Brisbane, Australia

I was excited to go to Brisbane even when I was sick that day. I forced myself to regain my strength quickly because I couldn't pass up the chance to hug a koala. I think it's the only place in the world where it is legal to do so! Yay!

I went out alone armed with a map from the hotel. I walked a few distance before I reached the bus stop that would take me to the Koala Sanctuary. A Few elderly ladies were waiting with me by the bus stop and I saw them holding a map to the same location I wanted to be dropped off to. So I sat behind them in the bus and thought I’d just get off at the same time they would. I was afraid I might not know when to get off and might get lost.

The trip going to the sanctuary was satisfying. There was a sense of belongingness as I watched the trees line up closer and closer together. The houses that were scattered here and there reminded me of the embroidery that I used to do back in high school: houses that were almost hidden in their garden; plants, bushes, and vines climbing up the roof, scattering flowers all over the place. There were small houses painted in yellow, with white little fences and huge trees that added a sort of enchantment to the place.

Finally we reached a small round clearing, barricaded with more plants, wooden signs and the smell of freshly-torn leaves of eucalyptus.

I sighed, wishing I was with someone who could take a decent picture of me in that place. Then I panicked, as I thought there would be no one to take my pictures with the kangaroos! Then I just settled with “begging” strangers to do it for me.

I noticed this girl who was alone as I was. She had a camera in her hand and was figuring out how to snap a picture of herself by the wooden welcome sign. Like fate has brought these two lost little girls together, I offered to take her pictures if she takes mine. Hah! And it seemed natural that we would go together around the sanctuary, relying on each other’s helping hand. She was a nice gal. I learned that she had saved enough money from her previous job to backpack around the world on her own. She told me of her travels and that her next stop after Brisbane would be New Zealand. She was easy to talk to, like long time friend that I’ve already known. I really admire her adventurous spirit and her calm demeanor.



The kangaroo reserve was like a dream. The kangaroos roamed and interacted freely with people in this wide open plain. It was naturally enclosed by beautiful flowering trees. I had fun feeding the kangaroos and seating beside them. They were not scared at all, and I wasn't with them. They're really funny animals that like to scratch their bums.



We were able to do a lot: take pictures with the kangaroos, watch a sheep-herding show, feed colorful birds, and hug the koalas! The koala I held was very lethargic, with huge eyes, and an I-could-care-less look that was so cute I wanted to cry.
There were even koala babies that looked like stuffed toys. I wanted to take one home with me!

After a day in wonderland, I went back to the city with enough time to walk around. I noticed this street artist who had a plastic tube in his mouth. I figured he was breathing through it to avoid inhaling the fumes that come out of the spraypaint he was using to create his Art. It was genius! He had a knapsack where he kept his oxygen tank, and another sack to put all his paper garbage after he’s done. He’s like a walking Art studio. Being inclined in Arts myself, I watched him paint for a good two hours before I decided to head back to the hotel.

Singapore

Singapore is incomparable! I love it!

It is in this place that I was able to dream of a wonderful future. *sigh*
I have friends who were working here, and I’ve contacted them and told them of my arrival. They met up with me and it was just like the old times again!

I remember worrying that I might get lost or my friend might not show up at our meeting place. I worried for nothing because I was taken directly to the address that I showed this nice taxi driver, and I stood in front of 7-11 for a few minutes before I saw my friend finishing up his cigarette by the bus stop. Apparently, he was waiting for me there, thinking I got on the bus. Heck no, I always take a cab when I’m an alien.


I was hungry so the first thing we did was EAT. If you love eating, Singapore would definitely be a paradise. I was drooling the entire time. But first, we had to go up the establishment were my friend was working so he could leave his things and tour me around. He pointed out to me the place where he usually buys his lunch and I decided to have a try. It was a small cafeteria-like place and there were trays of fresh vegetables, seafood, dumplings, and meat on the table. To order, you’d pick the ingredients you want and you put it in your bowl. My friend ordered 2 lime juices for us. It was going to be perfect with the spicy food we were about to devour. Oh my Goodnessss! Food like these make me realize how much I love my life! Damn! This is why the Emo effect is hard to accomplish; I'm just having too much fun.


Take me to the Mr. Lion!
It may not be in Sentosa, but Mr. Lion is Mr. Lion.

..and look, Lion Junior.






Is this Durian???

