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2009-03-06T04:30:00.000-08:00

Person1: “It’s Sofala!”
Person2: “who?”
Person1: “Sofalaaaa!”

Ok, so what happened to this blog and where was I?

I was being a "lazy trashcan filled with poop". I thought that I didn’t have enough readers except for a few who got lost in the net.

Then, the scenario above. In my own miniscule-pretend-universe, I am popular. LOL. Yeah. And so, after I had strangers coming up to me, asking if I was Sofala...

...why yes my dear, I am THE Sofala. hehe ^_^

So I'm back!

I’ve managed to save my posts except for the lovely comments that came with it.

So please, If you want me to know that there are people out there who have nothing else to do but read about my worldly life, please wipe your butt on the screen and leave your scent. I promise I do read all your comments, so a line or two will let me know that you’ve dropped by.

See yah!

Brisbane, Australia

2008-10-18T02:26:00.000-07:00

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

2008-10-11T01:00:00.000-07:00

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

2008-09-21T00:02:00.000-07:00

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

2008-09-06T01:45:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-16T05:15:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-08T04:45:00.000-07:00

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

2008-07-12T10:21:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-28T09:46:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-15T09:14:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-08T08:37:00.000-07:00

“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

2008-05-05T08:24:00.000-07:00

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

2008-03-20T10:07:00.000-07:00

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!

Mauritius: My First Operational Flight

2008-03-13T07:43:00.000-07:00

My first operational flight was to Honeymoon Island! Yay!

You could very well taste the icing circulating in the cabin;we gave so many cakes to newlyweds that we had to give away champagnes too! We can’t let them alone with all those sugary goodness without love potions to chug ‘em down.

Since it was my first layover in another country, I felt that the 5-hour flight was too long – or maybe that was just the excitement in me dragging the time. Gahhhd! I just wanted to tear off my uniform and head for the water!

When we got out of the aircraft, the warm, moist wind swept my veil, making my skin feel clammy and sticky. This was the same feeling as being on one of the beaches in the Philippines. Nice.

The resort we were going to stay at wasn't very far. We were greeted by this local guy wearing a Hawaiian shirt, holding a tray of drinks. It was a deep amber concoction with a little cherry skewered on the glass. Yum! I gulped it down as my eyes wandered around.

The view was breathtaking! I couldn’t put into words how it was like to be there; standing beside a Mediterranean inspired fountain, tropical plants abound, a deep aqua infinity pool that made an illusion of continuity to the sapphire waters of the ocean. And it was lovely how coconut trees framed every seating area- I just couldn’t believe how many species of birds were frolicking around 'em!

Though my body was aching and I felt limp from fatigue, my mind was immediately restored to a cool, relaxed state. When I entered my room, I fell in love with the interior. It was simple, yet something about it recaptured my interest in interior design. It had this charming balcony where there were plenty more coconut trees barely blocking the beautiful shore of Mauritius. I took it all in, before changing into a more comfortable attire.

I met with some of the girls, and strolled around the sandy resort. After taking pictures, we felt famished and conquered a table just outside this quaint restaurant. We were informed that we could order anything we wanted in the menu, anything at all, and our company will pay for everything. I love my life! Waah! I’m so lucky! LOL

I ordered steak, octopus, fruit platter, and some yummy colorful drinks! I ate so much, I almost ordered everything on the Menu! And how could I forget this fat bird that wasn’t afraid feeding off my feet just to get the crumbs falling off my plate. I thought it was adorable so I kept feeding him bread crumbs. Lucky little birdie!

I spent the rest of the day dozing off in one of the hut-like gazebos just along the shore.

For a moment, I sure felt I was back home.. sweet home in tropical Philippines

First Flight as Emirates Cabin Crew !

2008-03-07T00:25:00.000-08:00

My first observational flight was going to MCT (Airport code for Muscat). It was going to be a short one hour flight going, and another hour coming back. We call it a turnaround- when you fly to the destination and head back to base again the same day.

