national friend-enemy) and you act so casual with the usual beso here and there, invite her to the table and she joins blah blah, hola chika to the max, trying to maintain a very cheery voice and that plastered smile and sparkly eyes as not to show a hint of “plasticity” when what you really want to do is bang her head to the wall until it bleeds dry or better yet pull her tongue, tie it in a knot and cut her tonsils. this is far worse than dying alone. this is dying alone plus suicide note… plus actual suicide.

is the same when you cook a hearty me for you and your friends. go to a flight and when you get home, not even a rice was spared by your thoughtless pals as you starve to death? sorry wouldn’t suffice. you need your share of caldereta (beef stew) since you COOKED it and PRACTICALLY went to 5 different grocery stores to complete the ingredients and the last 2 stores by foot SINCE you have no more moolah left for taxi SINCE that’s what’s only left from your well budgeted salary? whew! what a life!

is it the same when you text someone and he didnt bother replying and will tell you all this stupid reasons why and yet you forgive and understand him?

is it the same when you missed the bus for pick-up when you are actually down on the dot. not to mention it’s 5 am in the morning?

is it the same when the only crew meal left for you is an Asian Vegetarian Meal and you didnt eat anything prior since you got up early and prepared very swiftly for your morning flight as not to miss your transport but the bus left you.

is it the same when after you just cleaned the lavatories, with the tissues folded v-shaped, the floor sanitized, the area carefully lemon-scented then someone so careless flooded it after using AND THEN suddenly your supervisor came blasting you with these sermons you don’t deserve just because he/she wasn’t there there when it was oh so sparkling?

is the same when your ex tells you i have found someone better and the “better” half is your bestfriend? or is it that your other “better-half” after your ex is still having difficulty finding his/her way to you? either way stings. pop it out like a balloon and make sure your bestfriend now your “ex”bestfriend by present tense.

is it the same when you have a very nice looooooong layover but you have a wicked set of crew? (AW!)

is it the same when you have a very nice looooooong layover but they lost your suitcase? (tumbling!)

is it the same when you have a very nice looooooong layover but you forgot to bring your wallet? (cartwheel!)

is it the same when you have a very nice looooooong layover but they have taken you off the flight? (morphine please)

is it the same when you have a very nice looooooong layover and very posh hotel room with a fantastic view of the city yet you have noone to share it with? awww.

is it the same feeling when FRIENDS was finally over and your were disappointed to hear that the spin off JOEY sucked bigtime?

is the same thinking why that bitch Meredith has both McDreamy and McVet and all you’ve got is McNuggets? i officially hate her now and ever more after watching season 3. i hate her! I HATE HER!!! to the bone.

we all die sometimes but we rise again from the ashes. it is insane how we cope up from these things as we usually succumb to the adversities and play victim. that’s the easiest way out yet also that would make us alone. these reminds us sometimes that we have no one to depend on but ourselves… be one hell of a steel to deflect any of the given situations above. now please enlighten me if you have died alone with no help whatsoever. not even a decent funeral

Appreciation

2008-02-20T03:38:00.002+03:00

Mars and pars im vaaaack! gosh it has been a year (well almost) and honestly i miss blogging. i just didn’t have the time and the same leisure. i would rather sleep my worries away than go on my usual word vomit. i am never a fan of negativity and ranting although at times i do indulge (it’s healthy if you do it with the right person), but last year (pause)… last year was too much…(deep breathing) TOO damn MUCH!!! (patting my teary eyes, hoarse voice) that if do the typing (pause) while sharing my inner most anger (im ok.. im ok), my keyboard will explode to pieces (screaming!!!) if not i would not be able to type since the pressure i put on every letter would bury them to the core of my laptop’s circuit board. (deep breathing again) either of the two (pause). now close your eyes and visualize how it would’ve been (in a now more relaxed and composed tone). also i don’t believe in CHARACTER assassination (sarcasm kills). they know me. and people know u. whoever you are. try this exercise called recollection.. you’ll realize there’s a pattern. now you think it’s our fault? nuf said (fiendish smile).

Hello and welcome back to me again! i do sincerely apologize for that. it’s so “white chicks”. my bitch fit. my “i am sooooofreeeakin’ piss” moment.

Things like this happening in my life make me appreciate the people that still are with me and my sister (most especially). Sometimes i think i don’t deserve such but that Guy up there… He loves us all, that He made sure there would always be a balance in the force (very stars wars).

Chise is the most likable person i have ever met. it gets to me at times and it makes me cringe. my friends love her more than me. they do go out with her even without me. she has this childish persona that charms everyone. Chise is ever so thoughtful.. ever so giving. very naive. i hate it. i really hate it. i’m the exact opposite. i don’t usually express myself. i do sometimes shut people down. i am very selfish and i’m easily distracted by her shameless display of “niceness”. im the typical older brother who is always right. and most of the time i don’t like my sister, most of the time i correct her. How can one person be nice and yet not be appreciated by her own sibling? simple mathematical equation. unlike yor friends, u get to choose who you wanna be with. but in case of family, you don’t get to choose. you’re stuck with them whether you like it or not.

In so many aspects of our life, we are astonishingly confused by these choices… most of the time we take those that we like and shove those that we don’t. We whine if we don’t get what we want and brag if we do. we excel, we fail, we laugh and we cry over these choices… most of which are temporary. but through all these, your unchosen family is always with you all the way. even if you don’t really need them.

But honestly, i know i’m lucky coz i have chise. she can be anyone’s friend but she can only be a sister to me. and i do love her and hate her at the same time. we had that kind of relationship eversince. we’re only 2 years apart. from bullying her to give me her extra baon (allowance), to cutting off the telephone line whenever she uses it etc etc. Among the 3 of us, she always has to make the sacrifice for the other to succeed. She remained selfless… no questions asked.

Eversince, she is adored by all. she means no harm. she sticks with her friends… especially in moments where they need her most. .. especially when they are all alone… hapless and trying to survive.

i told you i don’t believe in character assassination. for as long as people know who you are, and how you have been with them, how well you’ve treated them; no matter what the other says, it will all bounce back and reflect on how filthy and disgusting they truly are.

thank you chise. i do appreciate you ALOT.

2007-03-16T05:36:00.000+03:00

2006-12-17T00:05:00.001+03:00

Meet my alter-ego

Have you ever woken up one Saturday morning staring blankly at your breakfast, pre-occupied with what you will be wearing in the club later that night or whether where your sweetie’s gonna take you for that must have weekend date. Life was very simple then. I used to love Saturdays when I was a kid (now my only fave day are the days I’m off in my roster). Saturday is the only day in the week that I don’t mind waking up early in the morning (yeah, yeah I’m definitely, DEFINITELY not a morning person up until now) as not to miss my favorite cartoons on TV.

I was in retro-mood two weekends back and started surfing youtube and the net. And I found her… my long lost alter-ego… long before I discovered Darna and the Giants, long before I loss my innocence totally, long long long before… I was Adora… I was She-Ra, Princess of Power, defender of the Crystal Castle, the fabulous leader of the rebellion of Etheria, He-man’s twin sister.

She started my fixation to super heroines until now. While my other cousins are trying to bulk like He-man thanks to Milo and/or Ovaltine and fantasizing She-ra with her tight bustier and very skimpy skirt; I was busy glamming up like She-ra with her to die for tiara and fantasizing He-man’s pecs, abs and bi-ceps and how he flexes them ever so often. Hehehe… Mommies watch out for your kiddos. Can you just imagine me with my Curling Iron sword chanting.. “For the Honor of Gay-skull I am She-man!!! (Insert swirling glitter and butterflies) (Insert Back-up Singers: “She-man! She-man! Tententententen… She-man”) Defender ng mga baklush (defender of gays)! Princess of the Grotesque Pasay City Hall! Rebel without a cause! I think Joey de Leon has done this already.

It’s such a treasure finding those things that remind you of your tender years. It’s practically more destressing than any bubble bath that I do. That reminiscent laughter deep down is priceless. Add that to my Christmas wish list, a complete 80’s DVD Cartoon set.

Your Song: No more Heartache Vina

Tracks included:
All Cried Out - Allure feat. 112
Only Love - The Braxtons
You are the Universe - Brand New Heavies
Irreplaceable - Beyonce Knowles
Ugly Girl - Fleming and John
I'm not Missing You - Stacie Orrico
Goodbye Heartbreak - Lighthouse Family

To my dearest soul-sister Vina;
Don’t really know what’s going on, I don’t really have a clue. To cheer you up, I thought of these songs especially for you and to all the men we ever loved before. Let them be… let them burn in hell!

2006, Goodbye, So Long, Farewell my Friend-s

It all started with Bob, Imee then Diane, after which came Nat and Luvee. Now before the year ends and before I leave for Manila, another friend, ever so close to my heart is leaving Doha for good.

I first met Samantha in the corridors of my first accommodation. Her very warm smile immediately opened up the bridge to our friendship. Since my birthday was 3 days after we arrived in Doha last March 13, 2004; whatbetter way to get everybody acquainted but to have my first party in this desert paradise (?). She brought me her first oatmeal cookies with a bumble bee pin. Since then, we’ve been so tight and even considered her as my PX-bessie (PX- Filipino slang for imported goods).

Sam, I hope you will not miss my high-cholesterol deep-fried chicken skin that is to blame whenever your skin breaks out. But for sure, I’ll miss the high-blood pressure you give me whenever we really get the chance to TALK. Thanks Sam, for all those lovely memories that made my first days here in Doha really fun. Someday soon, may not be in Shanghai or in Singapore or wherever, but for sure I’ll catch you and will never ever make you wait for me to groom myself again.

Good friends are worth keeping even if distance would be a factor. Love you Sam! All the Luck and Happiness finally… Though it breaks my heart, though you’ve all left me (which is so unfair), it’s time to let go of you… all of you.

Adios Mi Amor
My ode, 3 years in the making, finally it’s done… finally his chapter ends. Finally I’m free.

16th July 2004
A Letter for Charlie

Got up in the morning with the thought of you
A remainder from the dream I had
Tears suddenly flow in my eyes
As I felt emptiness inside

The joy I had while sleeping
Turned into a depressing realization
That you are now… GONE.

Everyday I try not to think of you
Of what happened
Of what we have become

Regrets I have,
Haunting me like a ghost in the night

I welcome the day with a smile
Hiding what I really feel inside
Sometimes I fool myself by hating you
But I end up loathing me more.
Everytime the phone rings,
There’s always a hope that it’s you calling.
More often , I end up with someone
To whom I feed on what they’re feeling on the same ground as me.

Never thought I would feel this way
I was ready but still caght with no defense

Honestly, I know this day would come,
From what happened before
I wish for you to suffer
But why do I suffer more?

Maybe because I love you
And I’m trying hard not to

The pain is indescribable… stressing
Especially now that it’s all coming back to me

I feed on you
I take you as my nourishment
I take refuge from the past

Sadly, I have to begin again with no clue where to start
Another day commencing with my prayed hope.
At the end of it, my awaited rendezvous with you as I slumber.
Kiss you tenderly, hug you and never let go.
Be with you even for just a little while.

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17th July 2006
ME that I Hate
YOU That I Used to Love

On my way out
You asked me not to go

I didn’t look back
Instead, I walked away and slammed the door.

Not even a single hint of remorse
Can be seen in my tear-soaked face.
Lost myself in a cave of despair
My only weapon are match sticks flare
Now the bright light outside
Paved my way to soar across the tides.

