Friday, 24 October 2008

Smelly me!


After a grueling 13 hours of flying hours back from London, I felt myself stink!

I wonder whether anyone could smell what I smell of myself. Mixed of typical aircraft ‘fragrance’, food stain, sweat odor…. Eeeeuuu… Gross, but that’s the truth.

I find it’s a mission impossible each time after a flight where I need to slowly cleanse myself from head to toes. First of all, I would need to have a thorough cleaning by removing my inches thick make up.

Then follow by a deep cleansing of my long lasting style-gel and hairsprayed hair and finally have a warm and nice bubble bath. That’s not the end of it.

Imagine a 13 hours staying in the dehydrated air, my skin is so dry and brittle. No amount of moisturizer could replenish the lost moist. Just have to keep applying lotion and drink lots of water and have a good beauty sleep to recover.

When I wake up on the next day, it’s another 2 off days for me to enjoy! Not too bad after all the torturing, isn’t it?

Saturday, 4 October 2008

Happy holiday!


It’s time to strip off my uniform and don on my bikinis!

Well, it’s once again…..holiday time!!! Time to unwind and have fun!

Saturday, 13 September 2008

Gone fishing!



It's my second day off today. Tomorrow will be another early morning flight. But, here I am following my boyfriend out to the sea for fishing. Yeepee!

Friday, 12 September 2008

Love and hate affair


My mind seems to be hyper even it has past midnight now and as a result, here I am updating my blog.

I came back from an almost 12 hours flight from Europe this morning. Not too tired though as I was working at a breeze.

Not that I’m lazy or finding short cut working on board, I still put in my 100% fair share so as to earn a bona fide living.

I’ve learnt to work with a focus mind which indeed improve productivity and efficiency. Hence, I find myself working effortlessly most of the time. I don’t know how to elaborate more, mainly enjoy what you’re doing and don’t self-imposed stress is the key to make work more fun.

May be my brain is charged with lots of positive ions at the moment that I always appreciate my job. Never mind with all the grumbles over rigid protocol system, inhumane management style, multi-hierarchical chain of command, etc.

FOCUS is once again the keyword: To focus on the primary positive areas than to poison myself by reminding the trivial matters.

Nowhere in the working world is perfect for every one. If you know an ideal place, please leave a note to tell me.

Tuesday, 9 September 2008

Say It Right

Enough is enough!


Recently I came back from leave break and was surprised to get to hear that flight attendants are under the limelight again. This time is a rape case and it stirs up some crappy comments on our life style.

I don’t know what’s more to say or comment to defend ourselves from being scrutinised, harassed or attacked verbally or physically. I guess, often than not, it’s the publicity of the press.

If a rape case happened, public would automatically pity the victim who is a civilian. However, if the victim is a flight attendant, the view may vary drastically.

My non-crew friends ever asked whether the saying is true. The “by default” mentality is flight attendants sleep around, messing up with passengers, pilots or other crew.

Please do not apply a single narrowed mentality by extrapolating it. Don’t let one or two-spoiled brat stain our image and dignity.

It’s unfair!

Simple English: Secretaries don’t sleep with their bosses; nurses don’t sleep with doctors; students don’t sleep with lecturers; bus drivers don’t sleep with passengers; etc.

Given with our stress-less working environment, other than battling with our constant fatigue flying schedule, we are basically a group of mentally and physically healthy species.

Let me say it for once, not all flight attendants are leading a messy sex life.

 

Saturday, 6 September 2008

Back to sky!


After a week long break from flying, I'm finally back to work again! What I can say is a quality time spent and happy moment to linger. 

I'm all charged up and to return to work. Ever ready to smile at passengers again!

Tuesday, 26 August 2008

Out of office


I have been waiting, waiting and waiting for my holiday break to come.  It seems to be such a long process and my leave has finally arrived.

I’m so delighted and excited to get myself away from a short break from my hectic flying schedule.

This time is a ‘One stone hits two birds’ where I can spend time with my beloved parents as well as my dearest boyfriend.  Yeepeee!

Have a wonderful and relax holiday, FlyMe!

Tuesday, 5 August 2008

Santa Claus is home coming!


Good to be back to my homeland together with some souvenirs in tow that I bought from abroad.

Each moment I touch-down, I always admire the view of a familiar home ground. It warms my heart and signifies another rest day for me.

Mummy, I miss your cooking!

Monday, 4 August 2008

Another nice song!



I know, I know, you have enough of my Gregorian's music.

I will attach more interesting video clips in the future. I promise that.

Gone were the days



I was browsing YouTube and the name Gregorian (my school days fave artist) jogs my mind. It's a name that I have long forgotten since I started to work.

Here I wish to share one of my favourite theme.

All alone but content within


It’s another few days trip from base.

