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FLIGHT MANUAL FOR DUMMIES

To all you folks - I’m not much of a complicated person. This ring would do. Many Thanks and Merry Christmas! Take note it’s pink gold not yellow k? (kapal!)

“I dont fancy you too much… I don’t fancy you too much. You think you’re cute, you think you’re fine, you always try to steal my shine… Get off of me, Don’t mess with me… you know who you are…”

Well… well… I was invited to a friend’s “exclusive” Christmas Parté yesterday. Guess what? I didn’t go. We didn’t go actually. I didn’t feel invited at all. So did my flatmates (I assume). Long story which dates 2 weeks ago. They came here doing some stuff and I suddenly had a brilliant idea to have a Christmas Party just like last year. All agreed and we actually planned on wearing costumes etc etc. It didn’t occur to me that they were planning to have their own all along. Honestly it was very much appreciated that they “invited” us 2 days prior to their shindig. But then again we knew about it like a week before thanks to our reliable sources. What the fuck is wrong with the world? It never was like this before. Our group is decaying and some people just can’t sense the stench. Yes, I am boycotting whatever it is that happened yesterday. Whether it was a success or not, it’s for them to know and read me: I DON’T FUCKING CARE! Frankly, I just can’t be in one room full of people pretending to be nice to each other after the back-stabbing shit and tongue-lashing! The nerve! Moreover, friends don’t get to leave someone behind. Fuck! It’s a Christmas Party for ***** sake! Where’s the spirit man?  I stand by this (for some people I know, when the time comes, would point the finger at me again thank you very much). Whoever gets offended may all of you rest in peace.  I love my friends. I love the Toyota boys and “girls”. It just saddens me that these things are happening. Especially on Christmas. We’ve been thru a lot guys. Don’t just forget about it.

“I dont fancy you too much… I don’t fancy you too much. You think you’re cute, you think you’re fine, you always try to steal my shine… Get off of me, Don’t mess with me… you know who you are…”

Madonna’s latest album just came out last November and as soon as it was in the market, I immediately went to the nearest record store and grab myself a copy. Unbiased as I am a true blue Madonna fan, I must say that it didn’t disappoint me at all. Madonna once again proved that she still has it. Well it’s not a surprise to me anymore as she has been a trend-setter and a survivor in the industry as compared to all her contemporaries. The genre is mainly of Pop-Electronica. If you like listening to Pet Shop Boys during the early 90’s  and some old school 80’s disco music, then for sure you’ll love to have Confessions on a Dancefloor.

                Hung Up the first to be released immediately gained its popularity. The tune reminded me so much of Long Ranger. With the Cowboy style beat with added bass, fabulous mixing and Madonna’s style… it’s a sure hit around the clubs in the metro. Listening to it and savouring the lyrics will make you go truly crazy on the dancefloor. Not to mention the video which just made my jaw dropped literally. I just can’t keep myself memorizing the choreo. Hehehe…

“Every lil thing that you say or do, I’m hung up, I’m hung up on you. Waiting for your call baby night and day, I’m fed up; I’m tired of waiting on you.”

                The chorus to which y’all broken hearted out there who wanna get really drunk and start partying should sing out loud! Then follow it up with Sorry (track 3).

“I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know; please don’t say you’re sorry… I heard it all before and I can take care of myself… I don’t want to hear, I don’t want to know, please don’t say forgive me… I’ve seen it all before and I can’t take it anymore…”

                Among my other favorites are the lounge-y Get Together to set your chill-out mood, the catchy tunes of Let it Will Be and How High and most especially Forbidden Love to which I think all you gay folks out there can truly relate to not noting it as a hetero song for Romeo and Juliet but of Romeo for Romeo and of Juliet for Juliet. Tee-hee.

“Forbidden love… are we supposed to be together? (Forbidden love… Forbidden love) Forbidden love… we seal our destiny forever. (Forbidden love… Forbidden love)”

Confessions on a Dancefloor is comprised of 12 cuts with 2 bonus tracks (1 of which is the remixed version of Hung Up) all for the delight of the dance diva’s die-hard fans. Go check my radio.blog and start shakin’ your  booty!

Yehey! Christmas is just around the corner and I’m just so happy! There are few reasons to why to celebrate:

1.       Everybody’s just so giving and I can’t help accepting. I can still rememeber when I was a kid  my cousins, my sister and I would go around the village and ask pamasko from each other’s ninongs and ninangs. As soon as we finish we would compare how much we earned and would be busy pestering our parents asking what they did to our money after entrusting it to them. (Some of which was recycled – meaning given again to their own inaanaks) So smart.

2.       The food is overflowing. Before Noche Buena my mom would now be busy preparing stuff. By the time it’s time to eat, all my relatives will come together with their prepared “handa”. Most of the time we’ll have two versions of kare-kare, spaghetti, menudo, barbeque, pansit etc. It’s like a food tasting convention. My tummy’s just so happy. No wonder I always gain a lot during this season.

