MaBlok

Was back in KL recently and i was really happy with my last trip back. Thats because i got to catch up with some of my ol ‘bestest’ ipoh kaki gang. It’s always so difficult to catch up with them all together, especially Viv and Daniel as both of them are workaholics. Since Lambda moved back to KL i notice he’s becoming one too.

Anyway I was really really happy to get to meet all of them together. We met up at chilis in midvalley and we chat and got updates from each other. Lambda brought along his 3day old gf, which left shortly to do some shopping. So basically his physical body was there with us but his mind was off think about he’s new squeeze.

But i must complement him on making it to the dinner meeting in the first place. He got the date wrongly and last minute he still could manage to get off work and made his way to chilis on time. I’m glad to know that he values his friends enough to skip off work early, he definitely knows how to prioritise and balance out his friends and work.

As we all gather there at chilis i couldn’t help feeling proud of how well all of us turned out. I mean we all have great jobs. Lambda, Viv, Dan and even the Twins are all climbing the corporate ladder and keeping up so well in the rat race. I’m really proud and happy for them. I guess i’m the only one tht’s not participating much in the race. I left the corporate world the moment i joined SQ and i dun plan to get back onto the race anytime soon. The corporate realm is just not my place.

Meeting up with them made me realise how much i really miss them and the good ol days where we just spend so much time together doing….nothin….nothing but just hanging around…walking / cycling from the twin’s house to my house to daniel’s house and then to vivien’s house and then to jusco or to bingo town…aahhhh….. (*oh happy days…oh happy days* song frm sister act)…what bliss.

During the dinner, they did mention about the very first group trip to pangkor island, in which i have no recollection  of it at all. Gosh i din realise how fast my memory cells are dying. Kind of sad that i dun remember anything about the trip. I dun remember what we did, what we saw, where we’d stay, or how we got there. But i’m sure we had lots of fun…i think…we should have…

Then we started to plan for a trip to Koh Samui, just the ol usual gang, excluding the twins of course since the won’t be in m’sia. But talk is cheap, i can bet a million dollars the trip will not happen, coz everyone has too many strings attached, too much work, and too much responsibility. Oh well… we can fantasize and talk abt it…. we’ll still get a thrill out of it.

For the time being lets just aim to meet up during CNY in ipoh. Even that I have doubts that we can realised it.

After the dinner, daniel was kind enough to send me back home since i paid for dinner. Took a longer way back though but hey as long as i get home. He was sweet enough to offer me ‘clarinase’ pills for my blocked nose as well. Boy… he’s really turned out to be a fine gentlemen. Everybody’s just so matured now. Man…time really flies. The next thing i know i’ll be attending daniel’s wedding or viv’s or lambda’s and maybe even the twin’s….i wonder who will go first.

But i guess tht won’t be happening anytime soon… Now i’m just concerntrating on fulfilling my 2007 resolution = to meet up with old frens and stay in touch more often. Coz friends are always easy to make …but difficult to keep. And i intend to keep the close and true ones.

I was chatting with Gwen the other day and we came to a conclusion that most Singaporean guys we meet are TRY-ers.

Now what exactly is a Try-er. We found out the term TRY-er is actually not Singlish but a Crew lingo for labeling guys who tries their luck on you.

Basically the Try-er will approach u, complimenting you, and basically fish you out to see if u take the bait. If you don’t then they will just casually move on to another target faster u can say ‘fucked-off-you-pervert’.

Try-ers do not weigh the potential of their next target. They do not care about the success probability of their approach tactics towards the target. Their concept is not quality but QUANTITY. Their logic is that if you try on 20-30 or more girls, one of them is bound to take the bait and they do not stop to think whether the girl is attached or not.

They do stop to ponder whether the target is someone that he really likes and want to get to understand more or not. And when they approach you they do not experience the anxiety and fear of the you turning them down, dousing them of their feelings towards you. Its because they have no affections at all for you, except only for the tingling feelings at their southern region.

Try-ers’ concept are mainly to get you to take the bait first and later only then will they start evaluating whether other deeper feelings closer to the heart will develop.

Lemme try to simplify :

Non-try-ers = Boy meets girl —> boy is interest in girl but make no attempt—> boy takes time to get to know girl better —> once boy confirms he really likes the girl, he’ll make a move.

Try-ers =

Scenario A: Boy meets girl —> boy tries to attempt —> girl rejects—> move to next target a.k.a other girl frens of the first target

Scenario B: —-> if girl accepts —-> boy will evaluate if he really likes her— if he doesn’t then he moves again to next target

So there u have it,  the definition of a TRY-er. Maybe not all singaporeans are like that but most of them we met are, especially crew.

Quote: ‘I like to see and meet new people.’ To experience the different cultures among people.

This is what you will hear out of all the applicants when they are being interviewed, to join the exclusive and so-called glamorous job of being an air hostess.