No time now will ever be wasted on you
On thoughts of anger
On memories good while they lasted

Shame on you for pushing me away
For always treating me this way
For hurting me and numbing me from pain

Shame on me for believing you
For kissing you and hugging you
For ever missing you so much.

Shame on me for the recurring thoughts of you
For writing this because of you
And most of all for loving you too much.

Manila, Manila I’m Coming home

So when is the big date?
27^th of December 2006! 4 days until we re-open the year with a big bang!

So what’s the deal?
I dunno yet. I have so much in my head that I can’t plan anything. Perhaps, the usual trip to Tagaytay - my refuge in the city, shopping and Grocery galore, Jollibee, Pork and Beans, Pandesal Pork Adobo, Pork sinigang, Pork Barbeque, Pork Sisig, Crispy Pata, Liempo etc. etc… OMG… I don't mind pigging out for 2 weeks as in literally "pigging" out. See you all then!

2006-10-16T15:37:00.000+04:00

Writer's Note: Due to an increase in demand of my time, I'm bound to make my posting monthly (I really really hope so). Thanks for visiting and happy reading to all.

2006-10-16T15:27:00.000+04:00

2nd Wife on the Loose

Kay's Birthday Picture ala "Una Kang Naging Akin" Posing (You Were First Mine). Starring Jag and Archie (my two good friends here), Sir Paul, mois (2nd Wife) and Kay (The Legal wife). Just see the look on her face while I try to snatch her husband away. Mega teary eyed emote da buh? Convincing!

Namaste Taj Mahal

Create Your Own!

2006-10-16T13:33:00.000+04:00

123 FRESH!

Ever wonder how flight attendants maintain that impeccable grooming inflight? Here are few tips that can soon be useful to you when you travel those long haul flights or day-long joy rides to wherever this coming holiday season or when you just want to freshen up after a very stressful day at work.

Nothing beats the feeling of a fresh breath after brushing your teeth. The cooling effect your toothpaste gives, beats those mint candies you always carry. I know it's not always possible yes but in cases like such, Listerine Pocketpacks is your best weapon especially in times of emergency smooching and close face to face encounters with people.

Make it also a habit that you check your hair from time to time. However you do it, make sure that your crowning glory is well tied up or neatly brushed; avoiding those hay-wire strands from distracting other peeps. If you're a guy, dampen your hair and fix it nicely if you think you're gel is wearing off.

Don't forget to moisturize! Just spray evian around your face and whoala! that's it! Here's a tip, if you don't want to spend much, buy a small bottle with an atomizer cap available in SM supermarkets and fill it up with cold mineral water. Blot those excess oils in your faces and reapply make-up. A simple blush and a lip gloss will do the trick. For guys, a lip balm will do to avoid chapping of your lips. It doesn't mean because you're a man, you're not prone to those nasty cracks. Girls hate those.

Yuri Recommends: Juicy Tubes by Lancome, Lip and Cheek by Body Shop, Body Shop Born Lippy and Neutrogena Lip Balm

It doesn't matter what you're wearing for as long as you make sure you keep it neat and tidy at all times. Tuck your shirts properly, dust your shoes off, pull your socks or stockings, refold whatever is needed (your sleeves, pants), Check your skirts etc. Always make sure that before you strut your way or whenever in view of other peeps, you physically check your self up. Spray a refreshing touch of cologne ( not perfumes! your day-long-sweat-accumulation reacts violently with perfumes; inflight - perfumes are way too much for a very dry environment) to cap it off.

Yuri Recommends: Bath and Body's Mountain Frost for Men and my special favorites Bath Body's Cucumber Melon, Green Tea & Cucumber and Sweet Pea

2006-10-16T13:09:00.000+04:00

Frankfurt Oktoberfest Paparazzi Shot

My last Frankfurt flight, I went out partying since it was the start of their famous Oktoberfest. It was a bit rainy yet we still braved the night looking for that ODEON club to which these German peeps are talking about. After a train ride and a few turns from the station we finally found it. Not much pics to share but this one which I got from Partyshooters.DE I was not disappointed at all. For 3 euros the beer was already over-flowing! Music was good since it was Black Music night, so we got our asses bumping and grinding all night long with our fave tunes from Beyonce to Usher. We were all wasted partying for almost 5 hours. I thought I was up to Grinding 24 hrs but no, my body gave up even after that Vodka Red Bull. Well actually what made it more memorable is when the DJ played "Bebot" (tagalog slang for sexy chicks!). All those Germans just started jumping and singing "Pilipino! Pilipino! Pilipino!" A bit odd yes but the feeling is soo much i can't even describe how proud I am to be one.

Dance Break: Enjoy!

My current fave "Borderline" from Michael Gray feat. Shelly Poole

2006-10-16T12:23:00.000+04:00

Lookie Lookie Who's Back

My sincerest apology to all for my nearly 2 months of absence. I made a promise that unfortunately was not able to keep. I did miss blogging for sure and the few friends I made since I started last year. To all those who left me a message here, in my ym and even emailed me, thank you. I've been really really busy that imagine I don't even have time to reply to my emails. You may not feel my presence here nor in your blogs as I did before but one thing's for sure... I'm always with all of you... naks.

She Works Hard for the Money

Surprisingly last April, I got another love letter from my office. After almost a year of being a First Class crew, I am now a Cabin Senior - fully in charge of the Economy Cabin, assistant to the purser and a purser itself in small aircrafts.

I just finished my 3 week long training last August and all my observation flights last September. It's been really hectic eversince. I'm really thankful for yet another blessing and again I'm out there to prove myself worthy. It's a new ball game now. I'm terribly scared to be honest from my first solo flight until now. It's quite a challenge yes, but hey, this is how people grow.

The pressure is too much now both physically up there (just imagine your sweat as you feel it lining your back smoothly) and emotionally from my handling my passengers and crew. Also, the thing is I don't look like one. My airline boasts of not just the youngest fleet but also the youngest crew and most good-looking crew in the business (ahem!). My last flight to Berlin flying A320, one of my pax in Business Class asked me that he wants to commend me to my purser. He was quite surprised when I told him I ws the one in charged of the flight. I went back to the galley and tilted my head, pouted my lips, demurely flipped my hair and just smiled (Haba ng Hair Ko Syeet).

Sibling Bling

Flying from Manila where she waited almost 2 weeks before she was finally able to get on the flight to Doha, sisterette now is here with me in Doha. I never thought that having a member of your family here would at least lessen that feeling of homesickness. It felt like I'm me again especially when I get to pick on her at times. Of course I'm her achi so she can't retaliate.. well actually I think she missed seeing me going nuts and crazy the way I really am around the peeps who knows the real me.

Now I've got my TFC (The Filipino Chanel) watching buddy in Doha ever fixated on watching all those pinoy drama and reality shows like Pinoy Dream Academy to which is my current fave. I just do wish she'll get to stay longer and be able to land a decent job here like mois. But for now,the only thing that matters is Chise's here to keep me company before I leave for Manila again this December and to discipline her by controlling her eating habits. hahahahaha...

Love to Love you Baby!

I won't give away too much. I think I've got this jinx bug whenever I make an announcement regarding my love life. Let the ring speak for itself - the REAL reason why I'm not hooked to my trusty laptop these days, I'm "hooked" to someone else. DND at the moment non-stop. *wink* Also have to brush up to my English vocabulary, I'm near to having an epileptic fit.

Coming Soon...

2006-10-12T01:22:00.000+04:00

2006-08-11T05:28:00.000+04:00

Crew Rest No. 13 - Let's Play!

ABC- TV!

Let's wind up the clock and be kids once again. Blogfriends let's play a game. Being the couch potato that I am (well I watch pretty less TV now compared to before), I challenge you to name TV programs (foreign or local) from A to Z. Ready? Go!

Where's Yuri?

Remember how we use to spend our recess and period breaks by playing SOS and tic-tac-toe? Does Spin-a-Wheel ring a bell to anyone? Well if not, I've got this to refresh your memory. It's like playing Wheel of Fortune actually.

Question: For my next entry, Which of the 7 wonders of the World have I been to recently?

Clue: If you're misbehaving, Your mom will go yelling: "If you see this guy, you'd start to cry..why? You'll be put in a sack, and forever your friends wont see you back. On his motor you'll be, taken away from me. I swear by his turban, you'll be eaten till your dead gone."

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hmmm is there a letter A?

Catfight

Jealousy, Jealousy, Jealousy is such an evil thing Paris so... BURN baby BURN! Ever wondered how it would be if Paris challenges Nicole to a death match? Well here's your answer to that question.

In Reply to Tin-Tin's Meme:

Got tagged by Tin-Tin... thanks girl! thanks for the nice things you said. I'm just just flattered. hehehe...

RANDOM: the first time i saw your pic in my comment box, i found you cute. aminan na! hahaha. at first i thought you look like john lloyd, but yuri, you look way better than him :)

I know... hahaha.. *turns and flips his long silky hair*

CHALLENGE: a background song on your blog but you should be the one singing

Wait for my next podcast Tin! hehehe but I'll only sing a part ok? Would that be fine?

COLOR: of course pink!

Ala Kris Aquino.. CORRECT!!!

SOMETHING I LIKE: your witty yet serious comments and posts

Hmmm... I was trying to be sarcastic but it just shows that I'm a very nice, sweet boy from Pasay. Innocent and still a virgin (in my skin pores) hahahaha....

FIRST & CLEAREST MEMORY OF YOU: first is your picture on my comment box. sabi sayo, crush kita agad. hahaha. but the clearest is your post on toilet 101. because i just realized then that it's also part of your service

We do, so if anyone here is on my flight, make sure you keep it clean or else... 10000 Sarah Balabagan lashes!

ANIMAL: a colorful fab butterfly. i can't believe you're still a caterpillar

Still in the process girl thanks! I always wanted to be on that realty show THE SWAN. Free make over dear!

QUESTION: how's your lovelife? hehehe. i don't have any idea about it.

Single, Looking for "willing" candidates. Shirt not a Requirement. You know my email. drop your CV okie? (I'm such a whore these days)

SONG: Home by Michael Buble, coz i think it pretty much describes you

This place, though the weather is exciting my sweat glands now, has grown in me. I've actually learned to love living here but as the saying goes "There's no place like home with pork on the dinner table."

2006-08-09T01:56:00.000+04:00

Passenger Complain No. 9 - Now Back To Your Regular Program

I Can See Clearly Now
UB40

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) Sun-Shiny day.

I think I can make it now, the pain is gone
All of the bad feelings have disappeared
Here is the rainbow I’ve been praying for
It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) Sun-Shiny day.

Look all around, there’s nothing but blue skies
Look straight ahead, nothing but blue skies

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) Sun-Shiny day.

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To all my dear, dear blog friends... thank you! thank you ever so... for sticking with me even through my hiatus. I am but touched by your constant visits... Flying kisses to everyone *waves*

It's nice to be back! OMG! The reason actually why I have to suddenly take a break from here is that I needed time to compose myself. I believe that it's never nice to belch bad things in here as it would only attract negative energy to my blog. Also, I was never brought up to trash people's lives and say mean things to them ( though I am very much tempted). It is sooooo against my handbook of "How to be Graceful and Glam when your 24, Single and Fabulous". Let's just say fairy godmother answered my prayers but it took me by surprise. I'm back... and will never EVER leave all of you hanging again.

