Tang Yuan

I cooked some tang yuan today, actually I boiled them coz they are pre-made. For those of you who do not know, tang yuan is sweet Chinese dumpling, a hot dessert…you can have it plain, or with fillings like black sesame or peanut.
Tang yuans are round and smooth…thus the Chinese also believe that eating tang yuan have the meaning of sweet reunion. It is common to see them served up during Chinese new year on yuan siao – the 15th day, winter solstice, and weddings.
It is more meaningful to have it together with your family…but I am having it alone in dubai this evening, while silently hoping to have a reunion in sin with my family soon. 4 days seemed like years right now…
Tang yuan also brought back memories of my Ah Ma. I was only little then. During festive seasons, she will drag me and bro out of bed early in the morning to go to the markets to buy the ingredients to make these dumplings at home. She will do most of the mixing, and my main duty is to roll them into balls and make them as round and even as possible. She usually make white and pink ones, half with peanut fillings and half plain, then she will cook them in pot with ginger, rock sugar and pandan leaves. She will always give me a little scolding because my dumplings will always look bigger and uglier with time after the initial enthusiasm wore away and was replaced with restlessness. Still, we always have a good time during that couple of hours.
I like tang yuan, especially the black sesame ones. I have not had homemade tang yuan for a long time now since Ah Ma passed away, so I normally get the frozen pre-made ones from supermarkets or order them from the dessert stalls when I am in HongKong. I enjoyed the texture especially, so smooth and silky. I must learn how to make them myself someday, so I can prepare it with my family, making the symbolism of it all the more meaningful and significant.
After a bowl of tang yuan, I feel slightly better. Perhaps it’s just a little sugar rush, but I am grateful…my mood is grateful, for now.

This little girl reminds me of me a lot...I used to just do that

My favourite tang yuan with black sesame

Gong Xi Fa Cai

Happy Rat Year to all!
Let’s take it from Mickey and Minnie living in Disneyland and cultivate your own magical moments to sprinkle along the year ahead. I know I will try to…since mum’s already conveying the advice doled out by a famed feng shui master for us horses…the key is tolerance and only more tolerance, plus control, for 2008!

I am in dubai, bathed, moisturized, and in my new pyjamas(akin to my ultra-late discovery of frothy bubble baths, I never realize that silk/satin PJs not only feel really really good against the skin, it’s really enjoyable sliding around on the bedsheets too!).
This is the 1st time since I first came to dubai six years ago that I missed Chinese New Year in Singapore. I did not get the exact dates of the leave that I bidded for so will only start my vacation from the 12th. I got a bit silly and refused to resign to fate until after midnight tonight that I am indeed stuck in dubai to herald in the year of the rat. I have exhausted all options and resources that I can wring from my mind during the last couple of weeks trying to swap flights around to somehow land self in Singapore around 6th-8th Feb, even if it means operating a flight back. Sadly, it was not meant to be either way.
Called mummy first to convey my well wishes. No reunion dinner happening in our house this year coz they are waiting for me to be back for a belated one. Feel responsible for the damper of coz, as much as I also acknowledge that some things are not within my control. Coziness is especially scarce this evening when my mind is used to expect being with the family gathering around the table enjoying steamboat dinner. Knowing the rest of the family is missing that kind of warmth makes me feel worse. To add icing on the cake, dubai weather has be mercilessly cold during the last couple of days…yeah rubbing it in further huh…
Also realize she is at home spending the first hours of the lunar new year alone. It upsets me considerably since I have managed to make it back to Singapore during the last consecutive 5 years to keep her company during the most significant holiday to her while bro and wife were out. Yet this year, when I am most complacent and confident that I will get my leave because of seniority, I failed her when I least expected. I can only offer my voice through the phone…and mummy is somehow more contented than I am…
As we chatted, mummy reminded me that I must wear green tomorrow. Straight orders from the queen. Apparently, we horses are going to have a rather challenging year ahead to say the least, and feng shui experts have advised that wearing green on the first day of lunar new year will somehow help ‘cool’ the calamities ahead or sort of take the edge off a little. Apart from mum, also hear the same from bro and a few friends about the green, making it harder to try to push that info into oblivion. I wished even more to be in Singapore now so I can pick out all the ‘horses’ donning their greens and grins when we go around the island with the festive visitings. Most of us may not believe it totally and faithfully, but I guess most of us will also take it with a pinch of salt and try to incorporate a pinch of green just in case…I know I will have to, and will too.