Welcome to Esplanade!
Singapore looks a whole lot better with this structure poking out in the middle of the city.

After a day of LOOKIE! LOOKIE! We plopped down the cushiony seats of Starbucks - facing lion junior, under a bridge- with very cold frapuccinos.

Ahhh... life.

Jakarta, Indonesia

I am amazed as to how this place totally resembles Manila. We were staying in Jakarta for 3 days so I was hoping boredom wouldn’t hit me again.

When we got there, I was reminded of Mauritius as we turned to an off-beaten road and into an old hotel with a resort ambiance. Behind the hotel is a round pool with turtle gargoyles spouting water from its mouths. The garden was very pretty; plants of varying flowers were sprawled all over the entire landscape. It’s like there were tiny secret gardens everywhere...so romantic. The Koi ponds are lovely, with the cascading flowers on the Gazebos and Trellises framing around them. I had such a serene feeling from walking amongst the myriad of plants and trees.

It was a very lazy late afternoon. The sun was about to set, and I was full from the juicy cheeseburger I had ordered from room service. I decided to walk around the garden and maybe relax by the pool. Some of the crew were already there, discussing where to go: volcanic tours, Safaris, or white water rafting. I signed up for the latter hoping it’ll be a blast- a change from my usual quiet escapade. However, my dream of a little adventure shattered the next morning when they said that the water level was too low to raft safely. We were all bummed out as we separated ways, looking for things to do.

I was with a Filipina crew and we decided to just go to the mall because there was a free shuttle from the hotel. It took a little while before we reached the city center and I was still thinking of Manila looking at all the buildings and flyovers. The Mall is a mix of Shangri La and Glorietta. And the shops and ‘tiangges’ also looked the same. I saw Quickly and rushed to it, thirsting for a choco loco drink. You wouldn’t believe the currency they had here: 1 USD = 11,150.66 IDR. Everyone's a millionaire, and so was I!

Wahaha! I tilted my head back and made a fan out of my allowance.

“Inday, bring out the slaves from their cell! It’s time to gather cocoas for my drink!”

I stood from a distance and pointed at the drink I wanted. Poor girl, she was hurrying about making my drink. She must have been hyperventilating when I left.


When we got back to the hotel, I was hitting myself on the head for not bringing a swimsuit. The pool looked so inviting. Nevertheless, I had a great time in Jakarta even if it was a very quiet stay. All I had to do was sit and sway with the wind like a cucumber... make that like a bamboo. ^_^

Why I work as Cabin Crew

I have recently received a comment from a previous entry, and I would like to share it with my readers- if there are any others who are just as curious. I’ve pasted the comment below followed by my thoughts regarding the matter. I hope you would learn and understand a lot more of my thoughts in this kind of career after reading this.

Hi! I'm a half-hearted aspiring flight attendant. Based on your entries, I see you as an articulate and bright girl which makes me wonder why you chose to be a flight attendant? Don't get me wrong. I'm not belittling you or whatever but I would just like to ask your opinion about something that has been bothering me for a long time. See, I came from a reputable university (and I mean it). I graduated with latin honors and am currently undiecided whether or not I am meant to be in the industry that most people think I should be in (wont mention that here though). Anyway, so my question is that... every time you go on your flights and serve meals and attend to the needs of your passengers, doesn't it make you feel that all the efforts to finish school are put to waste? coz i know that some of your contemporaries are not even degree holders, right? where does brains go into a career that seems to rely more on beauty and charm? again, i'm not here to mock FAs coz as what i said earlier, I am seriously considering a career as a FA. I know I shouldn't be worried about what other people think but I do worry about these things esp because I know that a lot is expected from me. I do want a stable career. And I'm just not sure if being a FA could promise me that.

Thank you for taking the time to share with me your thoughts on this. It’s interesting enough to know that someone is thinking what I’ve also been wondering about before I became a flight attendant.

For one thing: Yes, I have a college degree under my belt. But there is no way that I’m going to start comparing myself to my colleagues here in Emirates. It is true that most of them have not reached the educational achievement that I’ve had, but it doesn’t make me any more superior than them. Working here, with different people of diverse nationalities, it would humble you to know how much you actually don’t know. It may sound cliche to you, but it is true when they say that learning takes you to a higher playing field when taken outside of the classroom walls. In every industry you get into, there will always be something new to smack into your head that outsiders have no clue on. People only see the uniform, but they will never know what it's really like until they become one. There is so much more to this job...