As opposed to rumours, I am not in Manila. I wish girls... but I still have to work and pay my dues. I'll be back home exactly on the 27th of December this year just in time for New Year and away from post Chrsitmas gifts nightmare! Typical pinoy culture... You're everyone's santa and I don't wanna splurge by making other non special peeps happy. I'd rather be there just in preparation for New Year and have a wild bang myself! (Stop thinking dirty... tsk tsk tsk)

Also, for the record, I am not at all DEPRESS. Yeah perhaps, coz I'm gaining weight from doing nothing. I'm just this pseudo-adviser on how to be fantabulous when I'm having bulge problems myself!!! Kidding aside, I am not... I just dont know why but I am not... in fact I don't feel anyhting at all. Probably, I'm just all used up like an overused tube of toothpaste that I can't cry no more. To quote Jen from her movie. "I don't need this... I'm done... I am worth more than this..." I just came to my senses. I got my closure and knew that whatever happened before was never my fault as implied by "him" and the peeps around. I learned everything when we got back together. Slowly, I regained my dignity back. He's got balls to take away everything from me, even making people believe that I was to blame. Whatever I was accused of doing, I am but vindicated. THINKERS, DOERS. All the good things that he did is gone now, I paid my debts... and for all I know I have already done everything if not greater...

God is good and He showed me the way for me to recover and to not be afraid anymore. In Manila, he no longer dwells the streets, its no longer his turf. I can step foot back home again without him haunting me. Another chapter in my life begins. I feel so light I can spread my wings and fly again.

2006-07-13T01:38:00.000+04:00

Crew Rest No. 12 - Happy Birthday Di!

For those who have been reading my blog from the very beginning, you may have met my bestfriend Diane in some of my posts...trashing her like ever. She already left Doha last April and eversince things were never the same. I've got no one else to share my most intimate moments and silly laughters with. Grocery shopping isn't the same as well. But truly, I'm happy for her. She is now in peace and does the things she's been longing to do. For now the sparrow may have clipped her wings but soon you'll see her flying once again. Miss you Di! Hope to see again soon! Happy Birthday. Love yah!

Before Diane left, she surprised us with this video. When I saw this, I just started crying. That was the time I realized her resignation was for real (Actually I co-wrote her resignation letter while watching Brokeback Mountain). Well... also... because I was too exposed (almost like being barenaked). Funky hair, bad hair day, eyebags, big boobs, short shorts and an Xrated pic that can be mistaken for an FHM pin up ( I've actually edited this part. hahahaha... sorry.)

Okie. okie let's play a game. Watch the vid and answer this question. "What is my favorite color?" Ready?

2006-07-11T00:23:00.000+04:00

POD No. 1 - Earth to Blogosphere

I dunno but I think John Lloyd fans in the person of Jane and Dheena came by and didn't like what I wrote (or my face at all) in my previous post. Sorry girls(boys?). In as much as you wanna puke your guts out for comparing moi to your idol, sadly, the feeling is more than mutual. With that I leave you this song, especially dedicated to both you. Since I've got no character, not much of a grammar-word-wiz / showbiz reporter look alike (hmmm... Rey Pumaloy? or Ogie Diaz? Tita Cristy? hmmm lower...), well perhaps this might help you know me better. "I did not kill anybody" (if I may borrow La Aunor's line)... but I might just... (Shucks, my "baduy" self is manifesting again... hahaha need some "pretend-to-be-rich pills"). *goes into epileptic fit*

I'm quite flattered actually, Gosh! I'm getting POP! I have detractors already. I didn't expect it coming... so overwhelming, think I should start posting more of this stuff hahahaha... Love yah! mwah!

As promised, my first podcast!
Warning: What you are about to hear is but CRAP! Never heard myself speak really and I sound horrible! So embarrassing.! Typical pinoy accent bwahahaha... Have to keep my promise so here goes nothing... (Click the Image)

This reminds me of my tatay's (dad) voice tapes way way back. My gosh I'm a true blue OFW already! It's like making one to all you that I left broken-hearted in Manila hahahahaha...For any questions (personal or whatever) you want me answer in my next podcast (hopefully), drop me a note here: yuri_marqueses@yahoo.com

2006-07-06T19:35:00.000+04:00

Passenger Complain No. 8 - Is It Any Wonder?

...And I thought no one would ever notice but since Din-Din told me about this in my previous entry, If I may ask.. "Do I really look like John Lloyd Cruz???"

This is just too much. He is taking my "superficial" identity. Don't get me wrong, I am very much flattered by this so-called "compliment". But next time, please do say HE looks like me ~~not me resembling him~~. I have to be the standard (thank you Din-Din, I appreciate you telling your friend I'm waaaaaaaaaay better), the one to which all comparison is based on. *hyperventillating*

Remember guys, I am no second-rate, trying hard, copycat! No one is actually. Why am I dwelling over this shallowness? ~~Nothing else to write about so i settled for this silliness~~ It's like asking, would I rather be compared to John Llloyd or Bea Alonzo? My gosh... Well at least it's better than Diane calling me Chokoleit. That girl.... I miss you!

First podcast is coming SOON! Finally you'll get to hear the voice behind the smiles. Hahahaha

2006-07-04T07:28:00.000+04:00

Passenger Complain No. 7 - I Wanna Go Home

This song is dedicated to me and to all of you stricken with homsickness:

Home
Michael Buble

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aerorplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
But this was not your dream
But you always believe in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home

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I know when the monsoon season is already starting in Manila. I will feel down together with rains and flashfloods. I miss Chise (my sis) and our midnight snacking together. My brother (Eumir) as we together piss the hell out my sister and my Mom our gossiping moments and out of town trips. I miss my honey and the things we usually do together. I need a break terribly. Yesterday I was sick. I was crying bucket full of tears the entire day. For now, I only have my trusty laptop and blogger friends to keep me company. I know better days will come soon, I know all things shall come to pass. God help me smile again.

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Well anyway, been surfing around like crazy and found this. made me laugh like hell. Thought of sharing it. That's what's gonna hapen if you don't know how to use the toilet properly! Bwahahahaha... Enjoy!!!

2006-07-02T02:25:00.000+04:00

Chapter 2.2 - Lavatory Grooming

Writer's note: For whatever purpose this may serve, Everything written here are only the opinions and insights of the blogger. He represents no one but himself. Thanks.

Here's a video by Daniel Cirera that got me singing. Very Eamon-ish Fuck You song dedicated to all you bastards/bitches out there.

As my purser often tells us, grooming isn't only about how we touch ourselves up every now and then, nor how we stand and present ourselves to the passengers but also the way cabin cleanliness should be meticulously checked and properly maintained throughout the flight. What people don't know, behind all the glamour are plastic gloves, nauseating disinfectants and lemon air freshners. Yes, after we close the doors, everything is on us. From medical cases to cleaning up the mess you made in the lavatory.

In this time and age, I can't help but be fascinated still that some people have yet to learn "toilet courtesy". It's not like they just invented toilet sinks and bowls yesterday nor is it totally different from those which you have in your respective houses. The same mechanism to apply. You piss/shit, you wipe your ass, flush it, wash your hands and wipe the basin. It's so elementary yet some people still needs to be addressed about this. Well for your sake and ours as well, here are some pointers for review and practical use the next time you board an airplane.

Photo taken from: ACME-Nollmeyer

Never try to tamper the smoke detector. Aside from the penalty and cancellation of your next trip, you can be subjected to ~~skinning without anesthesia~~ imprisonment in case fire should happen due to your smoking addiction (in case we all survive). If you can't manage, ~~drug yourself up~~ or better yet chew it.
Please lock the lavatory door to avoid such inconveniences like us seeing your doodle.
Don't dump the tissues or whatever in the toilet bowl. The flushing is obstructed thus, WE have to unclog it! Waste bins are clearly marked and it's there to serve its purpose.
Doesn't matter if you leave skid marks, but please don't you forget to flush it.
Phlegms are for tissues not a basin ornament. Spread love not germs especially on a "tubed" environment.
Never walk barefoot in the lavatory. I can't assure you it's 100% microbe free. I'm not even sure if it's water you're stepping at.
Wipe the basin after use. Again, you are reminded. There's even a note that says: "As courtesy to the next passenger, please wipe the basin after use." So please, WIPE THE BASIN AFTER YOU USE IT.
As aircraft toilets are unisex, guys, please be considerate of the ladies. Put the toilet seat up then do your thing. Also, make sure you hit the spot and don't hose it to wherever.
If you want to use premium class toilets, buy a premium class ticket. Don't start bitching about the queue behind is a mile long. These things are paid for thus, premium class passengers need not suffer from the pains of holding their bladders. They're privileged.
For whatever reason, please, do ask your friendly flight attendants in case you need assistance. We don't judge people, in fact we do appreciate it much MUCH more. thank you.

2006-06-30T07:44:00.000+04:00

Before anything else can you tell me where the hell is this woman being dragged into? Who you think is pulling her to wherever ? LOVE the song, especially the video. Go check it out.

Flight No. 069 - Madrid

Ola! Senorito y Senoritas! I've been drenched in wines and beers lately. It's party time once again. Monsoon rains may come to Manila, but here I am enjoying the summer sun of Europe. First time in the land of conquistadors, siesta, flamengo and bull fighting and just can't describe how much fun I had. Too bad, it wasn't that long but I sure did made the most out of it!

Station Info:

Puerta de Alcala - The monument of Plaza de la Indepencia, "The Arc de Triomphe" of Spain.
Bear and the Madroño Tree - The Royal symbol of Madrid
Real - means royal not "real" (Real Madrid = Royal Madrid; Royal Tru Orange = Real Tru Orange corny!)
Plaza Mayor - The central Plaza of Madrid built during the Austrian period, the venue of all royal festivities from soccer games to bull fighting. Now, a plaza where restaurants serve the best Paella!
Paella (frying pan) - the rice cuisine that originated from Valencia, a province in Spain, from which rice, seafood and meat are mixed harmoniously to create a very palatable dish!
Las Ventas Plaza De Toros - The home of bull fighting, tights and Spanish asses in Madrid. Truly, the most gruesomne yet titillating experience ever!

How to kill a Bull in 20 minutes:

Facts taken from Wikepedia (concised by) as I have no idea at all too. But after watching 6 bulls fight till the end of their lives for 2 hrs, I discovered that all is choreographed into one bloody dance number...

The Matador has 6 assistants: 2 picadores (horse-riders each provided with a spear/lance), 3 banderillos and 1 mozo de espada (sword servant).
Spanish bullfighting is divided into 3 stages (Tercio de Varas, Tercio de Banderillas and Tercio de Muerte) each one to commence and end at the sound of the trumpet.
Tercio de Varas - "lances third", the bull's behavior is observed by he matador, afterwhich the picadores attracts the bull to the heavily armored horse to spear it. This would eventually weaken the bull due to excessive blood loss.
Tercio de Banderillas - "banderillas third", 2 harpoon sticks disguised as banderillas are bravely planted by the banderillos to the raging bull. Further wounding would cause it to be really cranky like my mom in the morning, thus the famous red eyes, fuming nostrils.
Tercio de Muerte -"death third" The matador re-enters the ring with the red cape (muleta) and a sword. For every graceful turn, the bull's life is at hand, waiting for the final kill. The sword thrusted from the shoulder blades perforating to its heart as they both charge head on.
Though the injury is fatal, it would take time for the bull to die, this calls for A coup de grâce- the hapless animal stabbed in the spinal cord.
After all the drama, the bull is dragged by gallopping horses to be cooked as tapas and the Matador claims his minute of fame.

I don't know why this is considered a sport, and where the hell do they get all the bulls? Bull-sh**! I've heard animal rights people are on the case already. Barcelona (hear-say) already put an end to this gore-y, sadistic tradition. Lucky me, I went to Madrid.