Now, some consolations…
Took self off cairo flight on 7th - the big day…amazing how much better I feel instanteously after that…tremendous load off mind and body…as sleeping’s been so out of whack lately plus nursing an over-cluttered mind.
Had a rather satisfying shopping spree to fill some emotional voids during the afternoon…also my official lunar new year shopping to attempt to get into the mood like every year, though the malls here certainly have no CNY decorations whatsoever and no familiar Chinese New Year songs playing everywhere you go (yes I do miss them especially lately…). My credit card though is feeling very warm and cosy from the damages done during the spree, albeit a last minute 3-hour one. Good thing dubai is currently hosting her shopping festival, and the buy of the lot has to be this tuxedo style jacket from Karen Millen that oozes masculinity, feminity, sensuality, and sexuality altogether…went into a little panick mode when can’t find something green I like enough to buy until the last 10 minutes…also got bath and bubble balls for indulging into my current favourite therapy, to name a few purchases.

Dinner…friends are right, better to join forces than stay in alone, thus met up with some fellow Singaporeans and Hongkies, made up by friends to acquaintances to strangers united by same race and roots on this special day…it’s our closest thing to a family reunion dinner, ‘pseudo’ to speak…there are 13 of us, and we had our own little private room too with plasma TV showing Chinese serials to special concerts featuring some familiar celebrities, which is kind of nice and fuzzy in a weird but comforting way. The fixed menu for the evening on this special occasion boasts more than 20 dishes! I have pictures to justify, though I may miss a couple of them coz I was also busy pigging out…the dishes kept rolling in I thought at one stage if they will keep serving different dishes until midnight or something. Honestly, in reflection, I could not remember the last time I tried more than 20 dishes in a go…almost feel like an emperor! It was an enjoyable evening, and I am glad that I was invited…only guilt now is I somehow had a reunion dinner when my family totally missed out because of me.

I am now staring at the new green dress that I will wear when I wake up, along with matching accessories. But don’t worry I did not go OTT…
So, bye bye piggy - see you in twelve years’ time, and hello mousey – please be nice…

Off-load

In my job, if you are sick, you can offload yourself and go home.
If a passenger is sick, he/she may get offloaded from the flight depending on severity of the case.
If a bag is too big, it gets offloaded to the cargo.
Offloading happens all the time, so flights can move on, can take off.
Am finding very hard to ‘offload’ myself to others lately. When asked what is wrong by well meaning friends and loved ones, I find myself at a loss for words to articulate my feelings. I go blank, no idea of how or where to start talking. I ended up brushing the topic off sometimes. Other times if I attempted to start somewhere, it gets lost in translation, or lame, or weird.
I don’t like that.
Mum always say to me to share any woes that come along the way, coz they are better out than in.
I have seemed to have lost but all the ability to do that. Such a simple thing, to talk your troubles out, but I may as well have lost my tongue.

Feelings of misplacement are intensifying. Continually trying to learn how to cope, to find my real place in life…stop being diagonal in this parallel universe, subjecting self to be in all’s way.

You there, thanks for being so patient the other day amid my frustrations and temper tantrums. Thanks for the virtual hugs, they are as good as they can be considering the mass physical distance between us. Sometimes hugs do best when words are scarce to find.
So here, I want to give you a big bear hug. I am still a cuddle-pot.
For all my friends, a big bear hug from me to you as well.
Please do not feel like you have to tread carefully around me.

Please do not let me breed any further awkwardness.
I am trying to get out of this constipated phase…

Changes, challenges, chasing 29

I am undergoing my promotion training. 2 days down, 2 to go.
I am using writing as an outlet to de-stress, and also to prep self for mountains more writing with the new role in EK that is to be my imminent future permanent fixture…least for the next 3 months when I will be in the pool and getting scrutinized for all sorts of paperwork and report writing. A review meeting will then take place to assess my competencies before I can be a full-fledge senior.
Right now, honestly, I am not really wishing to pass so I can go back to my peaceful little life in first class. Yah…tossing self a wet blanket coz still overwhelmed by the amount of assignments, reports and assessments that I must collate and amass to present during the review. Part also the fact that I have 2 sets of leave in between = less flights = less opportunities to complete stuff needed. Honoring my last-minute fashion, none of the 4 modules, each a full day class on own time off, has been done. This is since lun has either been busy doing all her beloved long trips then spending off days bonding with her bed, and (sheepish look surfacing) chasing season 1 of 24 and Heros (yes I am slow but I recognize the good stuff and I get there!). Half-heartedness about the impending role change plays a considerable part as well while I try to remind self what prompted the decision to go for the promotion in the 1st place……..
Alright, enough whining already. Should start focusing on what needs to be done with the precious time left. Take some responsibility and ownership, and try to stay positive, like the compliment I received from a practical today for excellent assertiveness and management. I can be assertive after all, a part of me I did not know existed sprang out and caught me by surprise.
New year, new challenges to keep life interesting and seek self-improvement and growth…push some boundaries right?