Let me ask you, what made you notice this career in the first place?



Yes, I do the dirty work- the kind I wasn’t used to doing: I kneel down and collect someone else’s garbage; I wipe up after someone who just had to leave something nasty behind; I swallow the hurt and the tears when someone bites my head off for something I have no control over. I have to do a lot of those things which I despise and never would have thought of doing in my lifetime. I felt that I was just beating myself up for nothing at all. Yet something about what I do makes me proud of myself...damn proud.

Some people may think differently of this career, but I know it is something I’ve grown to love. There are people out there, who value what I do. A lot of times I feel no different from anyone inside the plane. Regardless of social or professional status, I’m still as self-sufficient, morally conscientious, and personally dignified as any 9-5 desk-bound workers. I am learning everyday, and I’m progressing in every aspect of how I want my life to be.

I doesn’t feel like I’ve wasted my time earning a degree to be stereotyped as an airplane maid- there is nothing wrong with that term. As when service is given, in whatever type of job, it is still service rendered, hence, a servant.

I am no different from any other servant.I am just the kind who is earning way too much, traveling way too much, and enjoying way too much. I am not tied to a desk with a mountain of paper work waiting for a measly pay at the end of the month. I have no stain of shame or regret whatsoever. I’m doing this, because I decided to.

Sure there would always be days when I just feel like tearing my hair apart and throwing the towel in. Then, there would be days when I feel like I’m the luckiest girl in the world. This is like any other job after all, imperfectly suiting imperfects. I'm not saying that I'm going to grow old here. In my opinion, it's not a kind of career to last me a lifetime. But I am here to enjoy my youth, to learn as much as I can about my world, and to save up until such a time when I feel like settling down back home again. I's such a simple plan, really.

So, I think in whatever career you choose to pursue, it will always be questioning yourself whether or not you are happy with what you do - not only with what you are capable of doing.

Oh, and yeah, I'm earning way too much! ^_^

Sydney, Australia

It was sunny, but the air was freezing! I couldn’t judge Sydney fairly because as I've told you in my previous posts, I hate cold places! It was too late when I found out it was winter. Next time, I won’t forget to check my destination’s weather report.

I didn’t bring a freakin’ coat! Good thing I had this turtle neck -a friggin' turtle neck! I know!!! I don't like wearing them because they choke me, and I don't have much neck to cover anyway. But they always come in handy so I keep them in the bottom of my cabin bag for cases as this. It got a bit warmer as the day went by. It's just that my itty bitty frame could crack so easily from a chilly gush of wind. You know...whoosh... and away my body goes.

All I had for footwear was this Nike ballet shoes. The hell was i thinking bringing ballet shoes?! *sigh* It wasn’t a problem for long though because I bought myself one of those fuzzy UGG boots! Yay! I should have chosen chocolate brown over the black ones though. But who cares, my feet were warm!

I was supposed to meet my cousin here; for some reason she did not contact me in the hotel, and I didn’t have her number! Oh well, I'm in Sydney, might as well make the most out of it.

Our hotel was convenient, being in the middle of the city. I was able to walk around without having to worry about getting lost. And because I was with a fellow crew, Kanukporn, the sweetest Thai girl I’ve met, I had fun going around town. And eerr.. I just love how her name rolls off my tongue like that.

After taking a short sightseeing of the Sydney Bridge and famed Opera house, we headed back to the hotel for a morning snack in this hole-in-the-wall Chinese store. I had bacon and egg sandwich with ketchup and Mayo! Yum! Plus a Gatorade to perk me up. I HEART Gatorade! Moving on, we went to different surf shops and I bought this cute board shorts for my hunny (no Sponge Bob prints). I love shopping!

I passed by the Darling Harbor and we went into this mall where I ate again. Yes, I was pigging out. It is one of the best reason why I am still a cabin crew. I don’t put on weight, maybe that is also one of the best reason why they hired me as cabin crew. hehe. Kidding you.

I took a lot of pictures. Actually, Kanukporn insisted on taking them. She had been here before and she didn’t want hers taken anymore. All she wanted to do then was to buy an iPhone. So I scooted her off to wherever she plans on going and I targeted a bookstore to purchase what I’ve been searching for. Good thing they had a copy – the only one left! I don’t know if it’s even a good read, but it’s been recommended by a fellow crew. AROUND THE WORLD IN A BAD MOOD. Hah! Figured.