2006-06-24T03:35:00.000+04:00

Crew Rest No. 11 - Happy Bday Sir Paul!

In lieu of Sir Paul's Birthday, Kay and I once again braved the kitchen and synergized our powers in the wee hours of the morning to yet again conquer another baking challenge. Yes, for those of you who don't know... I cook! From simple everyday meals to extravagant dishes that even that fact amazes me. That I owe to my mom who is always a text away if I need some assistance.

Now, may I proudly present to you, our greatest creation so far:

Last year, we made a delightful chocolate cake for the same occassion. My first and Kay's as well. Prior to that, we did a trial run by doing a simple egg pie. It was a success yet there was no evidence of the hardwork done. People doubted us as if they haven't seen us do magic by creating sumptuous desserts (Kay's specialty) and effortless Kare-Kare (Oxtail stew), Morcon (Beef flanks rolled with veggies, cheese and bacon topped with sauteed tomato sauce) and Chicken Galantina (Smoked meat wrapped in chicken skin and stuffed with eggs, raisins, pickels and cheese). I believe, it is but proper to give us credit.

All in the name of love. Being the second wife (now, just got promoted), it is but my duty to support the legal wife. I will work my way up dont cha worry. Just a matter of performance. If not, there's always something called asphyxiation. Love u Kay!

Happy Birthday Sir Paul. Thanks for looking after mem for understanding us ( me, Diane and especially K) and doing all the "difficult" chores in the flat. Love you! mwah!

2006-06-22T06:00:00.000+04:00

Love the song? Come sing with me... help me cry while I dance merrily (Just so timely):

SELFISH
(Original: THE OTHER TWO; Remake: SUNSET DAZE)

Someone I hate, she thinks she’s great
And loves to state the obvious
You’re next to me, entirely, let’s wait and see

Someone like you, selfish it’s true
All you can do
It’s plain to see, entirely, you disagree

No sense of reason, I think it’s true
Why did you have to believe them
No sense of reason, what do I have to do
There’s no-one else you’re deceiving

Sometimes it’s true, forgiving you is hard to do
It’s crystal clear, could end in tears
And not something I can feel sure of

No sense of reason some think it‘s true
Why did you have to believe them
No sense of reason, what do I have to do
There’s no one else

No sense of reason some think it‘s true
Why did you have to believe them
No sense of reason, what do I have to do
There’s no one else you’re deceiving

No sense of reason, why did you have to believe them
No sense of reason, there’s no one else
No sense of reason some think it’s true
Why did you have to believe them

No sense of reason, what do I have to do
There’s no one else you’re deceiving
Why did you have to believe them

Special thanks to Ritz. Please feel free to visit her blog.

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Before anything else, let's feast on Madonna's latest video enjoy!

Passenger Complain No. 6 - Selfish
Peste (tagalog) noun. pests. nuisance. something that causes trouble

Love my new look? Got tired of being topless so, I put a shirt on for a change. Kinda chilly outside. Well anyway...

To whom it may concern: I'm not perfectly fine and it kills me that I'm commiting a sin due to the fact that my indifference is not the proper way to react on the unfavorable situations you are presently in. Trust me that I do feel for you. It's just that I cannot emphatize with you at this time for I do have my own problems that is stressing the hell out of me. I really am sorry if I've offended you in some way. But do have it in your heart to understand what I'm going through. You should know...

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In response to my dear dear friend Sam, I found myself a new pet too. Cookie the cocky cockroach. First time to see his kind after 2 years and OMG! I just can't believe how hideous the Doha version is. He's been roaming around the house lately out for a more relaxing and cooler atmosphere from wherever he came from. Well, sadly his dead now after a can of baygon took his life. Lesson learned: Don't you ever scare me like that when i shower.. You'll definitely get it!

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As a passenger/customer, don't you just find it at times to just hate a flight attendant even if he/she has done nothing to you? Just the sight of his/her face makes your stomach churn? Happened to me just recently. I dunno, I just can't help it. I think we all have that tendency. Share, don't to be scare-d. *wink*

2006-06-19T19:02:00.000+04:00

Flight No. 027 - Frankfurt

Sorry guys for the late update. Been a busy week for me. Anyway, now I"m back again, alive and still kicking butts! I was called to do Casablanca which was not in my roster originally. Thankful for that since I was able to spoil myself for an entire day. Too bad, I forgot to bring my camera, No snaps for you to see - NO biggie really, just went by the pool to sun bathe, swim and had a moroccan bath. Now my skin is soft and silky again.. Love it!

Anyway, these shots were taken last month from my lay over in Frankfurt. Flew with 2 sweet pinoys from my Air Philippines days. We had a blast strolling around the city, eating ice cream and filling our tight bellies with beer! my gosh. Looking at me, I think I gained weight. tsk tsk tsk...

Station Info:

Eiserner Steg - the 100 year old bridge, picture not shown only the troubled water beneath it.
Romer - a complex where in the 1400, this was the venue of royal banquets.
Dom der Katholischen - The Cathedral - 10 Emperors where crowned here between 1562-1792. The name is a bit exagerrated since it houses no bishops at all.

Post Script:
Belated Father's Day to all! Happy Anniversary Duke! Special thanks also to Ghee, K, Jane, Vina and my new "kapamilya" (family) Carlotz! Love yah all! Mwah!

2006-06-11T19:01:00.000+04:00

Crew Rest No. 10 - Growing Up Sentai

Little did my parents' know that whenever I watch these Japanese masked heroes every Saturday night on IBC-13, I don't really fancy the fight scenes, nor the robots nor the high-tech weaponry. I was gaga over the leading men and of course the heroines. I can still remember my friends and I playing "pretend". I would always get fumingly mad to whoever is playing Pink 5 or Pink Mask. I would nag and correct her to death. She would then call me names because I do it with more grace than her. Eventually she'll end up lying on the floor after I killed her with my "laser magnum" (not to mention me sticking a bubblegum on her pretty hair while I diabolically laugh inside.) This is the dawn of sentai, the rise of live action robots of Bioman and Maskman and the Metal Soldier, Shaider. These are among the greatest influences during my childhood years, apart from Rainbow Brite and My Little Pony.

Bioman:
Remember Peebo? The robo resembling R2D2. He is by far the "gayest" robot I've ever met.

Maskman:
Who can ever forget Okelampa? The insectoid whose power is to resurrect beaten monsters into gigantic maniacs. Why didn't they ever thought of killing him instead? Makes life easier huh?

Shaider:
Who would ever forget the "Shigi-Shigi" song of Iga whenever she has to summon Fuuma Le-ar? The ever skimpy skirt of Annie? The Time Space Warp?

Unlike its western counterparts (ie Power Rangers), though they all have the elements of foot soldiers, skank army and episodal monsters, these sentais do actually have a plot which makes them more fun to watch. You're glued as to what's gonna happen next, much like that of a soap opera. Maskman for example revolves around the love story of the ice imprisoned Princess Mio and Takeru (Red Mask). I ditched all my fairy tale books because of this.

Now, If you're a true-blue sentai baby, I bet you can sing this...

2006-06-08T04:37:00.000+04:00

Crew Rest No. 9 - And The Winner Is...

The results are finally in for 2006's Best Airline and Best Cabin Staff in the recently concluded World Airline Awards. Skytrax being the recognized research company for commercial airlines surveyed travellers worldwide as to find out who amongst them has the highest rating in terms of staff, facilities and services offered.

Taking the lead on this year's race to the top is UK's pride British Airways taking off from it's 5th place last year. Qantas followed-in cruising still at 2nd while Cathay Pacific landed at 3rd.

Thai Airways bagged the most coveted Best Cabin Staff for 2006 after placing 2nd to Asiana Airlines last year. Two-time winner Malaysian Airlines stays at the no. 3 spot while All Nippon Airways blasted off at 4th place edging Singapore Airlines down to no. 5. As forcasted, Qatar Airways continues to move up on both categories, sky rocketing from its previous standing- proving once again to be the most promising airline to watch out for in the coming years.

On a personal note: Cheers to all my colleagues! Job well done. All our hardwork and perseverance bore its fruits. We truly are now recognized not only as an award winnig Five Star Airline but also a growing threat to all our competitors. Keep it up!

2006-06-06T20:00:00.000+04:00

Passenger Complain No. 5 - Dear Diary

Don't want to be forever hunted by regret.

Somethings in life, however you try to hold on, however you try to keep it together, however you try to psyche yourself up, are better off not pursuing at all.

Am I over reacting? Am I just being too sensitive? Have I been expecting too much? All these forms a cloud of confusion in my head that hinders me from taking that bold step. I just cannot cross the bridge me being half hearted and all. There's no turning back now. Second chance has been given and yet no lessons were learned from the previous mistake made.

I must learn how to walk blindly, surround myself with no other voice but mine. Never decide with what your thoughts and paranoia are telling you but will do it because your heart tells you so.

I'm fucking sorry for my self, for not really able to express my thoughts, what I really feel, what I want, what hurts me, what makes me cry. It sad to say that I'm fed up. I'm tired.

There goes another chapter of my so-called happy ending. There goes my "I-told-you-so" , my drinking sessions and tongue lashing from friends who thinks that would actually make me feel better. Thank you.

People might think I'm lost again. Wandering ever so clueless. I've been there and that's what you ought to know. I know my way back already.

Take all the pictures away, all the good memories that was. Better keep it real. I'm good. I just need to feel that I'm worth something, that I still matter, that I'm not something you set aside.

In times like this, whoelse can u turn to but yourself and God. I'll be back right after I've cocooned myself away from the shit I'm presently in. It's not the end of the road just a detour.

Tomorrow's another day. Another reason for me to smile.

2006-06-05T14:51:00.000+04:00

Passenger Complain No. 4 - Song of Death

Although I Love this song by Queen, I've got to warn you. YOU ARE AT RISK! I've known people who tried to belt out Bohemian Rhapsody and they ended up tragically. They died of perforated lungs, heart attack or angina. Some just started to collapse, shaking uncontrollably as their mouths froth. Others immediately went to into shock upon reaching the chorus. Those who survived were either comatose or had totaly lost their memory. There were also reports of mass suicides after the embarassment they've undergone. Unluckily, people who tried their best, was at the mercy of their audience who after a maddening song number, mobbed the helpless singer leaving him/her lifeless with no less than 50 stab wounds. Those who joke about it are forever cursed with hernia. So next time, be very very careful. Don't be lured by the flamboyant costumes, lack-"luster"-no wash-unpermed-not even-rebonded-hairdo and effortless singing by Freddie Mercury. You know better. Please pass this message to those that you love ever so dearly.

2006-06-02T18:16:00.000+04:00

Chapter 2.1 - If It Fits

Writer's Note:"In this chapter, I forgot to introduce that this section will exploit the superficial notion of being a crew. But to tell you, we're more than that and it will be discussed shortly following my other boring posts."

"You should fit the clothes, not otherwise."

This adage is true, especially if you're applying or working as a flight attendant. Well for one, you wouldn't want to embarass yourself with those "Granny-why-the-hell-are-you-STILL-here?" or "Lifesaver-on-the-loose" look whenever you pass by the cabin and then suddenly you find yourself stuck in between those armrest in the aisle. Every flight is a show. As the "cabin curtain" opens, be ready for a whole lot of acting, projecting and a few friendly poses, well for some low-cost airline, singing as well. I often feel insulted myself, when I go to a store and I don't find my usual size to fit me. Argggh! Time to diet and sweat off my excess load. And a-one and a-two.

