My comfort song (as of the moment)

Because there's so much hate and death these days, here's what I listen to every time I want to punch a freak agent, a stingy passenger, a bad hair day, PMS, and times when I feel ugly, fat, and helpless.

This is actually not a new song. But I love how poetic and lyrical it was written. Sounds and feels surreal.

And because Charice Pempengco will be on Glee, come on sing with me.

*I dunno how to upload a video that is not in my hard drive. boo. Just follow the link! Cheers!

86/53

So I have a job. So I am working 8 hours a day. So I'm going to pay my taxes soon.

Somewhere in that"work" area I am indifferent. Indifferent that I am not happy nor sad to where I am now. I do enjoy the idea of it and make sure I am good at work but at the end of the day, there's nothing sparkling nor refreshing that makes me want to love what I'm doing.

Anyhoo, I don't want to think anything of it as of now. I just want to be grateful for everything. Period.

For the meantime, just random observation from work:

• Work is different. Everything's a first. Last Thursday was my first experience of a flight irregularity. The "all up" instruction was given to us after the aircraft was set for push back. As the boarding announcer, I was asked to send the passenger manifest to the immigration after my shift. On my way, I came across a lead agent and told us to go back to the gate. The aircraft is returning on the ramp. I was excited and curious as well to find out what's the reason. Bomb threat? Security reasons? Blah blah. The reason to be was a sick passenger. According to the agents, the passenger was chilling badly inside and the cabin crews sent her back to the gate for chec-up. According to the flight nurses, the pax appeared to have a fever before she checked-in. The pax was sent to the quarantine area, pulled out her baggage and her reservation. The filght was delayed.

• Customer service is love and hate in one stone. I tend to absorb the angst and anxiousness of the passengers. But since I serve them with a smile and a happy soul, I absorb compliments and love, love, love! There's just this one foreign pax, British, I think, old, alone, fat and hot-headed who slapped me in the face with the reality that I'm in the world of servants and they, who can pay, our are lords. I was in the BCO that morning, and he was in cue waiting for his turn. He is behind the two Filipinas who have excess baggage and I told them to repack. Our conversation lasted for around 5 minutes and when their luggage had the right weight, I let them in. When he's right in front of me, I greeted that fat man with a warm smile and he answered me back with a cold, bedroom voice. I checked his baggage, gave him name tags for it and ask him to fill it up. Then he just said in an awful and irritated voice, "Just put it there, too much fuss on everything." I didn't say a word because I was upset, really. I was doing my job and everything I ask the pax to do is necessary, mandated by the airline. I would like to explain this to that old fat man but decided to stay quiet in a heartbeat instead. I wish not to have that passengers in the next days. Boo.
  

• While observing the check-in counter, there was this couple, a doctor and his wife who were set to travel around Europe, base from their itinerary. I checked their visa and I read Schengen Statene, which means they can travel anywhere in Europe with that visa. I want to have that visa someday. And I want to do the same someday. Jeff and I, in our retiring age, traveling and exploring the world and falling in love all over again! Well, in order for that we must work our asses off! :)

• It's my first time to post about work here. Hee. I don't usually write everything about my life. I prefer some things to be private. You know, my life is not an open-book. :)

• I am still writing. Hooray. My 4-year course won't surely go past the drain because I still write. And I write for a magazine. Someday I'm going back to media, either TV, radio or, print. I sure am!

• Underpaid. Yes. I. am. The work and shift is quite okay and not stressful though. The pay is not bad for the kind of work I do. But I need to raise more moolah. I will love you if you can refer me to other part-time jobs. :)

• I'm on my way for that dream. I'm training for it. I'm praying for it. Hoping, that the universe will conspire to make it happen.

• On the bad note, because of work and bad sleeping habit, my blood pressure drops down to 86/53. And I'm so eating irons and steels the following days.

How about you, what's keeping you up all day?

The ugly truth

No. This is not, in any form, related to a movie where girls try to fit in to the perfect-girlfriend-material every boys would like to have.

This is just the truth speaking, and me in awe.

Twas one beautiful morning when I woke up in Yok han's arms. He was stroking my hair while I dream of shopping spree and body spa and massage. I was happy. Thinking that he's the first thing I will see in the morning as I open my eyes. He was staring at me lovingly, either I'm just exaggerating or what, I can feel all the love pouring down on me even while I'm still asleep.

We started the day by chatting all our stories off. He told me how his work was going and I spoke of how my training went on. I shared with him the good news with regards to my training, yes, I passed, and another good news. And then he broke what seemed to be like a fairy-tale-like with this question.

Yok: If you were to choose between writing for that magazine and your crazy airport fantasy, what would it be?

Me: Well, (clears throat), I can write as long as I can, writing has no age limit. I can write in the comfort of our house and earn money from that, I can write even if we already have a family. But in the airline industry, it's not the same. The lifestyle is not suitable for married couples, so I might as well spend my life there before we settle down right? As of present time, I can contribute for that magazine, but I'll be full time in the airport.

Yok: So you'll choose the airport?

Me: Yeah, right. Why?

Yok: Nothing.

The following scenarios weren't as clear as these dialogues. It just spurred out on me, I just got hit with that idea, that Yok was using that magazine as a metaphor on our relationship. What I have just said, was something like, I will just be contributing in our relationship because I need to be full time in my work. And in that moment I realized my impulse ideas, I felt really really sad. I didn't mean to make things look like that, but without saying a word, Yok Han seemed to have fully understood my priorities in life. As much as I wanted to take my words back, he won't buy it coz' I already have told the truth.


In the following days, weeks, months, and years, may we weather all the storm that will come upon us and stand tall at the end of that tunnel, standing beside each other, and making all our dreams come into reality.