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Decided to head to gym for quick 25 minutes to continue ongoing attempt to cultivate love for the step machine. It’s the eve of my 29th anniversary of life. Made the call for some self-pampering, starting with a bath featuring Mr Butterball as bathball of the day. I can’t recall the last time I had a bath, definitely more than a year ago, thus I am justified! Anyway, I don’t need justifications for a little indulgence on this night. As I soaked and purred in relaxing bliss, I contemplated about beginning the final year of my 20s. I do not need it to start or end with a bang, just seeking contentment and well-being for self and whomever I care about. Started missing home and mum a lot, but I am thankful for all the well wishes from dear friends streaming in since this morning, allowing many extra smiling moments to happen. Kisses to you all!
It’s now just past midnight. I wish self a happy birthday mentally, with a moment of tranquility and silence surrounding and lingering after…the bath did it’s little trick. Already made another mental note to relive that indulgence in Hamburg in a few days, where that peachy, cute, deep, vintage-looking tub with the quaintest leg stands awaits! Must wash hair while submerged in water again, nearly forgot how heavenly it feels to run your fingers through your floating mane in it…another therapeutic experience.
It's time for some shut-eye, so I have enough energy to last tomorrow. Must try to at least have a nice dinner I guess…with or without the cake!

Food for thought...so to speak..

Was feeling a bit lonely, tired, drained, and hungry. It’s getting late and I have another early 5.30am rise tomorrow for training. A few critical minutes of mental struggle later, hunger won and I got up to nuke the leftover pasta that I have cooked the day before. The portion is just nice for a light meal, in my dictionary at least.
Then out of the blue I remembered the other night not so long ago…I was hungry too, and you asked me what I wanted to eat. I had no particular cravings, just hungry, not itchy-mouth hungry but really rather starved…coz we had a big family Christmas lunch that extended till 5pm, and by the time we got back it’s already pushing 11pm, justifiable judging from my notorious appetite.
You thought for a moment and suggested omelette. I frowned a little, since it’s not my favourite type of eggs, also not my expected candidate for supper.
You patiently and matter-of-factly (as an engineer would) said that it’s quick and substantial yet not too rich. Then you went on to describe what you would put in that omelette: whole cherry tomatoes plucked from the backyard, a little cheese, and bacon – all served with a lightly buttered toast under…my face began to soften, heart already sold actually. Simple yet alluring concoction somehow in that span of time. Afterall, you do make good omelettes and scrambled eggs tasty enough for me to deviate from my normal choice of sunny side-ups. In fact, I was not expected to do anything at all, just wait around in bed, obsessing with facebook, a recent addiction that you can’t make any sense of (especially this game in it called warbook).
I heard some clutter, chopping, sizzling…before I know it the aroma found it’s way into my nose, producing a mixed spontaneous effect of satiating my hunger and intensifying it at the same time. And voila! You appeared in the doorway, holding up two plates with a smile. Heh, so you must be quite hungry too huh, or perhaps a more itchy-mouth thing for you.
We didn’t waste anytime and started digging into it pretty deftly. It was one of the best, even possibly the best omelette I have ever had. I had to keep reminding self to slow down so I could savour the dish more and drag out the gastro-euphoria just a bit longer. I was not biased. It’s truly a quality omelette, that whole idea of whole cherry tomatoes working it’s magic too (apart from not making the omelette soggy as cut tomatoes do, imagine these bursts of intense ripe tomato flavours fluttering around your palette, perfectly balancing the cheese and bacon somehow)...and it’s made tonnes better yet again because it’s made for you when you are hungry without asking, and brought straight to your lap…wrapped with warmth, care and tenderness, better than words can express…which you suck at anyway. Also brought back memories of those mornings when you will let me sleep in and bring me juice and brekkie in bed. In that aspect, I am indeed spoilt to the brim. It’s what you are good at, so I guess I will just keep indulging...
I have already finished my kid-sized portion pasta by now. My tummy is happy, and feeling a bit warmer and fuzzier than it should be fueled by this short recollection. Just what I needed before I hit the lights in my cold cold room in dubai…plus a sweet lingering thought for the mind before gruesome training commence again in the morning.

updates

Finally, and naturally, 2008 arrived. 2007 seemed to have came and went like an uncatchable breeze, as in time itself. I remembered when the clock struck midnight on new years’ eve, my mind was kind of blank after the initial elevated heart rate and sense of anticipation during the last 5 seconds of 2007.