People stereotyped flight attendants as supermodels inflight (ahem). That perhaps is the reason why we look after our physical appearance 24/7. This applies also to those aspiring to be one. The only difference is that we don't go as far as being anorexic as we still have other duties to fulfill rather than showing off our perfect physique. Asians are amongst the best crew in the business since our body build points towards the skinny type and to tell you, I just love seeing Singapore Airlines Crew strut their way.

But Wait! No reason for all us to panic... If you want to, the only key to it is to keep your

weight proportionate to your height and a dash of will power. No need for muscled arms and chistled abs. A little bit of dieting and some exercise will do the trick. If don't have control over your eating habits try to reset it for three weeks until your body gets the hang of it. Like me for example, I try to lessen my carbo intake and whenever I feel hungry, I load myself with fibers like oatmeal cooked with water and a spoonful of sugar. Exercise also plays a big part, nothing strenuous, just wanna get rid of those sogging skin. Make it fun! Increase metabolism by doing something that you actually enjoy (In my case, sexy dancing). Remember, your weight is always reduced by 2 lbs (0.907kgs). If you still feel you can't do it,don't feel bad. There are a hell lotta other careers to choose from.

2006-05-31T17:55:00.000+04:00

Chapter 2 - Grooming: The Good, The Bad and the Ugly

What is Cabin Crew Grooming?

Well that's what make us worth looking whenever we parade ourselves in the "catwalks" of airports, hotels and cabin aisles up there in the sky. That's the enchanting impact we give our passengers whenever we welcome them on board. The very essence that make us the Paris Hiltons and Brad Pitts at 45,000 feet. The reason why you shiver down your spine, your jaw drops and have goosebumps all over as we greet you with our warm, friendly smiles. The special aesthetic factor to which airline companies scrutinize from the strand of your hair to the tip of your toes.Tune in as this new chapter unfolds with tips and interesting features that will soon make you walk the walk and talk the talk like that of a self-absorbed, forever fresh and fabulous flight attendant!

2006-05-26T14:10:00.000+04:00

Crew Rest No. 8 - I'm a Barbie Girl

When you're bored to the bones, it's but human nature to find ways to entertain yourself. This boredom resulted to my friend's collection of Barbie dolls.

He would then put them into competing against each other for beauty queen titles - Miss Universe, Miss World and Miss International. Mind you it's not like Binibining Pilipinas (Miss Philippines) to which at the end you get to crown the three winners. In this case, we have to do the 3 pageants separately for his 60 dolls complete with their extravagant gowns (to which either he made it himself or bought for a whopping 15K) and swimsuits (take note!). Not to mention the special awards for Best in Hair (imagine them being permed, curled, dyed etc... the effort!), Best in Long Gown and Best in Swimsuit. If only those dolls could talk, they might have undergone the Answer and question portion too...

To be honest, it was my frustration to play Barbie dolls out in the open when I was a kid. I can still remember, my dad would ask me to spar with him - We'll do boxing till I'm dead tired. I wanna puke my guts out in disgust! If not, We'll jog along Philcite passing basketballs. What he doesn't know is that, after doing all those stuff, I would lock myself in my room together with my sister's doll and doll house, having tea party after a wearing myself with all the boy stuff my dad forced me to do. Those were the days...

2006-05-24T00:53:00.000+04:00

Crew Rest No. 7 - Meme na You Lustful Biatch

Simple Life means simple pleasures.

From K sweetie and my dear Empress...

Instructions: Name ten (10) of life’s simple pleasures that you like the most, then pick ten (10) people to do the same. Try to be original and creative and not to use things that someone else has already used.

Lazy Afternoons - don't you just love it not doing anything.
DVD Series Marathon - No need to wait for the next episode.
Pedicure Service - hate doing my nails.. argggh! so back breaking!
A trip to National Bookstore - just have this particular obsession for pad papers, pencil cases, coloring boooks, post its.
Flowers - love flowers, dunno when was the last time I received one *sobs*
Fooling around with my siblings - tootsie roll!
Bubble Baths - with someone hehehehe...
Sneakers, Chocnuts and Oishi Ridges - yum! yum!
Cartoons - stress release secret weapon.
Old School Music - makes me feel very reminiscent and nostalgic

For this meme, I wanna tag: Skyla, Chas, Vina, Samira and Airah.

Lookie Lookie Lusty Me

Greed:	Medium
Gluttony:	Medium
Wrath:	Low
Sloth:	Medium
Envy:	Low
Lust:	Very High
Pride:	High

It seems that amongst the Seven deadly sins, I got a very high rating on Lust. How can it be true? Should I wait for Brad Pritt in my bed before he finally kills me? That would be heaven before going deep down in hell. Bwahahahahaha!!!

You're tagged: K, Duke, Sam, Empress and LIW

The Seven Deadly Sins Quiz on 4degreez.com

Shit Happens

Life is ever so beautiful, but some people do fuck it up for their own pleasure. What goes around comes around and I hope, it would hurt just as much or even worse. Just one word for you and I do hope it will come knocking on your door very soon... Karma my dear, KARMA.

2006-05-12T21:48:00.000+04:00

Chapter 1. 6 Mommy Lovin'

Being away for quite a while, never thought I would miss my mom so much. I've been a mama's boy eversince to which some people think may have caused my preference. No, I don't think so! (ala Ru Paul). We're not always cool though. We sure have those days when we don't talk because of something we don't agree on.

My late night phone marathon and midnight-snacking habit. You just can't imagine how big I was then.
Bathing even if I'm dead tired from work which until now she constantly reminds me of.
Gimik days especially when she didn't want me to go yet I would deliberatey disobey her, my younger sister being my apprentice. Covering me but still I would see my mom waiting for me by the door.

It's Mother's Day once again. The time of the year when we get to express our deepest gratitude to the most influential and most important person in our lives.

Thank you ma for everything that you've done for me. I miss my no.1 fan and my bestfriend for life. You're always there and never fails to cheer me up whenever I'm low. I love you sooo much ma and I miss you dearly. Happy Mother's Day.

2006-05-07T14:36:00.000+04:00

Passenger Complain No. 3 - Morning After

Drink and Drive

You went out to party, had tons and tons of fun. Drank like there's no tomorrow. Suddenly, you felt the urge to puke, everything felt all so swirly, your speech slurred then the next thing you know is that you are forcing your guts out - face to face with a stinking toilet bowl.

The next day, you wake up, feeling fresh and all. No trace of hang-over whatsoever. Looking out your window, watching the beautiful ray of sunshine with the morning breeze greeting you with its warm tender kiss. You try to hide by your duvet, coyly smiling. Shortly, you felt something move, pulling the sheets. Your eyes now wide open, surprised as your spine chill. Slowly you turn around and ALAS! you see the most horrible face ever!!! To the top of your voice, you scream and start to bitch fit, kicking the poor fellow out.

What a wonderful world isn't it? The morning after is always fun, especially when you're wasted the night before. It's a jungle out there. For men, just like the prowling vultures, patience is a virtue. When the opportunity knocks, that's the time they start tearing you apart literally! So next time, better not wear your beer goggles or else...

Cleaning up

As you may have noticed, I've cleaned up my side bar. It has been an eye sore to me lately. Lookie lookie now it's spic and span. Few reminders though, I've updated my "About me" (Know your Sky Angel) and Roster links so be sure to check it out. Also, if you wanna go to my blog roll list and archives, make sure you disable your pop-up blocker okies? Watch out for the return of the comeback of my Inflight Entertainment, still working on a selection and for sure it will be for to the delight of all.

2006-04-29T04:57:00.000+04:00

The people have spoken...

"I Totally Lost it!
- Krisya Bolinas, Bicol

"Nagulat ako, Di ako Makapaniwala"
("I'm shocked, can't believe it)
- Harrold, Filinvest, QC

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaah...."
- Paul Venturanza, Doha

"Kaloka!!!"
(Shocking)
-Kayvee Kayvee, Doha

"Bravo! Bravo! Wala Akong Masabi!"
(I'm Speechless)
-Jesa On, Doha

"Repeat! Repeat!!!"
- Carlo Nepomuceno, Paranaque

"You never cease to amaze me, You're totally crazy!"
-CPN Jr, Paranaque

"Can you send me a copy? I can't stop laughing!!!"
-Skyla, West London

Wanna know what the craze is all about? check out my latest blog entry (or click the image above) and see for yourself. The unfolding of my much awaited career. The Spotlight finally shines upon me. Welcome the new Mega star for all seasons!

Crew Rest No. 6

Baduy (adj). filipino slang - old-fashioned, obsolete, lacking in great sense of fashion or being "in" in terms of pop culture

Evil Step Mom

I've got something inside that I just can't hide anymore. Well as you know, my honey and I got back together from my last leave and along with that came his love child from his former beau who was after / before me. I just LOATHE it. It's their dog Hopia (named after the kid who portrayed Kris's character from her soap "Hiram" - "Borrowed"). I was never made to be a "madrasta" (Step Mom) and I can never be Julia Robert's character too though I'm trying. Would you even believe that Bitch (refering to the dog's mom though the term fits him literally too) asked me thru text to take good care of Hopia now that we're back together cause it's likely that he won't see him/it ever again. BWAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA...

What he doesn't know is that I was thinking of putting it for adoption but I just can't coz my honey's family adores this monster. I was feeling hopeless already luckily I thought of back-up plan. I'll bribe a "tambay" (bum / haggard) to kidnap Hopia and sell it to the alcoholics to cook it and later be their posh "pulutan" (translation please K). To be more cruel, I'll kill it myself!!! I never liked dogs anyway especially this one. So just pray for my soul for I won't be kind. REALLY! Call me names, tell me I shouldn't be insecure. Tell you, I AM NOT. I just don't like it. Makes me sick to the bones!

Pussy Meow

After Reading K's post on Ginger (his Cat). I just remembered why I'm a fish person. They don't bite nor scratch your furnitures nor just shit and pee anywhere. Just let them be and they'll live provided you clean their tank once in a while.

Also, I've got a little hang over of his meme. I've got to make one. Now, since I've been out of Manila for a long time, I realized that the saying is true - You get to be "baduy" (again K translation pls) and not realize it. Now, my current Baduy addiction. Here's the list but before that watch this: (Highly Recommended)

Watching Pinoy soaps thanks to TFC and You Tube. Bituing Walang Ningning is coming up very soon. Just so excited.)
Loving Aegis to the core.
Collecting chismis mags from Manila.
Dancing to the tune of "Ang Ganda Ko" ( Pretty Me) by Sandara Park
True Fan of Claudine and Sharon

I know by this time you hate me already. Hahahahaha... I don't even believe it myself. Well now, don't be shy come on and open up.

2006-04-27T23:28:00.000+04:00

Passenger Complain No. 2- Not Going Anywhere

This is why I always wonder

I'm a pond full of regrets

I always try to not remember rather than forget

This is why I always whisper

When vagabonds are passing by

I tend to keep myself away from their goodbyes

Tide will rise and fall along the bay

and I'm not going anywhere

I'm not going anywhere

People come and go and walk away

but I'm not going anywhere

I'm not going anywhere

This is why I always whisper

I'm a river with a spell

I like to hear but not to listen,

I like to say but not to tell

This is why I always wonder

There's nothing new under the sun

I won't go anywhere so give my love to everyone

Tide will rise and fall along the bay

and I'm not going anywhere

I'm not going anywhere

People come and go and walk away

but I'm not going anywhere

I'm not going anywhere

Not Going Anywhere - Keren Ann

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My eyes may have seen the beauty of world but it's blinded by tears for I deeply long for the people whom I'd rather be with than be in a place alone, cold and lonely...