All in all, Sydney wasn’t so bad. I just really don't like cold places. And when I’m freezing, I can’t think much because my brain shrinks to a prune. Only ask me questions that can be answered with a shake of a head or a shrill “yesss” through gritted teeth, any more effort and I’d throw ice cubes at you. But surely I’d be looking forward to going back again, uhhmm, come summer time.

Zurich, Switzerland

I know I’ve been gone away for a long time, but there just wasn’t anything good to write about.

I’ve been in and out of some of the most interesting places in the world, and yet I somehow I feel hollow and numb. Maybe fate has another thing up its sleeves, or maybe it's just me. For now, I'll just shrug the feeling away.

I got to fly with my close friend, Chang, from training college. We were thrilled especially that we were flying to Zurich.

We had plans on bicycling around the

trail of the forested hotel, but we were too tired to do it already when we arrived. Instead, we took a shuttle going to the train station and get to the city center from there. The station was beautiful. It reminded me of Hogwarts Express in the Harry Potter series. It was everything described in the book, without the platform 9 3/4 of course.

When we got out of our stop, the first picture I took was of this building that looked like the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If you look for the image of the fictional school in Wikipedia, it has some similarities in architecture. I couldn’t help but admire the resemblance- i’m addicted to Harry Potter! It gave me a sort of entry into Harry’s world even though I was aware we weren’t really in London. Hehe.

Zurich is lovely.

We walked around its nostalgic streets and small cobblestone alleys. It had charming buildings clustered together, with adorable coffee shops and specialty stores. It wasn’t hard to not fall in love with the place. Time flew by and we didn’t even notice our feet hurting from all the hours of walking we did.

We took a rest near this fountain area and played with a cute doggy who knew how to pose for the camera. It made me want to get a puppy again.

After a day’s stroll, we stopped by a supermarket to buy some biscuits and drinks before we headed back to the hotel.

Revisting Mauritius

I’ve visited Mauritius again, and this time, it was not as impressive. The resort we were supposed to be staying at was fully booked, so they made us stay in this resort which was 2 hours away from the airport. I was already tired even before we started the flight because I couldn’t get any sleep. And I was drained out of my strength when we had to ride on this tiny van along this bumpy road.

We were welcomed by a huge black gate with gold trimmings and a brick façade. From the outside, it looked like a path leading to a residential mansion: a short driveway with tropical plants and trees abound.

I got out of the car feeling nauseous, but it was good that the air was a bit chilly despite being in a tropical country. I was refreshed when we were greeted with drinks and hot towels, and I got a better look of the resort.

There were these coconut trees sprouting all over this vast wading pool – a very pretty sight. But what I loved most about the place was the casitas sprawled in one area, with flowers like forget-me-not’s and bird’s of paradise, and robust trees surrounding them.

The ocean was right in the front of the main restaurant, but the casita in which I was staying at was beside a lake lined with

mangroves along the shore. It had an off-beaten pathway with some driftwood fences along the perimeter, and paired trees with white hammocks. I had a wonderful time walking and lounging in this area. The geese that were playing in the water and the birds that were singing in the trees made me fall asleep in one of the hammocks.

Birmingham, England

One thing I don't like about European Layovers...

...they all look the same!

Besides, I don't like the weather; it's too cold for me, as I don't have enough fat to insulate my body.

That's why even before we got to Birmingham, I decided to stay cooped up in the hotel room- again. Argh! I promised myself I would avoid another freakin’ European layover.



I spent only over 2 hours out on the streets to take some pictures before hurrying back to the hotel. I got some nice shots of some buildings and didn’t even wonder what they stood there for. Everywhere you’d see people in suits scurrying about without any spark of life in their souls. It’s like the citizens here are stuck in a job limbo that they can’t get out of.

I pity them. How sad their lives are. I mean, why would you allow yourself to suffer in a job you hate? The people I saw look like they hated what they were doing.

As for me, I didn’t care that I forgot my comb and didn’t even bother to primp myself up...maybe just some sun block on my face. Damn this cold weather. Maybe that's the reason why people here were so grumpy. Hmmm...