Besides the regular activities such as window shopping, dining out, climbing mountain or visiting one of The Wonders, this trip is basically an “event-less” stay in the heart of Switzerland, Zurich.

My layover happened to fall on the weekend whereby majority of the shops, supermarkets and malls are closed.  Given such circumstances, we flight attendants, usually occupy ourselves with activities like locking ourselves in the room most time to sleep, watch movies, reading, etc. There are who visit the health club while some gather to socialise over some beers and wines.

I’m once again all alone after a breakfast gathering with several teammates.

Thanks to the advance technology that we’re living in today. I never feel “alone” at anytime, for I can still exchanging emails with my boyfriend, sms my friends back home or even video-conferencing with my sister and catch a glimpse of my lovely doggies.

Besides, I started keeping a little digital photo album in my mobile phones. It’s  for me to scroll and watch my “lou fu zhai” images which is good enough to keep me smiling to myself for a good moment.

Previously, whenever I was upset, I would always play video clips on my teddy-bear look alike Shih-tsu or my 11 month old nephew’s “laughing Buddha” clips. These clips help to pull me out from sadness and loneliness.

They are my secret magic tools to cheer myself up.

Although I’m alone outstation but I’m still constantly communicating with my loved ones in a different time zone.

I’m basically happy all by my lonesome self, plugged into my iTune while sipping a cuppa in front of my pearly white MacBook over a laid-back Sunday afternoon in Zurich... 

Thursday, 24 July 2008

Happy Birthday!


I celebrated my birthday 3 days ago! Till today, I’m always thankful to God for taking care of me for the past 33 years. Life has always been kind to me, Hallelujah!

Last year, I was home celebrating with a big table of relative singing birthday song to me. (Damn awkward!) But, proud of their guts (for a group of seniors singing birthday song to a full grown like me)

This year, I spent my birthday on board working. No, I wasn’t sad at all, as long as I could count my blessing everyday.

I was on an almost 14 hours duty of work flying across the pacific ocean from GMT -7 to GMT +8. The flight number was 001, on 20Jul pass midnight and arriving on 21 July, 0500hours. Flying across the pacific indeed loose a day, which means I “lost” 20 July.

Fortunate enough, I didn’t loose 21 July.

Upon landing into Hong Kong, our crew-in-charge paged all of us to gather in First Class. I thought there was a briefing for all the crew. To my surprise, Captain N G Harrison has taken the lead to hand me a lovely small gift that he bought from the DFS shop. He has also handed me a DIY birthday card, self-made by the First Officer, Frank.

The card was signed by the whole set of 21 crew. I’m truly flattered. It’s not all about the gift, but it’s the thought that count. It’s the little gesture and great effort that count.

Everybody asked how am I going to celebrate it. My reply was, I’m looking forward to a durian treat when home. Out of humorous mood, I asked Captain Harrison whether he likes durian. He replied in an apologetic tone saying, no cause he can’t bear the stench.

To break the seconds of embarrassment, he asked what is durian good for?

“…hmm…well, durian is basically good for ...nothing, Cap."

It’s simply a king of fruits that Asian loves. Voila!

Upon switching on my mobile phone after duty, sms-es were flushing in with all the birthday wishes. Although I’m not a famous celebrity under the limelight, but I’m certainly a “little star” to myself when I get all the attention, care and concern from my beloved ones.

Birthday girl, Happy birthday! And wishing you more happy moment to come…

Sunday, 20 July 2008

27years Vs 2months Vs 4hours

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Past weeks, I was very lethargic. Other than completing my scheduled flight duties, I was multi-tasking and settling several outstanding  personal matters.

My body almost given way as it aches all over especially my neck and shoulder. As a result, it causes headache and sleeping pattern was haywire.  It was unbelievably a physical torture.

On the contrary, although my body was in pain, but my heart was of all time warmth.  *wink wink*

There are three persons worth mentioning here that crossed or crisscrossed their path in my life.

The first to highlight is my relationship with my sister of 27 years has taken a turn.  I have never build a strong bond with my sister as we spent our childhood, teenage-hood and adulthood mostly apart.

Recently, due to job re-location, she has moved in and staying with me.  I do welcome her presence but some how, I was struggling to adjusting to “an additional person” who is ripping off a little of my space, my privacy and some “me” time.

After living together for merely a month, spent several times dining together and ongoing sisters’ talk, I realise our sisterhood of 27 years has finally taken-off which it has pulled us much closer than before.

I came to know that she has been looking up upon me when she feels weak and needed moral support. For what I don’t know, there is indeed a protective-elder-sis character that is living within me. Just like the Chinese proverb says: Blood is always thicker than water (Nothing is more important than family).

I finally begin to understand my sister better, after a good 27 years of ‘knowing’ each other. Wow!