Yet, I'm still here. Trying to smile though my heart aches. Looking up the sky holding back my tears. Checking my watch and patiently waiting... I know I will be... for as long as I still can cause I'm not going anywhere... I'm can't go anywhere...

2006-04-22T13:31:00.000+04:00

Flight No. 003 - Munich

Ex Doha

Flight was full and delayed. No thanks to upgrades from business class and some other stuff. Luckily, I have a fantastic staff to back me up with my galley (aircraft's kitchen) and the cabin. Was flying with this Iranian girl Sarah and my wonderful Filipina CSD (purser) Johanna. Also, I had a understanding Captain from Algiers and a very warm Pakistani First Officer. European sector passengers aren't that difficult to handle which made the flight easy since I am to do a Full Lunch Dinner Service - Hors d'oeuvres with Caviar, Salad, Main Meal, Cheese and Fruits, Desserts, Hot Beverages and Refreshments just before landing!. Whew! thought it was not going to end. What can I do? My company does look after our passengers needs and we do feed them well. That's 5 star service for you. The flight was 6 hours 10 minutes, just didn't notice it as it did fly by...

Immaculate white

After the job's been done, I went to the hotel and slept. The next day, I was rewarded by the good Lord a beautiful white morning for my hardwork. It was my first snow... my jaw just dropped when I opened my window blinds. Time to experience it now so I went to the city and had a fantastic time.

Oink Oink

Well, your not in Germany til you hava a taste of their pork. It's just so lovely. I mean, it has no smell, so clean and the flavor is just there. I didn't even believe they have a version of our famous "chicharon". To top it up, Johanna bought me "Crispy Pata" along with "Sarsa ni Mang Tomas" and a plateful of rice. yum! yum! Truly this trip is one of my best. Hope next time I get to go here on October. I heard Oktoberfest is just soooo wild I already have things playing on my mind on what to expect plus beer would be over flowing. Pork and beer? whatta combination!

2006-04-18T17:55:00.000+04:00

Chapter 1.5 In Sickness and Love

I was sick these past few days. That explains my not being able to update my blog and also my being bed-ridden. I came to realize just now in my two years of stay here in Doha, that it's never easy to be sick and tend to yourself at the same. I felt really low in spirit. I was feverish, drowsy and all and yet still I have to stand up go get myself meds, cook noodles and force myself to eat. I even sent myself to the hospital the next day looking unhealthy even in my best semi business attire. I carried myself out of my flat for this is the only way I know I'll get better. I even regret it that I called in sick for a flight yesterday. This wouldn't have happened if my family was here. I miss my days when my mom would attend to me when I'm sick (I'm actually teary-eyed now). She would ask me what I wanna eat and my usual answer would be "Jollibee Spaghetti". My siblings would then put some warm water and a touch of alcohol in the basin and prepare me for a sponge bath. Afterwhich, they will delicately tuck me in my bed and put a cold towel on my forehead. Leaving me all warm, comfy and cared for. *sniff*

Now, I'm all better again somehow and preparing later for my flight to Zurich. Things really have changed and at this point I came to know what to do and I what should prepare for when I get senile and weaker (Insurance anyone?).

On a less depressing note, since I was a hermit for days, hoarding all the rubbish in my room from dirty plates, medicine foils, soiled clothings, snotted tissues etc., I came to again enjoy watching all my fave love stories. A movie marathon cut by napping in between. I was also guilty of not bathing and brushing my teeth for days.. ewwww... I was just so incredibly dirty. I would just get up to pee, check my mails, my online roster and then back to bed. Anyways, I wanted to share you this 2 foreign Love Movies (you better be ready to strain your eyes from reading subtitles) truly compelling and better than the Notebook although I'm a fan of Nicholas Sparks (His works are better off read believe me). Now you'll probably know a bit of me further. When I'm cut, I deepen the wound further to numb me. Such a masochist hahahahaha. When I cry I cry it out til it dries up then I will be fine.

il Mare (The Sea) - A Korean love story of 2 people from different time connected by the same sea front house where they both lived. One looking after the other. From the death of the boy's father to saving the girl from an impending heartbreak that will actually change the course of her life.

Turn Left Turn Right - A tale of lost lovers played in by fate. This is Serendipity chinese style and better (because of Takeshi Kaneshiro hehehehe) except for the ending which i won't spoil. One thing I love about this movie is the poem interpreted by the girl which is the very core of the whole story - Love at First Sight by Wislawa Szymborska

They both thought that a sudden feeling had united them

This certainty is beautiful,

Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,

nothing had ever happened between them,

These streets,

these stairs,

this corridors,

Where they could have met so long ago?

I would like to ask them,if they can remember

-perhaps in a revolving doorface to face one day?

A "sorry" in the crowd?

"Wrong number" on the 'phone?

- but I know the answer.No, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be

For such a long time already

Fate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready to change into destiny,

which brings them nearer and yet further,

cutting their path

and stifling a laugh,

escaping ever further; (an excerpt)

2006-04-12T09:17:00.000+04:00

Crew Rest No. 5

Face off

The Evil Maid posing in her beautifully sequined Thai costume challenges The so-called Leopard/Leotard Girl her hair humbly wrapped neatly [?] in a towel. Before Diane finally leaves the country, she challenges mwah for a duel. But it's not a secret who will reign supreme. *wink*

Ahhh... I'll miss doing this. I'll miss making fun of her... Laughing together and enjoying each other's corny jokes. I'll miss Diane... I'll miss my partner in crime... I'll miss my best friend. It's time to let you go now. Fly Away girl.. Fly Away... *wipes tears* *blows nose loudly*

L.O.V.E

Can you keep a secret?

Promise not to tell?

Promise?

Message me and you'll know what.

But you have to promise to keep it between us.

2006-04-10T07:26:00.000+04:00

Crew Rest No. 4

The Heat is on... me

How'd you like the new hair-do? This is what life is all about. a good haircut, pushed cuticles, relaxed muscles, spa, etc etc. I can live just doing this everyday.

Manila Hang-over

Just been in Manila for 3 days afterwhich I went to the land of Cherry blossoms with no charger for my laptop, no camera, no nothing. My head was just drifting away. Been crying myself out, wishing to be back home and stay there longer. I didn't get to spend much time with my family and my one and only honey pie (ewww). Now I remember why I hated going home:

I feel more depressed than ever.
I hated counting the remaining days left, it's like I'm on cue for death penalty.
I gain a minimum of 10 lbs (abt 5 kgs) from eating too much pork *oink* *oink* and my skin breaks out
The fact that I overspend period.
I get stripped of my earthly possessions from the time I open my suitcase. *kidding*
Jetlag since Doha is 5 hours early.
Ever irritating immigration officers who looks at you as if money is written all over your face.
SM foreign exchange cashiers who often makes me feel all my hard earned bucks are phoney or worse stolen since I don't go to their mall all made up that I should just scram or else be fed to their rival's rumoured SNAKE son by the fitting room.
Makati traffic for ever confusing the hell outta me. I don't know where to turn, if it's one way Argggg...

But because of all these that's why I keep coming back. Not to mention the solace I feel whenever I'm home. I don't feel all alone and different. I'm just the plain old me.

Birthday Post Script

Only one photo was taken thanks to Diane. Afterwhich we shared on the chocolate cake she bought for me while gossiping about our friend (one of our closest actually) who just got terminated on my birthday (no need to expound ya?). Also, Imee left just that afternoon permanently as well for Manila following her long overdue resignation. Finally, Imee, your a mother and a wife again to dear dear Barley. Wish you both the best. love yah!

I was just so tired that I didn't even make it to my flat before my bday ends. No thanks to our pax who happened to have an anxiety/heart attack[?] during the last leg back to Doha. We had to wait for an hour as peeps we're trying to figure out how to carefully remove him from the aircraft to the hospital (ambulance) as he lies unconsciously by the cabin. Just my luck. I never thought how efficient QR medical team was until I saw them in action. Keep it up! But sincerely, I do hope he's ok. He's forgiven after all that he's done. For threatening us and almost smashing our faces just before take off ( I think he's mentally unstable too). Whatta day!

Revenge of the Maid from Hell

After trashing her dream wedding, the Evil maid strikes again and this time she's ever so unmerciful... Watch the video and you'll now for yourself. Drop me a msg and I'll email u the link. The video contains photos not suitable for all audiences. Guidance is very much advised. You might need an oxygen bottle handy just in case of a heart attack. Remember... you've been warned. I swear this is not the end of it.

2006-03-27T15:57:00.000+04:00

Flight No. 0830 - Maldives, Male

Pull Out

Was called by the Rostering to do a long Maldives flight. I was just jumping out of my seat. All of a sudden at 1230 am, I was packing my swimming stuff. Have to look fabulous and get the tan I'm so longing for. The self-tanning lotion I was using didn't do me much justice since it only colors my body. Imagine me tan and brown all over with my face still friggin fair. It just doesn't go together. It's like my head belongs someplace else. hahahahaha...

The Briefing was nice and the crew were very promising and indeed they were. I'm so looking forward to this trip. Imagine me like little kid constantly and annoyingly nagging his parents. That's how excited I was.

The Cast

Fabuloush Princess - Me of course (Ms. Philippines), Fabuloush Queen alil bit down by one notch - Vhon (Ms. Philippines No.2), Queen Bee - Nat (Thai CSD), Angelina Jolie aka Confidence - Shafnaz (Maldivian), Lover Boy - Syed (Singaporean) Crazy Korean Girl aka Korean no English name...yet - Eun Ha, Pretty Kamelia from Bulgaria and Banana Boat Girl - Lydia (from India) Captain Reeta from Ethiopia and F/O Azis from Qatar.

La Isla Bonita

We went for a boat ride for approximately 20 minutes to the island from the hotel. Upon reaching the resort, I drenched my skin with Sun-tanning lotion to which in my dismay was not that effective. Anyways, the sun was very inviting that we immediately went for a game of volleyball. My arms were all bruised but I still got the moves. Went for a quick lunch after with 50 USD worth of sandwiches. 1 Dollar for a half slice, so think about us sharing 25 half slices of tuna and cheese and tomato. That was too much!!! Well anyway, we didn't pay for it since the F/O volunteered on paying the bill. Good thing I got myself a Singapore Sling to go with that! *wink*

Riding the banana boat was fun since it was my first time. We toppled over thrice and I LOVED it! Floating just in the middle of nowhere with all of you banging at each other with matching salt water going through your nostrils. Not to mention Lydia screaming to death out of fright. She was quoted saying: "Stop!!! I Wanna go back NOW.. half of my heart has left me and now half of my lungs is gone. wanna show it to you?" WTF? I thought of trying the kite ride but I got scared when the operator told me it's kinda of dangerous... I'm not really THAT adventurous so I passed. Smacking my face in the water for 100miles/hr from the banana boat is thrilling enough for one day. Here are the pictures. Some of which are too sexy that it may sore your eyes so beware.

Manila, Manila, I Keep Coming Back to Manila

As I'm writing this post, I'm kind of in a panic state since I haven't prepared for my flight tonight to Manila. Vacation after another? Lucky me? Nope, I'm just pretty. The scent of grilled pork chops is calling me... ohhhhh... pork.... ohhhhh pork... Jollibee is waiting for me... ohhhhh... not to mention isaw and beer *drooling* I miss Manila to think I was just there 2 months ago. There aint no place like home. Kaching! Kaching! for me, gonna have to watch my diet and my pocket. Honey I'm gonna be home soon!