3.       Gifts gifts gifts. I always fancy opening gifts even if what’s inside is just a simple key chain. But there was a time when my cousin got a Barbie doll from “Santa” and all I got was a letter of apology with  a packet of candy and a lollipop. I was furious. That was the time I stopped being nice.

4.       Name that tune Carolers. Every Christmas it’s like a tradition for some peeps in our neighborhood to form a group and render us with their yuletide songs of joy. Truly it brings joy to me as I really wait for them to come visit us. They’re just so hilarious with their dance steps, out of tune singing (with matching second voice at times take note!) and fancy costumes. There was a time when the group split up! Hahahaha… You can just imagine how fun it was!

5.       Visits from the Unknown. Beware! Your inaanaks multiply like gremlins during this season. My mom would often be missing in action. She’ll just leave us envelopes and some wrapped gifts for her “legitimate” godchildren. The rest of the day she’ll be gone somewhere like as far as Tagaytay or Cavite at times.

It’ll just be a few days from now. Most of us are rushing do to some more shopping, organizing etc. For me, I’m busy preparing for my long awaited leave. Hope to see guys back there. I just can’t wait! But also let us not forget why we truly celebrate. Let’s all be thankful for God has given us his son to redeem us from our sins. With that note I bid you ciao for now. Advance Merry Christmas to All!

It’s a known fact that when women are having their periods, their behaviors change. They turn into monsters ever unmerciful to whoever’s on their way. It’s like having Mr. Hyde monthly ever so intoxicated with thy elixir. I have had bad experiences regarding this. I do not know for a fact how for some girls they cannot manage to endure the pains and stress their menstruation brings. Forgive me but it’s never an excuse to start bitching if you have it. Please spare the people around you or if you can’t why don’t you try locking yourself up until it’s over. Do us all a favor won’t you.

It was 7 degrees outside when we landed at about 0735h local. As my CSD Jessamyn (Purser for some) was making the announcement of our arrival into Charles de Gaule International Airport, I was strapped in my seat looking outside by my window. Paris was never new to me as I’ve been here few times before. But on that chilly morning of November 13, 2005 I know in my heart this trip is far different. Still seated I recalled my first lay over here. It was 6 months after graduating from my training as I have to wait that long for me to get a competency to fly A330. I flew with my batchmate Apple. It was a 4-day roster same as this one yet we only managed to go to Eiffel. It was summer that time in Europe. We both agreed to sleep first as the sun will set at about 2100h - still ample of time to move around and see the city in daylight. Alas! Apple woke me up around half past 1800h. I dozed off quite longer than planned (so did she). We packed our things and off to Les Paris! The locals weren’t so helpful for they don’t speak and understand much English but we found our way asking lost tourists like us from the train to the city center (all a matter of instinct and charm naks!). From the subway we got off to CDG station (I think) there was a huge façade adjacent to the steps close by is an open space. I thought we still have to walk a mile or so but to my surprise it was Eiffel tower already right after the corner. At that time I was speechless… I didn’t know what to say. I almost cried but what I did was to savour the moment by taking my camera out of my bag and took pictures of me at every angle possible. Hahahahaha. It was late already and sun was beginning to set so Apple and I agreed to just climb the top of the tower and just tour around Paristhe next time we’re rostered for it. The next day what we did was to go to the mall in my pyjamas and took some more snaps. Back to our room before wake up call, we still managed to cook Adobo and saved some for the flight back to Doha. After this I never managed to get the 4-day roster Paris anymore. It was always short. You arrive there in the evening then fly back to base the next morning. Everytime I fly Paris after my first one felt like I wasted it. I shouldn’t have slept. I should have set my alarm. But I didn’t. I didn’t.