New year, new you. Seems to be a good way and reason to restart, reboot, another fresh page of your life awaiting to be written.

Some people like to suffer to feel alive...have you heard of that saying? I can relate to that to a certain extent. Decided to channel some energies towards more gym visits, one of my new years’ resolution to keep fit, so I can eat whatever I want without compromising my ever decreasing metabolism. In exchange of the physical suffering, I aim to maximize the natural high from the endorphins after the workout plus learn some perseverance along the way. I have conquered the step machine I have avoided my whole life thrice this year and learnt to change my feelings for it from loathe to respect. This is another cheapthrill milestone after my treadmill conquest 18 months ago.

Talk about natural high. Everyone likes to feel good, wants to feel good, seeks to feel good. There are many ways to attain that feeling. Thus, apart from working out a sweat to feel better, am still seeking love. Hah! What else huh…so predictable… Love…presents itself in many different kinds and ways as we all know. Everyone is loved by someone and more. I know therefore I am too. But sometimes it gets hard to see or feel the love. Perhaps the more you need it, the more evasive they get, like some twisted murphys’ law. I am choosing to be passive on the receiving end, though still happy to be aggressive giving it… being a hopeless sentimentalist and emotionalist, money can make the world go round, but love is what keeps it round.

Words have been constipated lately, put that to having too many thoughts overcrowding my mind, too messy to consolidate and translate to words to accurately reflect what I am feeling. As you may already realize that by now, this entry is sort of all over the place. Apologies if it looks like a feeble attempt to have the decency to organize my thoughts properly before sharing, but such is also an accurate reflection of my state of mind. I hope to see more clarity after getting these all out.

It’s nice to have friends organize surprise parties for you…shows that you are blessed and loved…someone cares…someone bothers…had a dear friend who received such royal treatment recently, glad to witness these things happening to people who are also dear to me…already blessed and grateful to have what I have, perhaps already taken more than I deserved anyway. I wished I was there to witness the whole event, but I was on a trip and have to miss it. Just want to feel the magic of it all.

Another dear friend finally made me remove all my dingle-dangles from one of my mobile phones because she gave me a swaroski mobile phone strap for the new year. I thought why not since it’s the beginning of a new year after all. It felt like a totally new and unfamiliar phone when it was done yesterday…sort of weird for me still.
A lot of those dangly bits that I have removed are given by friends. One is a weather charm for good weather wherever I fly to; a 3-inch snoopy-hugging-a-donut screen wiper(which I had to promise to use it before I got it. I can now say it has since been over-utilised past it’s projected retirement date), snoopy not white anymore, and battle-scarred too from all my rough handlings; an amulet given to me wishing all my dreams will come true; a skeleton jack head to honour my love for animation nightmare before Christmas…you get the idea about the clutter size by now I think.

Finally got a new 80GB ipod classic for Christmas to replace my 3rd generation dying original love, so happy that all my songs can be reunited!! Some friends ask why need so many songs when my nano with a capacity of 500songs is already plenty for most…guessed I just like that idea…all 7340 songs together and counting….still have space to put photos on top of the prints I carry around so I can feel even closer to my loved ones when I travel. I am starting to reconsolidate my playlists, which may be time-consuming, but am more than happy to oblige whenever I can.

Am also starting training as a senior in a couple of days. Have been having mixed feelings about that since I did not feel as happy or excited as I thought I will be when I got the promotion. Have done none of the assignments that I need to complete before training starts, but I guess have to grin and bare it and finish off the minimal in the next 36 hours. May still be apprehensive but guess you never know what’s in store for you until you give it a shot right? I may not be a natural born leader, but I hope I will be equipped with some useful skills during the course of the training that is really applicable and beneficial to know for any job. Time to learn something new and put my rusting brain to use! Worse come to worse, I shall go back to my little happy monotonous life in first class where responsibilities end after every landing.