The second person that oozes my heart is my 2 months old, Online-pal.  I have had enjoyed exchanging emails with him for a month long. Reading and re-reading his emails is always entertaining and addictive that I religiously replying his emails with breaking records.  (Sorry my dear blog, for I have neglected you!)

When I finally met this person, the vibes were great and connection was instantaneous.  He is so easy to talk to, as our level of intellectual and understanding are mutual. Occasionally when he speaks his mind, it sounds like echo of my voice. It’s amazing.

My only doubt is how long this chemistry would last or when the rose is no longer rosy over the passage of time when the law of diminishing sets in. Or is my gut feel fooling on me?  

Never mind all the obscure trivia, I simply wish to enjoy and savour the moment. Cool!

The third person that cheers my heart is my 4 hours flight passenger: An 8 year old Hong Konger. She is a long-haired girl, with angelic smiles and speaks in a sweet and melody tone. No other names that can better describe her: Angel.

She has a distinctive pleasant personality that catches my attention on her.  Every request from her is being asked so politely with a sweet smile.  

As I was busy throughout the flight, she has waited patiently from ground (before take off )till almost the end of the flight (before landing) to snap a picture with me.

Out of guilt for making her wait, I stole some time chit-chatting to her and got to know that her ambition is to become an air-hostess (with no other secondary ambition). I enjoyed our small talk although it was a short one. I do find her absolutely high in EQ (Emotional Quotient). (I notice I'm always drawn to people with high EQ than IQ)

Besides, her parents are also humble and carry themselves well.  It forms a happy and blessed family picture of them in my mind. Her mannerism is superb which can beat most of the adult passengers.  (She is so far the only young pax who responded to me with a word of “You’re welcome” each time when I say “Thank you” to her)

My last word for her was to encourage her to study hard in order to achieve her dream job which she nodded her head (with a little effort) in return.  (Good job, FlyMe!)

By looking at the 3 persons that has captured my heart, it truly doesn’t matter how long I know the person, be it 27 years… 2months… or even 4 hours… time is not the essence.

May be all is about TIMING.

Friday, 4 July 2008

i'm loving it! (Part II)



Yesterday I was bursting with good energy as I go about doing my regular flying routine. I was eager to serve and all time hyper running around the cabin exchanging words with passengers. I do enjoy the role as a host in the airplane, at times I feel like I’m a butterfly fluttering in the pressurised cabin.

Or may be I’ve been looking forward to a coming date (I don’t know). Even so, that doesn’t deter my spirited-self when comes to working. Generally speaking, I (not always but most time) enjoy doing what I do (my flying career).

Every flight is new and every experience or encounter is different. I’m still learning, coping and better myself. That’s what keep the drive going perpetually.

Frankly, working evolves most part of our adult life. Choosing the right job thereby respecting and whole-heartedly contributing towards it. I always like the saying: Have pleasure in your job and you don’t feel like you’re working a single day.

I see my job as part and parcel of my daily activity, it has incorporated to my system so well, as if an early “morning motion”. If I don’t “do it”, I’m feeling uneasy for the rest of the day. Often than not, I look forward to dolling up myself in that my glamorous uniform. Am I insane? Never mind.

A colleague once asked how to make a flight attendant sleep when suffering from jetlag. The answer is: Wear our uniforms. Just because work is mundane and the uniform induce fatigue and weary imagination. I, however, dismiss such a tale.

Last week, I read Sumiko Tan’s column (Working gives life meaning) and can’t agree more with her philosophy towards work. Her amusing anecdote goes:

“There are those who point that no one in his right mind would say on his death bed that he wished he had spent more time at the office.

I disagree for, to me, the office is where so much of what matters in life emanates.

Call me a fool, perhaps. But at least I’m a fool who likes hard work.”

I highly admire her pride and respect for her job, mainly because she enjoys her work that brings a whole lot of self-satisfaction in her life.

Last month I was in Rome, searching around for Long Champ boutique along central del Corso where most of the luxury brands are housed along the famous street. When I was about to give up searching the store, I went forward to Burberry boutique, greeted a doorman/security personnel in a smart wear.

I simply brushed aside the idea of presuming he may not understand my Asian accented English and politely asked him whether he can tell me the location of Long Champ but in return he gazed at me with a cold short reply.

“I’m not a seller”

?????

May be what he meant was he is mainly a doorman/security personnel and nothing more. My heart whispered quietly: “It’s what you chose to be and let’s be happy of being a doorman and be merry ever after!”

Geez, he simply put me off. May be if he replied by saying he doesn’t know would be more appropriate so as not to make me form any negative impression and hence mentally scrutinizing him unfairly.

Obviously, this chap is setting boundaries in his job and does nothing more that his job is required to. So sad.

Life long enjoyable career that provides satisfaction, happiness, financial security, social circle and status, personal development and so on is never easy to find. So, I better enjoy and savour every moment of my working day.