Well i say all of them were biting off more than we can chew. Oh yea… u get to meet, see and experience all the cultural difference among people alright…and let me tell u it ain’t always a pretty picture like what u see on TV.

When traveling on board to different destinations, confined in a limited space with different people for long hours that can streching up to 22hours, you REALLY get to see, meet and experience the people on it.

I’ve had passengers that come from such undeveloped places that u would be baffled at their primitivity to the current modern age. These people have no awareness of the importance of personal hygiene. They don’t know the existence of a toilet or a sink or tissue papers or cutleries or lifs and escalators…nothing!!

I’ve encountered flights where passengers shits on the toilet sinks, shits on the the pull-out recesses of the toilet seat covers and Some even lay newspapers on their cabin seats so they can squat there and shit. And lets not get to the urinating part. I’ve seen toilets flooded with urine on the floor and the sink…. it’s like mini tsunamis of urine gushing out of the toilet doors when the aircraft lands.

I’ve also seen passengers coughing up phlegm and spitting freely along the aisle onto the carpet floor. Some passengers due to different cultural upbringing, eat using their fingers and not forks and spoons. But…. the disturbing part is that they wipe their hands of the food  and gravy stains on their seat covers…AND since the have no knowledge of how to use the call bell button when they want something, they simple GRAB u by the hand thus leaving imprints of dried up gravy stains all over u as well.

OMG…its so filthy tht think one should wear oxygen masks and don bio-hazard suits on boards. And later go through disinfection by soaking in dettol.

By know I really will think thrice again when i say ‘i like to meet new people’…

I meet this ‘guy’ at a club 1 1/2 yrs back. I was attached then and he was a fren to the person i was attached to. So we were all out clubbing and dancing with each other. So i was dancing with tht ‘guy’ for awhile and we chatted, he asked me if i was attached and i told him why don’t u ask ur fren (refering to my ex-bf). So we left it at that. Later when we were abt to leave he approched my ex and told him tht i was flirting with him and that it was kind of bitchy of me to do so. Now isn’t tht a classic jackass with a mindset who thinks he god’s gift to women… which girl in their sane mind would flirt with another guy in da club with the bf in close range and especially not when the guy is a close fren to ur bf… hey i mean i may have a job tht doesn’t require much brain power but i still have common sense u know.. Me and my ex got into an arguement bcoz of it and i got really mad and felt so accused, because i din do anything wrong.

Anyway back to the present… recently i meet this ‘guy’ again in a club and guess what… he din recognize me and he was trying his luck on me. WHO’S THE FUCKING FLIRTY BIATCH NOW!!!! Well my ex was there too and i’m guessing he witness the whole drama.

Sigh….there’s nothing like the satisfaction of finally being justified and cleared of false malicious accusations upon ones’ self…..even if it takes one and a half year to prove your innocence.

OH yes VENGEANCE is sweet.

No offs for me on NY’s eve. Had to do a BKK nightstop…sigh….

well at least i’m not out downing long islands till i pass out on the club sofa lounge and later crying my lungs out while clinging to the toilet bowl and then not remembering any of tht the next morning…

Oh well i guess 2006 is gonna end pretty sober for me. Anyway some of the crew had already plan to hit the clubs in bangkok the minute we checked-in. But alas due to bombing treats we had to be relocated to the nearby airport hotel and ‘STRONGLY ADVISED’ not to leave the hotel premises.

DANG it…. if the situation was of such a treat to us, why not just ferry the aircraft and us back to singapore. Well the CPT could have made tht call… but i guess he was more concern about getting the complimentary free dinner buffet at the hotel….

Hmmm…. food above the safety of his life n the life of others. That really brings a whole new meaning to ‘LIVE to EAT’. Coz that could have very well been our last meal.

Anyway, we did get our complimentary buffet dinner and the spread was awesome. Especially the canapes’ and the desserts… Superb..

Just before midnight I called my papa. As usual he and Sara will be at uncle oliver’s along with the rest of the family. Both he and Sara was suprised that i’m not out partying. Mum was too, when i called her later. After talking to them i kinda felt guilty that I’m not out doing something on NY’s eve. So i accepted one of the crews’ invitation out for some drinks at the bar dstairs. One word…. TRY-ER.

Nuff said…after one drink and as soon as the clock strike midnight. I excuse myself back to my room and retire myself to a brand new year.

It happen on my sydney flight coming back to S’pore. I was already having a sore throat then. Halfway thru the flight, while talking to one of my pax, i lost my voice…totally…. i was practically shouting and nothin came out. *biang*.

The poor GS had to take over my duties in the cabin while i work in the galley, where the is no need for me to talk to the ovens.

By the time I reach singapore i was so sick… i felt so terrible that the first thing i did when i reach back home was to break down and cry.

Damn…sometimes i think i over-work myself for the company. And in the end what do i get out of it…

1.emotional sufferings

2.health deteriorations

3. and more explanations reports to the mgmt as to why I’m taking so many days of MCs….

WTF!!! I’m no bionic women ok…..