The only thing that sucks is that my 4-day training is in the middle of my birthday. Then again, such is life right. It’s not the best case scenario I have envisioned but also no big deal I tell myself. Just a stupid birthday and getting older officially…nothing much to celebrate I console myself…although it will still be nice to spend the special day in Nice for the 1st time(last year), or just be in Singapore year before last…get a grip Sharon and snap out of it now! Pointless to go in circles about this. New year, new you!

Reconnecting through words

Gosh!! Realized it’s been more than 2 months since I had a new post on my blog apart from 2 minimal mood updates. Such a slack I have become of late (as much as I hate to admit it, I have to say the same for my running regime coming to a standstill…not proud at all)!

Apart from being heavily sidetracked to facebook and it’s countless addictions through the gazillion applications available, I have been busy between doing long trips and taking time off for a short Phuket R&R stint, going back to Singapore on leave to catch up with folks and friends that I can’t get enough of, and attending a dear friend’s wedding.

The little time I have left in dubai, which is actually not little since I actually had 5 days to study for my recurrent safety exams, had I not spent it going goo-goo-ga-ga over Dr House in his namesake series, therefore leaving my 4-inch manual to the last 14 hours (8 of which were spent sleeping) before the big day. I scoffed down three 24-episode seasons instead while building a ridiculously insane crush on my small screen unorthodox hero. I am not normally a fickle lover but I am afraid he has temporarily taken over Alan Shore (of Boston Legal), as guilty and torn as I feel…heheh, lun thinks her love life is not complicated enough so have to involve TV characters! I so like to torture myself with fruitless and mindless loving.

Nonetheless, these last 2 months seemed to have sped past, and the next thing I know…poof! It’s December! I freaked for a bit…2007 is suddenly ending, just like this…time is as cruel as it is precious and priceless. Started performing a quick mental review of the ending year’s Hi and Lo-lites, while starting yet another procrastinating new year’s resolution list - the usual suspects on it including eat less, shop less, run more, earn/save more, and getting that damn driving license. How can I start procrastinating less for a start? In the end I also decided to add “achieve happiness and content from inside out with the little things in life”, after “continue effort to reduce carbon footprints”.

I shall recommence my running in Perth when I get there in the next 2 days, as I love putting along the swan river with a very satisfying and boosting 10km circuit, that is provided I persevere to finish it! In fact, I will be happy just to do half of the circuit since it's been a while since I last did the whole shebang.

Between now and then, I shall try to recuperate from the 8-day trip I just finished whilst running around dubai to complete a pile of paperwork and tests that I don’t even want to go into, to renew another contract. Come Jan 2008 and I will complete 6 years with EK! Gosh again! I am feeling old.

Hopefully I will find some time to update more of recent events, especially sharing afterthoughts, if not at least let some pictures do the talking for me, of the wedding I attended and Phuket…
I do have lots to say and share, especially to those friends that I miss in the last 2 months…allow me to reconnect, slowly but surely.

Shannon and Ayden

Michelle and Lionel welcomed their 1st bundle of joy Shannon Lin XueWen on sep 1st, weighing 3.24kg and measuring 51cm long.
Natalie and Jeff also welcomed their second prince Ayden on sep 18.
My heartfelt congratulations to these proud parents I also call my friends!
I was fortunate to be in Singapore on 2nd sep and got to joy to meet Shannon, then barely 2 days old, at the hospital. I remember the moment I walked in and saw Michelle, I was overwhelmed with feelings of respect and awe for her and all that she went through to produce this little miracle. Perhaps this being the first time in my adult life that I have visited someone I know who just gave birth to a new life and embracing the role of a mother for the first time.

She looked exhausted, yet so beautiful and noble at the same time.

Waited a while before the baby was brought back in. She is so small, so red, so cute, so peaceful. I was offered to hold the baby, and got very excited even though I was a little jittery for fear of hurting her with my clumsiness. Lionel helped pick her up and transferred her to my arms. Her head is so soft I was worried I may leave marks or dents on her but I was reassured. She is a warm bundle, smelled good, and slept most of the time in my arms. There were a few moments when she may have gotten uncomfortable and her whole face will always turn to an alarming bright red with her little struggles, while I will panic and try to rock her back to sleep.