Thank goodness for Vaseline. I couldn’t live without it in this kind of weather. I was only happy to be getting a few pound$ richer for doing this flight.

Beijing, China

PEK…

Peking?.. PEK! Ohmygosh! I’m going to Beijing!


I thought of all the places I wanted to go to: the Ming tombs, the Chinese opera, the Forbidden City, the Great Wall of China!

The flight wasn’t so bad. Though, most of the time, the cabin smelled of aged cheese. I wonder why they raise their feet on other people’s seats - and no one seemed to mind?!

Since we have arrived late in the afternoon, it was already too late to plan any sightings. A Brazilian colleague, Karina, wanted to go see the opera, but I figured I’d save my energy that night for our agenda the next morning. We actually wanted to go to the Great Wall of China; it was forecasted to rain, so we didn’t take the tour package to go there. We decided to go to the Forbidden City instead, since it was close to the hotel. We can just take a cab going there. Besides, there will be other Beijing flights, so we only had to see at least one heritage sight this time.

Waiting for nightfall, with nothing to do, I went out and explored a bit by myself. The people from concierge said there is a shopping mall nearby, but I walked far off the direction they told me. I didn't notice, because it didn’t look like a mall at all! It was like an old building with plastic strips for doors. You know, the ones hanging on fridge trucks? Yup, those were used for the entrance. I slipped by it, and found a wet market inside. There were stalls of fresh vegetables, seafood, meat, herbal medicines, and that sort. I figured I’d want to buy some food that I could eat in the hotel, but I was afraid to buy anything from there yet- they were selling live worms! I ended up buying a steamed bun and a health drink from 7-11 which was also nearby. The 711, I realized, actually sold more hardware stuff than food.

The next day, I met up with Karina to go to the Forbidden City. It was a sunny day after all! Damn those forecasts! Anyhoo…

It wasn’t far as I’ve expected. We got off at this red arch which I thought to be the entrance to the City. But the other tourists there said we had to take this cart ride going to the south entrance, so I hopped at the back of the cart and enjoyed a short but pleasant trip with a good view.

The entrance was grand and magnificent. We bought the ticket and this audio tour in which they’d give you this sort of I-pod thingy that walks you through the history of the place. The city was vast; though I wanted to see everything, I could only walk straight from end to end. There were sensors which trigger the audio contraption to play. It told me where I was, what the place was used for, the royalties who resided there, and other things I couldn’t remember. It sparked my interest to learn a bit more about the city. It was like being in another world, in another dimension. I loved being there. Surely I’d want to go there again!

I didn’t notice the time pass by so quickly; I was completely immersed in the Forbidden City’s magnificent history. Every time I reach a building, I’d hope for the audio thingy to talk me through what I was seeing.

“You have reached the Hall of Supreme Harmony. It is the ceremonial centre of imperial power, and the largest surviving wooden structure in the country. Look up, you will notice 10 gargoyles on its roof ridge, signifying it’s importance among all of the other buildings.”

…amazing….

“This is the Palace of Earthly Harmony...”

...let me guess… this is where the magic happens?...hehe

“…In the Ming Dynasty it was the residence of the Empress. However, the Empress moved out of the Palace following the Emperor's move out of the Palace of Heavenly Purity…”

…whoopsie…my bahd…

“However, two rooms in the Palace of Earthly Harmony were retained for use on the Emperor's wedding night. The wedding ceremony would be held in the main room, and afterwards the Emperor and Emperess would retire to one of these rooms. Between these two palaces is the Hall of Union.”

Woot! Mr. Emperor!

Reaching a smaller archway, revealing a building on top of the “man-made” hill, was a compact garden with beautiful trees and plant ornaments.

“This is the Imperial Garden. In some days, the Emperor would come here, and choose from among the girls lined up in this garden, as his next concubine.”

*cough*

We’ve finished the tour of the Forbidden City by arriving to the north gate of the palace, the Gate of Divine Might. Looking over my shoulder, I promised myself I’d go back to this place again some time in the near future. After handing back the audio pieces, Karina and I took a cab and went to Silk Market to do some shopping.

I was surprised that it looked very much like Greenhills, with the tiangges (bazaars) around. It would have been heaven for shopaholics if they were Chinese, but you wouldn’t be buying anything here if they raise their price a hundred times over once they know you’re a foreigner.