2006-03-22T15:11:00.000+03:00

Passenger Complain No. 1 - Spanking

Smacked by bitches

I've not been updating for a long time and got the surprise of my life when Chas told me that my blog was smacked in italk2much. I don't even how it happened but it just did (swear!). Well anyway, after reading what they thought of my blog (her thoughts actually) I felt kinda relieved and happy. I've been a fan of their site since the Empress introduced me to Bryanboy (long Google story) and good heavens at least they didn't wanna kick me out with those army boots nor did they "depleted the sea" with rotting, stinking fishes. I did get a zero *chuckles*. Good start for a novice. Still needs some fine tuning I suppose (nah...). I love my blog as it is. They should've seen my Friendster blog, it's far worse template-wise.

Zero and Loving it!

Let's go through her bitching - The whole crap thing, I'm guilty I know. Like the clock on the side to which is very much useful to me since I do get my time from my blog really. Also, for my visitors to know what time is it now where am at. My family usually are the ones who benefit from my blog since I did this for them. To be in sync with me though I'm miles away. Not unless you wanna add / subtract the UTC time difference just for you to know your local time.. now that's crappy and would actually mess your head up trust me *wink*

I can't stop laughing about the All-yours.net thingie with my "twenteen" blinky, I think she's so distracted by the clock that she forgot to play the Flash player. It was an e-bday card that's just so timely which suggests what kind of birthday I'll be having. Just so people know and my apologies, I still refer to my age as "Tweenteen-four". Still as dynamic, energetic, FRESH and HORNY as any other peeps way past puberty.

The Merciless Minx actually thought I'm a she... OMG that's just so flattering... I mean OMG! OMG! OMG! Well for all you readers out there. I'm not not a "she" but I do pretend at times, most of the time actually. Not a screaming fag but a princess wannabe. An asian twink hoping that Charred should've been the one who took notice of my blog. No matter how gruesome his review will be, no matter how much boots he would wanna kick my nuts till it go all swollen with pus and a sight of an impending edema or no matter how much fish he's willing to slap me left and right, I would STILL wanna submit myself to him fully for sexual favors with a little spanking on the side please. He's just so cute. *blushes*

Points to Consider

It's always nice to hear bad things about you. I really appreciate that. Damn no one's perfect. And the best person to ask that is not your family, your friend, your best friend or your very best friend. They'll just sugar-coat it and still leave you clueless. Ask a stranger or your worst enemy and you'll definitely have it and more. There's always room for improvement right?

YES, I will put more post in a page. Like a month of, so scanning won't still be as eye straining.
YES, I will try to be religious with my New Year Resolutions so I will not bother making up Birthday Resolutions when I don't get to do them (damn! no way out now, no more leeway for at least 2 more months bwahahaha!)
YES, I will embarass myself once again if I need some more.

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I give my review and merciless minx 5 FINGER BANG for free publicity.

2006-03-14T17:43:00.000+03:00

Crew Rest No.3

Happy Birthday Sir, Fly Double Dubai

It sucks to work on your birthday. What to do? Well anyway, I've worked during special holidays too but this is different. I just have this idea of doing nothing on your one special day in a year. Tsk Tsk Tsk... *scratches head* I'll be flying the whole time and be back for sure past 12 midnight. Hahaha... and still won't be able to waste myself up since I've got a standby duty the following day. Hahahahaha... Hahahahaha I'll just laugh it up. Bwahahahahaha...

A Year Older, A Year Wiser?

I don't usually act my age. People see me to be very prim and proper but actually what they don't know is that behind close doors, I make a fool of myself. Dancing like an idiot, trying to act out my favorite scene or singing Mariah tunes to the top my lungs. Shocked? me too... I don't know why I do that.

Never that wise but i value the lessons I learned from my past mistakes. I do know not to commit them again (sometimes) hehehehe. But here I am surviving still with my few sheckles of wisdom learned after sucking for 23 years and now I'm slowly realizing that I'll be a year older again...

A year older? gosh! It was just like yesterday when I was seventeen, still fresh and uncorrupted. Hahaha *wink* *wink*

Birthday Resolutions

This year, I swear not to end up stitching holes, crocheting patterns and knitting jackets for my grandchildren (from my siblings ahem...) *clears throat*. I promise to save more and shop less. I would also try to be nicer to people and be more patient (uh oh!). I'll make an effort to really quit smoking (applause applause) one day at a time... one day at a time... *takes a deep breath*

24 Going on 30

I'm not even 30 yet but it feels like I am. So pressured to accomplish a lot of things yet time wouldn't back me up. I'm getting old very fast and I've not done much. My fresh years is just passing me by quickly, i might not notice it, tomorrow I'll be all pruny and stuff and still breaking my back to earn money. Nightmare!!! Totally!!! erase, erase, ERASE!!! So little time so much to do. Still the same old birthday wish, A better life for me to live, and a whole lot of money to spend when I'm about to die.

2006-03-07T18:22:00.000+03:00

Chapter 1.4 Love Apologetic

When is the best time to say sorry?
Does it matter whose fault was it?
Do you have to stoop down that level and swallow your pride?

Sometimes we do things that are beyond our control. Emotions over take us and yet some people are so naive of the situation. You try hard to keep it to yourself. Your meek heart seeks the beauty within. But at times, in as much as you wanna hold on, these very nature of yours push you to your limits and then suddenly you find yourself in the brink of losing it. Are you to blame for that? Culpable for everything that will happen?

What is the best way to say sorry?

Does it really matter who goes first?

You can be guilty of feeling resentment. Pleading for a chance to speak your mind and express your thoughts like everybody else does. But why do you suffer? Empathy is a curse for those who are bothered yet still considers the welfare of the other. We try hard not to inflict pain but because of which you even worsen the situation. You're hurting and you just wanna let it out. But because of which you'll just find yourself in an even bigger mess, who people think you caused. You kept your silenced. You've been in between. You understand everything. You tried to be patient. You did you're part. But still all chiding eyes are on you. Who now is the victim?

Does apologizing relieves you from guilt?

Do you forgive and never forget?

Is it imperative for you reciprocate the thought even if you're still hurting?

In my most pensive mood I try to reflect on what may have gone wrong. Always I believe that such are blessings. This is the turning point of a matured relationship. It may differ to whom is concerned and how deep the wound is. The importance of recognizing your fault is the key to total forgiveness. Whatever it was, Whoever that is. Acknowledge that both are concerned... Both are victims.

2006-03-01T10:03:00.000+03:00

Crew Rest No. 2

Flying Time

Time flies so fast, who would ever imagine that this will be my 3rd birthday here in Doha? I just can't believe it. For the past few days I've had the "I-wanna-resign-too" syndrome since all of my closest buddies are leaving (left) the company (ie. Bob, Imee on the 13th, Diane, and Sam probably this May) but I don't know yet. I'm very fickle minded and easily drawn to whatever's the "in" thing. I'm trying not to entertain the thought since I still have my "projects" and stuff. Hopefully when I'm 25 (next year) so I'll still be "marketable". Tough competition nowadays - has to be young and beautiful also well-equipped for the battle. move over LOSERS! make way for your princess! *evil laughter* bwahahahahaha...

Exorcism of Emily Rose

I hate Diane! I hate Diane! I HATE DIANE!!! for forcing me to watch that movie. I'm easily frightened that's why I never liked watching scary flicks. She talked me into watching it. Now I can't sleep (it's 0830am here OMG!), For sure I'll have nightmares again. Also, I just realized that I'll have to suffer sleeping with the lights-on on my Munich and Casablanca layover! I HATE HER!

How thoughtful, How Goldilocks

Yesterday, Kay, Hennessy and I went to City Center (mall) to buy stuff for my dear dear Sir Paul (Kay's hubby). Kay very much trusts my taste and so we went shopping for a pair of pants in Springfield, a black cardigan from Giordano, blue driving shoes from Adidas and a portable LG DVD player which all in all cost a whopping QR 2000 (1 Qatari Riyal is to 15 Php - do the math). Also, being the bad influence that I am to Kay, she also ended up buying this cool pair of Armani Sunglasses. She just looks fab in those (I hate her for seeing it 1st coz it looked good on me too)! What buying power we have here. Hahaha... Well anyway, those are her gifts to him for Valentine's and their upcoming anniversary on the 10th (which is also Bob's Bday fyi). It's just sooooo sweet and I'm glad that I am a part of her surprise thingy.

Birthday Wishlist

Dreaming ain't that bad, so here's my wishlist for my Birthday! *sings and grinds*: "yo yuri (shorty)! it's my (your) bday.. it's my (your) birthday... We're goona party like it's my (your) birthday!"

Don't kill me... love me hahaha. But a birthday card will suffice. Mail it to me - good old fashioned birthday card please. Qatar Airways, Cabin Crew Department, Pigeon Hole 280, PO BOX 22552, Doha Qatar. Well actually, haven't got any letter in my phole for 2 yrs now. It's usually love letters from the office and memos. So please have pity on the poor birthday boy. *wipes tears*.

Will be busy again. Hope to be back real soon! Thank you all in advance! mwah! mwah!

2006-02-28T03:50:00.000+03:00

Chapter 1.3 Love and Prejudice

"I am heartily sorry for whatever's said here. To those people who might be offended or what, it is not my intention. Also, the person referred here is but an individual, don't misunderstand my ranting. As a minute part of this overly populated world, I hope with this, I am able to impart awareness. This prayer I offer and again I'm sorry."

"Lord, Give us the Serenity to accept the things we cannot change; Courage to change the things that we can; and Wisdom to know the difference.."

On one of my after flight bus discussions with the crew (from Cairo), I did get offended by the remark given by our dear dear bird brain Captain. He commented on Chinese and Filipinos being opportunistic hookers ( I dunno if he's is actually aware that they're 4 Filipinos who flew with him that day). That whenever he sees them with expats, they're just interested with their money and passports. Excuse mois? Not all of us. Maybe you've been a victim that's why your sooooo fucking bitter. Well I can't blame our race for being so damn beautiful, fucking made to be whores with tight vaginas, asses and all (to quote Bryanboy). But who gave you that right to judge us? Didn't it ever occur to you that your fucking race is hated by the world too because of terrorism? That wherever you go, people think of you as Bin Laden or Sadam's disciples ever ready to bring havoc. Maybe you deserve to be harassed, persecuted, and chopped into pieces but NO. Intelligent and cultured that we are, we do know that these stereotypes shouldn't be recognized at all.

We do briefings before flights as to refresh our memories with safety and service procedures. And from the day I started working for this company, we are constantly reminded of racial differences. Whatever happened to sensitivity and cultural awareness? Discrimination is a crime when you're working in a multi-national company yet such injustice still do exists no thanks to people like him who should be weeded out and be fed to camels. Bad joke Captain... Bad joke.

This is not what the world needs now. We MUST unite and be one. NO race, NO color, NO gender or whatever. It pains me to actually witness such. Coming from a captain who should be leading us; who was educated yet still has no value. Embarass yourself more. What you reap, you sow.

One precious thing i learned since I came here to Doha and be given a chance to see the world was to realize how diverse the human race is. With such experience, I gained a deeper understanding of our differences. Thankfully I was able to acknowledge that such should be embraced.

Post Script: *Breathes deeply* hmmmmmm HAH!!!

Updates: My new playlist on my IFE are some of the Dance songs I've grown to love. Nostalgic dance genre from my gimikera days. I've saved the love chuva songs still. My new roster is out for those of you interested where am gonna be. I might be in Manila soon, still working it out. Love you all! mwah! mwah! *Waves like a royalty*

Three things to rave about:

I'm done flying for this month
Next roster is far better than this month's
Salary is coming up very soon yey! (hopefully by today)

Three things to rant about:

My off day request was not granted
Will not be able to attend cousin's wedding because of that
A pairing flight on my birthday. (sheesh..)