It may be a love and hate relationship; nonetheless, I chose to love it more than I hate it. I’m loving it (job)!

i'm loving it! (Part I)


It’s another beginning of a new month again and I keep reminding myself to squeeze in some time to update my blog.

Yes, it’s July, the month of my birthday. Not that I’m looking forward to turn another year older. July, however, is the month of a big pay month to reward my whole year of hard work: BONUS.

While some of my colleagues have already smiling all the way carrying their dream designer bags out of the boutiques, in reciprocal, the luxury retailers are ringing their tills and laughing to the bank. Hence, I should think the happiness is mutual between the seller and buyer.

As for me, I’m also actively thinking of how to spend my handsome reward as well and thus be a happy consumer. *Wink*

Having said that, some happy spending however diminishes over time, meaning you’re only happy at the point of splashing and happiness subsides eventually. With such an ‘intelligent’ and logical thinking, I sure want to reward myself with a long lasting happy memory so to make my money well spend: HOLIDAY!

I certainly deserve a breakaway from work, therefore, it’s time to crack my head and pick a destination. If clueless, may be it’s about time to open up my world map.

It gives me a reason to smile! And I’m loving it!

Wednesday, 18 June 2008

First Class Persona



These days there are various traveling class differentiation by the airliners eg Economy class, Deluxe class, Business class, First class, last but not least, the ‘Beyond First class’.

Today’s travelers are smarter and more aware of their rights. They came onboard knowing inside-out of how the service is going to be carried out. They know exactly what is on the menu and their choice of drinks and snacks.

One flight, when boarding first commenced, I was surprised to see this family of four seated in the mid section of economy class cabin boarded early (priority is usually given to parents with young children, elderly or handicapped, etc).

They seemed to have a structured planned action. The father of 2 charged to the magazine rack and took a handful of magazines, next I heard “Put inside your bag”, the mum instructed her teenage son.

Well, I can’t do much and I don’t want to act as a policewoman, I simply pretended not to see anything.

Another flight, an economy class passenger parked himself at the front row and anxiously waving at the crew at the back to hang his jacket in the closet.

This particular crew has to beat the flow of boarding traffic in order to respond to his “less-urgent” request. 

When I walked passed, the same pax asked me to get him magazines which he named a few. (Fyi, we displayed magazines in the rack for self-help purpose.) Geez…

Of course, with my experience in handling pax, I know my priority of work and not threatened by such request.

Later then I realized my this dear pax had indeed asked from another colleague. When I came to know about it, I re-prioritised. I took my time to settle other matters that are MORE important.

Sometimes, I simply put off by such character of passengers who like to double or triple request from different crew. Some ordered drinks from different person and when I delivered, I refused to take it back and made the person accept the drinks. Haha! (I guess, if it is chargeable, nobody would asked more than twice)

So I duly checked for the magazine request by the passenger and returned with a different set of magazine.

He looked disappointed and told me to check with Business or First Class. (??!!!) I politely told him that the magazines were taken from those classes as I couldn’t find his particular choice of magazines.

“I know you always carry xxxx, why can’t get a copy?” he said.

“Sir, we only carry one to three copies out of base. If the pax took the mag on the first sector and never return to us, then we would not have another duplicate copy for the return sector.”

“Oh, in that case, I’ll read it on my next flight then.” He added referring to his next business trip traveling on the Business Class.

I know thrifty is a good practice, but sometimes passengers simply stretching beyond our limit.

I ever have a First Class male passenger, named a long list of magazines that he wanted to read. Even the female magazines that I was about to offer another female pax were not spared.

“Oh, my wife (who was not on the flight) loves to read this copy.” He happily grip it under his armpit while holding his glass of champagne.

A colleague once said, there are indeed different classes of passenger (Not the class that is printed on the board pass, but the class of character) which means to say economy class passengers can be of a first class mannerism.

Trust me, if you are in the service industry, you’re pleased and always happy to serve whoever request with a word of ‘please’ or ‘only if you could’ or ‘when you come back again’…

Unrefined words would be:” I want, Give me, Get me….”. But being able to see a diverse cultural background, certain words that they said are not meant to be rude. It’s a limitation of vocabulary, I could understand perfectly.

What I meant here is a person who looks fairly educated and well dressed, yet the behavior is of a contrast. Our heartiest greetings are always exchanged with a request/order (Typically: I want a copy of newspaper).

A senior supervisory colleague ever commented that these are our new ‘educated’ breeds. For whatever Bachelor’s degree, MBA, PhD, etc that they acquired; they simply have not retained part of their early education on mannerism.   

Well, be it whatever classes it is, I always have my soft spot for elderly pax. They are the one who interact and respond well, freely show their appreciation and outward gratitude. 

Their word of “Thank you, my love”, truly melts my heart.