You see, I was going to buy a strappy sandal, which would probably cost around a hundred pesos (us$3) in Manila. But I was shocked when they asked Y580 (us$86) for it. I managed to haggle it down to Y50 (us$7)! Believe it or not, I didn't buy it. No matter how good of a haggler you are, it’s stupid to waste your energy in bargaining extortions such as this. Forget it.

Anyway, I ended up buying some vegetables in the marketplace place again when we got back to the hotel. I wanted to take them with me back to Dubai. This time though, I didn’t even bother to speak. I just picked up all the things I needed, shoved Y50 in the seller’s basket, and I ended up with a bargain! Yup, If I didn’t talk, they’d think I’m a local, doing my regular shopping after work. So I only spent Y8 (us$2) of my market money. hehe

Being half Chinese, but speaking nil, I’m an alien in sheepskin in this country. I really should be thinking of studying Mandarin formally. Seriously.

Going back to Dubai was fairly easy as well. I even got to hold this cute baby boy who wanted nothing more than to sleep in my arms. Awww, such a sweet sweet boy. It's times like these when I feel that I have the best job in the world.

CapeTown, South Africa

“Attention reserve crew 388***, Please report to the Cabin Crew Briefing station”, came a raspy voice, amplified from the speakers all over the Emirates Briefing Center.

When they pulled me out from standby, I was frantic to know where on earth they’re going to send me to this time. The suspense was getting to me; I really don’t know how to handle things when they come as surprises.

Putting on my red hat and dragging my handbag on top of my trolley, I hurried to the station eager to know if I was going to do a quick turnaround or another layover in God-knows-where.

“You are going to CapeTown,” a man bulging in his white polo said, as he handed me the voyage report containing the flight information I needed.

In my head, I didn’t know whether I should be happy or dread the trip, as I have no clue what CapeTown was like, not as a destination, but as a flight with yet an unknown passenger profile. This is one of the newest destinations of Emirates and I have yet to receive details of how the service usually goes. I had no clue whether the passengers were going to be demanding, passive, or just a plain bunch of sleepy people.

As I scurried to the shuttle bus, the purser held me in immigration for a moment to introduce me to the flight deck crew. After which, I was introduced to the rest of the team as we rode along the airport runway.

Girl 1: “ayan na sya…yung pull out...koreana pala eh” (there she is, the one who got pulled out..so.. she’s korean)

Girl 2: “ah ok naman, mukha naman syang mabait eh” (oh, alright, she seems nice)

There were 3 filipinos huddled together in one seating row, looking at me. No wonder other nationalities call us the Filipino mafia, we always stick together anywhere.

“Hi, alam mo ba kung gaano katagal yung flight?” (do you know how long the flight is?) I asked the Filipina beside me, who I later discovered was one of our SFSs (senior flight steward).

“Oh, I think it’s going to be around 9 hours” she quickly replied.

“ah ganun ba. Ang tagal pala noh, akala ko sandali lang itong flight.” I snickered. (oh, It's that long- I thought this flight was going to be a short one.)

“…”,

she looked at me, seemingly puzzled, then her eyes widened,

“ hayyy pinay ka pala! anu ba yan, nag English pa ako!” ( You're a Filipina! And here I was talking to you in English!)

We let out hearty laughs and she introduced me to the other Pinoys.

The flight was difficult; the passengers liked to drink a lot and have almost depleted all of our liqueurs in the aircraft. I even had my skin peeled off my palm- from opening bottles of wine. Ouch!

Going to our hotel, I noticed a vast plain with plenty of scrap metal boxes littered randomly. Turns out, there were more shanties there than in Manila.

We were welcomed by the hotel staff with these colorful candies and yummy guava juice- a nice treat indeed. It was decided before we took a rest, that we Filipino Mafias would go together to Table Mountain the next morning. It was good because the others were taking the “package tour” which was unreasonably priced for us thrifty Pinoys. LOL. And it turned out that our own little adventure was way better than the packaged tour, because by the time they went to table mountain, it was already too foggy to see anything. We were lucky we went out earlier and saw this amazing view!



Good thing I brought with me this thick winter jacket; it was freezing cold up there! We took this cable car going up the summit. I was too scared to look anywhere so I just focused at the station on top. The summit was flat alright, that’s why it’s called Table Mountain. I couldn’t put into words how spectacular the view was. It was heaven. The clouds were at my feet, and the rising sun made everything look like gold. The sea beneath the clouds is sparkling like bright jewels, and the mountain beyond, called the devil’s peak, sharply jots out of the fluffy clouds.