2006-02-23T21:26:00.000+03:00

Crew Rest No.1

Rainy days are here again

Unbelievable yet it's happening. Last night, I was soooooooooooooooo tired from work. I slept right after dinner without even doing my "rituals". About 1 am, I was awaken by the sound of continuous thunder. My gosh, It was raining cats and dogs... and I can't believe it. Now that's the reason why it was too turbulent in and out of Doha. It DOES rain here actually like once or twice a year especially during season shifts. And what's funny is that people are not that prepared. I don't even see stores selling umbrellas or raincoats here. Was not surprise at all this morning when all the roads are again flooded, it was muddy everywhere and everybody was drenched. Good thing my trusty Hamid (my fave car lift driver) is available whenever I need him. Hahahaha...

Whatever happened to Sailormoon?

And so I was not able to sleep til about 5 am. I was panicking already since I have to wake up by 8 for my flight today. Anyhow, I decided to go online. Went to YouTube and saw this video. I almost puked. Oh well, it's true when it rains it pours.

There was no justice done. They all look like freaks with their colored wigs on. I was a Sailormoon fan way way back (don't crucify me please, just one of my guilty pleasures every Saturday night) and it pains me to see what they've done to her. Are the japanese losing their touch in making animes and sentais? I hope not.

Still 2 days to go!!! I'm soooo looking forward til my next day off. Anyway, please do check my profile and hope you like what I did.

2006-02-19T17:32:00.001+03:00

Chapter 1.2 Love Platonic

Diane is my "best-est" friend here in Doha - more of a sister to me actually. We met one fine afternoon way back in Bin Mahmoud (where we first stayed since the boy's accommodation at that time was not available) when she was to meet Hennessey and mistakenly went to my flat instead. She heard me singing "Waterfalls" (TLC) and was further amused when I opened the door. Why?

She realized I'm way better looking than Hennessey.
I was in my usual "pambahay clothing" (pek pek shorts and shot gun tee)
I was presently ironing my uniform for my training while trying to belt out another song with matching choreography.

Since then we've been tight buddies. Even our moms did became good friends. We often sleep and cook together. There was even a time when the Housing Department came to have a surprise inspection of the flat. She hid by the cabinet but still her bra and pants was on my vanity table. I wonder what they thought. Hahahaha.. yuck! When I moved out of my company sponsored flat last year, she willingly volunteered on sharing the rent with me. We're roomies now with a double deck bed... very dormitory. She's my ever partner in crime in terms of gossips and mischief. One thing about us is that we do know how to keep each other's secrets... we'll take it to our graves. Also, never a day goes by that we're not laughing except probably when we're asleep the entire day.

Just recently she told me that by May she'll be resigning. I felt really bad at the same time happy for my dear dear friend. She's suffered enough during her 2 years stay in this " dead place"... being away from her family and her beloved JP. She'll brave uncertainty with no regrets but relief.

Anyway, these past few days, she's been her crazy, delusional self again. Diane told me about her dream wedding to be held in 3 years time (take note!). Imagine her asking quote prices from Kay for flowers, churches, gowns, tuxes and reception. Also, as a gift, she even dared to ask us to bake a cake as tall as her! Krung! Krung! This is what Doha has done to the poor girl. Hahahaha... psychotic as she is sometimes especially when she calls me Chocolate and shakes her booty by the tune of "Tsokolate" I still love her (She looks like Pokwang don't you think?). Here's how she murdered our pictures summarized in a video by mwah.

I'll definitely miss this girl. *Sobs*. Well anyway, I regret to inform you that I might be gone for a week. There's an upcoming storm... 6 days of flying non-stop starting tomorrow. Will update as soon as I can. Wish me luck!

2006-02-17T20:32:00.000+03:00

Chapter 1.1 Love and Cocktails

Well for those ummm... people like me who go for their dreams and tearfully leave their loveones behind. Here are some recipes on how to manage your heartache and still serve the best bloody mary:

Virgin Mary

---> On a tumbler glass, Put chilled tomato juice, a dash of Worcestershire Sauce, a few drops of Tabasco, garnish it with lemon and swizzle stick.

---> Well you better be praying sweetie coz it takes more than your guts to survive. You need a miracle! Hope and pray that neither you or him will find yourself in the arms of another lover. I still envy those people who can work it out. With how the world now is, there are a lot of temptations. Better not be tempted for if you love someone, it will definitely hurt you to hurt that person.

Bloody Mary

---> On a tumbler glass, Put a shot of vodka top it up with chilled tomato juice, a dash of Worcestershire Sauce, a few drops of Tabasco, garnish it with lemon and swizzle stick.

---> If things don't go well dear, don't blame yourself, blame the vodka. Asked for a bottle and waste yourself up! That's what I did. Bloody hell!!! (British accent please!) Don't even think of mixing it with whatever, drink it up straight and after a while you'll be pouring your heart to your sympathetic friends who would be there to clean up after you puke your guts out too! No guilty feeling. An additional bonus of your crush changing you to your sleepwear. *wink*

Screwdriver

---> On a tumbler glass, Put a shot of vodka and then fill it with orange juice. Garnish with it with an orange slice and swizzle stick.

---> Don't screw up your chance to happiness when a person tries to strip it off you. Life goes on dear. To hell with him. Just don't come bitching around. It will not do you good. Even if inside your haplessly crying, smile, think how expensive botox is. I remember one time I was doing this flight to Moscow, I had no sleep after a night of sulking and crying but still I tried to look fabulous in uniform. The show must go on. I kept myself busy by keeping my cabin satisfied with one short break in the toilet as I just can't control my eyes from crying after seeing a Russian couple kissing. When I went out, I was fabulous again and even got a complimentary letter from a passenger! Don't let it affect you that much as the other person won't even give a damn. Pull yourself together and everything will be alright.

Tom or Ian Collins

---> For Tom Collins Gin is the Alcohol base, While for Ian Collins, Vodka. Put ice, a shot of whichever in a tumbler a glass, mix it up with a measure of lemon juice and top it up with soda water. Garnish with lemon slice and swizzle stick

---> Take this opportunity to explore other options. Tom or Ian or perhaps both. Have fun and don't be afraid to again take that leap. Not all are given such opportunity to explore the world. You'll never know, on your next flight to London, you're prince charming might just be waiting for you to bring him his glass of chardonnay.

Gin Tonic

---> On a tumbler glass, put ice, a shot of Gin and then fill it up with tonic water. Garnish it with lemon slice and swizzle stick.

---> Strengthen up. Don't look back with regret. Time for youself now. Facial, Manicure, Pedicure and the likes. Treat yourself and be beautiful. Don't waste yourself but increase your market value. It's not your lost anyway, it's his. Your not just beautiful now but filthy rich! Not to mention cultured, and well travelled. Whatta package!

Champagne Cocktail

---> On a champagne flute, put one sugar cube, a dash of Anggostura bitter, a dessert spoon of cognac then top it up with champagne.

---> Being single is not so bad. You still get to enjoy things couples do with no strings attached. You get to sleep around with no feeling of guilt whatsoever. You're lusty, fiery and young! A lil bit of this and that can still turn things around. Celebrate girl! Celebrate! At least you know you didn't end up kissing your worst nightmare forevah! At the end of which you'll still get to have the last laugh if not go and kick his balls.

Hope that helped... more Cocktails for life coming up soon. Drink moderately ok. As for me, I'll wait til my next lay over. tatah!

2006-02-14T00:27:00.000+03:00

Chapter 1 - Love is in the Air

Here I am after one tiring flight, online and updating my blog. I am stricken by the fact that again on Valentine's day I'm alone. Technically no but since I'm living away from him yes. Never have I really felt Valentine's the way other peeps do. Just an ordinary day. No flowers nor chocolates. Looking back last year, I asked for a 3 days off. I remember coming back from Kuala Lumpur seeing my friend Toni. We agreed on a double-date. I'll fix her up with someone as she'll do the same to me. Ang ending? I stayed home watching all the pirated DVD's I bought. She tried calling me but I already decided to just sleep the occasion off.

Finally now, I got back with my ex-beau last December after almost 2 years of being separated. Funny how things happened. Last October I got the shock of my life when he emailed me... asking how thing's were etc. Cha gave me his mobile and asked if ever I get to fly to Manila, holler him so we can talk. I didn't write back because 2 months back, he txted me the same, replied to him and even called but no... he again ignored me. In my head I was telling myself not to fall for it again. I lived my life in harmony with my new boyfriend Mikey. He was sooo sweet that even if we're not living right next to each other, he sees to it that I'm ok everyday. I even had my bodyclock tuned in Manila. Sleeping at 6pm here waking up at 3am just to chat and see how beautiful and feel how loving this guy is. Mikey's just too good to be true.

When I finally came to Manila last December 26, 2005, I was sooo relieved by the fact that I don't think of Cha anymore and that everything and every places that remind me of him didn't bother me at all. Mikey filled in the emptiness I had.

December 28, 2005

Upon waking up, I got a New Year sms from Cha. We talked on the phone and asked him to meet up. I was thinking perhaps now I'll be able to get the closure I've been longing since we broke up. I went to our secret place... went up the room, knocked, and as soon as he opened the door I just could not contain my emotion. I started crying. Everything came back as in. All the pains were washed away with my tears. Instead of satisfying myself with by hurting him and abusing him verbally, I was was just there awed and still crying as his arms was wrapped tightly to my body. We were trapped by the love that still lives in our hearts. Sadly, both of us are still tied up to our present relationships at that time. We have to face the consequences of our actions and we know along the way someone will be hurt badly. True enough, It was a hell of explanation, bitching... the whole nine yards. whew!

The remaining 10 days of my leave was the happiest and no time was wasted. To date, we're still hanging on and still working up possible solutions to our long distance love affair. I truly hope that in God's time, hopefully sooner, we'll live happily ever after together.

2006-02-12T00:42:00.000+03:00

Flight No. 0201 - Restart

Announcing the Arrival of "Flight Manual for Dummies". Whew... moving aint that easy. Been on hiatus since my leave last December. Lots of stories to tell. The year's been quite a roller coaster ride to think that's it's only February. Will update you as soon as I can and that's one promise I am keeping coz might just explode one day if I don't try to get it out of my chest. Blogging helped me alot, especially in releasing whatever it is that I'm feeling. It's very therapeutic as this relaxes my nerves. Pardon my rushing. On to the topic:

Restarting is actually refreshing. As we again embark on another phase of life, there's always a bright new ray of sunshine that fills our hearts with hope to face the challenges that awaits us. We may have been disheartened from what happened yesterday... from failures, mistakes and misfortunes but then again, we should not put ourselves in that situation where regret and hatred kills the very essence of living. Yes we hold on to the memories but let not this keep us from taking that step forward.

One Thursday ( in Doha we hear mass on Thursdays!), the priest was doing his homily regarding life and death. He said something that awaken me and it's now forever instilled in my head. "No one is indispensible... If you die, the world will never stop, it will continue living... When you laugh, the world laughs with you but whenever you cry, you cry alone." True enough. That's why from then on I try to see eveything positively and don't expect anything from anyone. Also, I am forever thankful to the Lord for He has been with me whenever I need Him. He has given me strength and all to stand up again, pick up the pieces, learn from the past and Restart. It's but natural for us to fear something that is uncertain. Let not fear be in our hearts but hope and faith. Just follow your rainbow at the end of which is your pot of gold.