I realized that I could keep staring at her sleeping face and not get sick or bored or tired, and she is not my baby…I try to imagine how much much more Lionel and Michelle will feel…and another wave of overwhelm hits.
I did not get to see Ayden yet though I received a picture of him on my phone. He weighed a hefty 3.57kg and is an impressive 55cm long!! He resembled so much like Nat for now, as I am told babies’ features change rapidly. He is cute as a button too.
I will miss Shannon’s 1st month celebration on the 29th, and will probably miss out on Ayden’s too. But I can’t wait to see them next and see how much they have grown!

Crew conflict

Just back from another whopper 9-day trip to Singapore, Brisbane and auckland, the longest trip pattern we have, when good crew are absolutely essential to maintain sanity and motivation. I have to say all the crew are super nice, with the exception of 2 (out of 16) which so happen to be working in the same cabin as me. I have flown with both of them before on separate flights with a not-so-good residual impression. Let’s call them crew A and crew B. A and B also flown with each other before and made it pretty clear that they do not enjoy mutual presence.
A has been with EK from the start which equates to roughly 20 years. He loves being THE boss and made sure you know he is THE boss. B is just a generally hard person to tackle, bitchy too. To add icing on the cake, both of them are fasting muslims in compliance to the holy month of Ramadan, thus they are hungry, thirsty and sluggish half the time. A and B are similar in many ways. While some say 2 birds of the same flock together, they are more tending to two like poles constantly repelling each other. They resented each other from the start, and these feelings could only get worse and snowball with each passing day.
They are also experts in verbal war and sarcasm in their own league. I could not help but marvel in the midst of own exasperation how they manage to constantly haul insults at each other in all smiles, charm and calm. They even make coffee for each other and did stretches in the galley together! Instead of trying to avoid each other’s path to minimize friction, they love maximizing contact while carrying own potion of venom to attack at every chance.
The worst thing is, I felt victimized by it all. You see, A will bitch to me about B when she is away and B will bitch to me about A when he is away. Somehow I must have this face that says “complain to me, dump all your grievances on me”. I am stuck between the two of them, trying to maintain a neutral stance and getting sick of hearing all the bad things each have to say about the other.
On one particular occasion, B came storming into the galley. “Do you know what A just said to me?”
“what…?”, I responded half-heartedly and with dread.
“He says that if I keep eating like I do, I will soon have problems fitting between the aisles! How rude is that?! He is not skinny himself! How dare he…hmmmpphh!”
“Perhaps you can tell him it’s ok as long as your husband likes the way you are…”, came a weak response from me since she is married.
“I already said that! I am happy with the way I am and I enjoy my food and life.”
Suddenly, in came A out of nowhere.
“Oh, here you are! I was just telling Sharon what you said to me about my weight,” B coos with a broad smile on her face, while mine is getting ashen, my eyeballs popping and fighting to stay in the sockets.
#@*##^!!! I am suddenly involuntarily involved and in the middle of the war zone. It is one thing to listen to each of them complaining separately, and totally another to be caught in the middle of a cross-fire.
“Yes yes yes, you should not eat so much like I said before, “ A retorted without the slightest flinch, and with all smiles of course.
The next 30 seconds of verbal battle is all but a hazy memory coz my mind decided to shut them out. Then, I was disrupted when B proceeded to pick up a piece of sweet from the petit fours platter on the galley top, waved it deliberately in front of A before putting it into her mouth along with face and sound effects of satisfaction. Why on earth is she further aggravating him??? Realizing there is no way of diffusing the situation and refusing to stay and be a witness to two silly and immature egos fighting, I excused myself lamely and ran to business class to seek refuge.
The rest of the crew were more unfazed by the ongoing conflict between them two. Although they were all aware of the tension, they don’t need to bear the brunt of it all like me since they don’t get the bombardment of complaints that seemed to only flow toward me. We are all adults, there has to be a better way of addressing and resolving issues apart of childish and petty tactics. Don’t they get tired of all the constant bickering? I am mentally tortured and exhausted, and I am not even the one having conflicts.
My only comfort and relief is Singapore.
At least they did not engage in physical fights using fists or our very heavy and deadly silver trays like some other stories I heard. The most shocking one so far involved one passenger literally tossing his own pile of shit into another passenger’s face! You must know that before he can do that he must go to the lavatory and pick up his own shit into his own hands…what a remotely disgusting act! I try to blame that on oxygen-deprived brains messing with the mind and being stuck in 35,000 feet in a metal tube full of people. It propels strange and extreme behaviour from people somehow. But that is another topic of discussion.
Just glad that the trip is over. I am now praying that there will be no major crew conflict in my next trip in two days, which is the second longest trip we have that spans 8 days. Wish me luck.