We descended about an hour or so. We were famished so we decided to eat at the waterfront. There were some lovely restaurants by the bay, mostly selling fish & chips, but we decided on a steakhouse. This is South Africa after all, where steaks are a national pride. We had to have a bite of it.

Looking out at the ocean, I couldn’t believe how wonderful the sky was. Humans are not deserving of such a wondrous sight.

We should be grateful for each moment. For each moment, a miracle is created.

April Drama

After endless worrying if I’m ever gonna get home soon, I’ve finally been granted the bids I’ve been eyeing out since I’ve stepped in Dubai: Manila Flights!

For the entire month of April, I’ve flown in and out of manila three times! Lucky! Lucky! Even if it were only for 2 days layover for each flight, I was so happy to be immersed again in my own native tongue.
But for the first flight I did, I was greeted with somber news; my pup died. *sob* She was a loving friend to me, always cheering me up despite my scowls at her. For 6 years she lived so carefree. I wish I could have done more for her. There should be a doggie heaven; if not, then I’d gladly share mine with her – if I go to heaven that is. I can’t believe she’s not going to be there each time I come home, to jump up and down on my feet, begging to be picked up. I just love stuffing my face into her furry coat. Rest in peace my beloved Chatu. No other fluff ball can ever replace you in my heart. I wish I could give you just one last hug...I love you so much...I will miss you always...

*wails and hugs a tissue box*

okay...

On the lighter note, I finally got engaged!
I’ve been together with Ben for 88 months now, and I think it’s a dream come true to finally confirm our love for each other.He is my pillar, my strength, my reason for moving on through tough roads. He is my pride and my joy. He is God's gift to me. What can I say, this is bliss.

After all those Manila flights, I was able to use my vacation leave this month of May and use the ticket that the company provided for me. I spent all my days with my bunny and we went food tripping like we used to. I’m so excited to make the wedding plans with him. I’m a giddy girl, if I had a tail it’d be wagging like crazy.

Frankfurt, Germany

I thought it would be difficult for me to tour around the place since they said I had to use the train to get me to the city center. .Good thing I was with the rest of economy crew who also wanted to go sight seeing. We started early and walked a couple of blocks before reaching the station. Looking around, it was deserted and we felt like aliens as we briskly walked down a street. It was like being in that movie "The Silent Hill", where at any moment, monsters would come out of the buildings.
We actually got lost. Not knowing what train to get on,it took a lot of fussing with the map and a stranger helping us before we were able to know where our stop was. When we got off the subway, I smelled heavenly baked bread. I wanted to buy some, thinking I could chow down while we strolled around. I remember hitting myself on the head for forgetting my wallet. Dear Diego rescued me, lending me 20 euros, and I bought cinnamon rolls from it costing only 1 euro.

The place was buzzing about, a direct opposite of the eerie feeling of walking on the outskirts of the city. There were a lot of interesting stuff to see. I laughed when I saw a shoe hanging on top of a tree. Too bad I forgot to take a picture of it. We went straight to the plaza as I told them I wanted to take pictures.

Certainly I could remember in high school a Social Science project- a hand-sewn Germany flag. Who knew that one day, I’d be strolling around the country, a thousand miles from home.

Even before we landed, I knew I wanted to have my picture taken with the Germany flag. So when we got to the city hall of Frankfurt am Main, I became trigger happy, snapping pictures all over, posing tirelessly in front of the Römer.


The Römerberg Plaza was so cute. It reminded me so much of Prontera, a fictional city from an online game I used to play. They had these little stores on the first level of these doll-like houses and some lovely coffee shops just outside.
I was standing outside a souvenir shop when diego wanted me to snap his picture with this bronze statue of a fish, with water sprouting from its mouth. He posed sideways, pretending to pee. Tourists… tsk. ^_^









I was happy to settle down and have coffee with them outside the plaza, choosing a seat where the morning sun would hit us. The air was a bit chilly; it was a nice feeling to be out, warm and toasty in the sun. I ordered a sundae and they ordered cappuccinos. I’ve had enough of coffee on my flights, I wasn’t about to miss out on eating ice cream loaded with heavy whipped cream. Yum!