Luckily this month, they again scheduled me to fly a “Long” Paris. My roster sucks but I didn’t mind at all… I’ve “long” waited for this. As soon as all the passengers left the aircraft, I did the usual protocol ever so enthusiastically. Secured everything, packed my trolley and did my hand-over. During the briefing actually before the flight I already “booked” one of my Filipina crew to come join me. I told Bunj that we only take 4 hrs of sleep then by 12 we should be on our way. I made sure we did but still she was the one who woke me up… (Sorry when I sleep, I really sleep hehehe. Vera came with us. She’s this petite Indonesian crew who I really love - funny, pretty and so full of surprises! Miss you Vera! Bunj guided the two of us going to the city and back though she’s the most junior. First stop: Musee de Louvre. The entrance was 8.50 Euros (About 500+PHP). The museum is where Mona Lisa is safely kept. I was telling Bunj and Vera that perhaps if only all the paintings could talk, they must have said: “Damn you… You’re nothing but a brow-less chick. What’s the fuss?” I’m not much of an art fanatic, but I was awed by the collection. Everything’s so good that it’s so is so scary that those painters have such talents… The details and all if you look closely would give you goosebumps. That explains the sarcasm to Da Vinci. Anyhow, we only spent about 30 mins inside although the concierge told us it would take at least a day or two to visit the whole of the museum… staring, reading, appreciating, walking and all Hahahahaha… Stomach’s protesting now, we went for a quick stop in a café - Ordered some “pork” hotdogs, fries and soda to fuel us up. We then proceeded to Champs Elysees - the shopping centerof Paris where you will find all the signature brand in just one place. It lived up to its title as the most beautiful avenue in the world. Arc de Triompe is just the cherry on top. Wasn’t really all excited to see the historical landmark to which Napoleon built to symbolize the victories of France before  Waterloo, what I was really looking for was the big bag of Louis Vuitton that to my dismay though it’s “big” I didn’t get to locate it. We just went on walking and ended up on a train station going to Notra Dame ala Kampanerang Kuba. I said some prayers, lit candles and wished for wishes to come true. My battery was out and just asked Bunj to take some snaps as evidence again. Hahahaha…

Truly this Paris was like no other. Before when I was still flying domestic, I was inspired by Gwyneth Paltrow’s character in View from the Top. Our story was too similar that I also hoped one day to get as far away from Pasay as possible, no matter what it takes. Now my dreams are slowly coming into life. I’ve been through storms and back. Yet now surprisingly, Things are clearing up and are slowly going back to their proper places again and for that I’m thankful. I realized that achieving is not always getting what you wanted. It comes with a price tag. You gain and lose some as well. You have to take that leap and be able to face whatever the outcome maybe.No regrets for me cause i made the right choice after all.

Lately I’ve been having these back pains again…more severe than before. I don’t really know what’s causing this - maybe because my ass is too big that at 34000ft my spine can’t handle the pressure anymore. Might be too much bending - all those take offs and landings, pulling and pushing and working hard (take note - "working very hard") may perhaps worsen this. I don’t wanna give my crew a wrong impression of me but I think I might have over done it. Arggh! I can’t even sleep properly at night because of this that’s why I’ve been really grumpy these past few days. Don’t wanna call sick though… don’t wanna be stuck here for long yet what bothers me is that I can’t really manage to give my passengers my wonderful close up smile … hehehe.. Ouch! Even it hurts when I laugh. I’m still new to this stuff… sooner or later I’ll get use to it… as soon as my muscles stretch fully and the rest of my body to adapt to my current physiological and physical demands. I’m just thankful still of the blessings given to me. The things that I’m facing now are but another challenge. I’ll flourish soon, just like before… in time. How I miss flying to Colombo (Sri Lanka) and Katmandu (Nepal). I always do my full body massage there. I miss my masseurs. I need some bone cracking stuff now… so bad. Salonpas and omega failed me last night. As soon as I finish 2 more days flying, I’m definitely going to a chiropractor. I swear.

So much thinking about love makes you want to kill yourself after. It’s always a thought that makes people more depress than elevated. I would say now probably because I’m single and yet unavailable to the eyes of many or perhaps I just lost it. But this is no sour-graping. I’ve loved and lost  (writer’s note: see previous post). I experienced heaven and went through hell a few times. Reasons to blame: incompatibility, boredom, loveless-ness, youth, impulsiveness and lately distance. But it makes me wonder still why for some people this addiction of mine flourish while on the less fortunate like me it causes some  sort of dementia. Life is a routine basically. Every stage has an occurring dilemma that you have to go through -just like your college subjects that if you fail a prerequisite of the other, you’re one step down but still you may continue to go on with those that you successfully passed. Such hung ups exist I believe because of this. Hidden fears, unexpressed emotions, unfulfilled desires pile up until you can no longer handle them unless you face your these head on. As for a child to have toys to show off to their playmates is for us, young adults to seek for our partner-to-be in life. Who would want to grow old alone and stay in a shelter? That’s why Love becomes as I say it “imperative”. Some may raise their brows with this statement… hypocrisy will never get things done for you. In love, as we mature from one relationship to another, we change ourselves for the better as not to commit the same mistake again. This holds us back and prevents us from appreciating things the way they still are. We tend to be more selfish than ever. When we again find ourselves under the cloud of nirvana, realizing at the end that our choice is such an ass… we go back to step one. Far way back. Thickening the walls of our defense yet more open to other options. This is one subject I still have to pass though it’s early to say that I’m lagging. More so, is the fact that a lot of older people I know are in this process still. Ever optimistic of the future ahead. Life’s a surprise. And people like me are suckers for surprises. The craving for what’s beyond after LOVE. I still envy those who found it and hopefully I get my chance to finally get through it.