I am not required to work here; I’m only to “observe” what the real thing was like. I had to learn what really happens on board, how the flight service goese, and how my duties are supposed to be executed. I had to learn from the current crew, and get the feel of what the job entails.

When we had our briefing ( a meeting of the cabin and flight deck crew before a flight ), I approached my purser (head cabin crew) and informed her that I was a SUPI - a first timer- and might mess up.

She greeted me enthusiastically, introduced me to everyone, and told me not to worry. It wasn’t about learning fast, but to enjoy the experience and absorb as much knowledge as I can. After all, experience requires time.

In the briefing room was an oval table with blue office chairs around it. The purser was at the end of the table with two SFS (senior flight stewards) flanking her side. Everyone looked so serious with their thick red manuals opened, and their faces buried in them. I sat at the far end and reviewed the safety and emergency procedures along with them.

“Hello everyone! Who is our supi for today?” bellowed the captain as he stormed in, with the first officer lagging behind him.

“It’s Janice.” Purser smiled.

“Hello captain,” I said as I hesitantly raised a hand.

“So you’re the baby eh? Everyone, please take care of her, make sure to teach her the good stuff. Don’t show her any wrong shortcuts that you guys got used to doing.”

There was a burst of giggles from the girls and some sly remarks accompanied by stomps on the ground from the guys. Ugh..

We carried on with the information exchange, what to expect of the flight and some important details about it. Then we went through immigration, and boarded a shuttle that was to take us to our aircraft.

I got to ride inside the cockpit for the take-off. Though the view was amazing, I felt bored. So when they asked me to come in again for landing, I politely refused, reasoning out that I could learn more if I stayed in the galley. Really now, I just wanted to stuff myself with chocolates from the crew meal.

It was an easy flight because I didn't do anything. I just helped out with the service so I could learn a bit. I’d rather make mistakes now than later.

After the flight, I dragged myself to my bed, and slept early for my next supi flight to IST (Istanbul, Turkey); another turnaround, which was then changed later to RUH (Riyadh, Saudi Arabia).

The flight to RUH was easy than expected, the same flight time as MCT. I was with a fellow supi this time, who was also my classmate back in training college. It made it all better knowing I was with someone to be blamed for in case of mishaps. Haha.

Now, I have to prep up for my operational flights. This time, it’s real.. and the pain will be intense. Nothing exists in the sky but me, the passengers, and some silly bird’s poop on captains window.

Emirates Graduation and Celebration

2008-03-03T07:21:00.000-08:00

Our class decided to go on this safari as a last hurrah together before finally getting separated and flying to all parts of the globe. I was really excited to ride a camel and experience the Arabian night dream.

We took this shuttle, going out of Dubai and into the edge of the desert, where we switched into four-wheel drives that could take on the harshest dunes.

We had the craziest driver ever! I was shrieking all the way- around and through the dunes. It was so funny to see myself letting lose of all the fears and troubles I had as we dove into sand drops- getting almost buried in the middle of nowhere.

It felt like a very long roller coaster ride as we finally stopped on a very high slope where we could see a panoramic view of the Arabian Desert and the majestic sunset melting into a mellow gold beyond the horizon.

It was fantastic. I felt that the world was mine for the taking- just me and the sand bugs.

Then we settled into this sort of camp where tall branches were used as forts. Just outside were camels waiting for our butts on their humps! Yeah!

They had cute faces – like puppies. But I heard they bite,so they had this muzzle on, and I just felt so sad for them.

When do I get to ride ‘em?! haha

When I made the attempt to hop on camel’s back, it gave a long grunt which triggered doubt whether I should still go on or not. But even before I could get a grasp of what was going on, the camel immediately stood up and walked in reverse! I was freaking out! I never knew it was so high up sitting on these animals! There were no seatbelts! It was extremely uncomfortable knowing I could fall off anytime, what with the rough terrain and the unpredictable behaviour of these creatures,I was hanging on for dear life!

It was a short merry-go-round but it felt like an hour to me. I stood there for awhile beside the camels trying to catch my breath, when I realized, I was stepping on camel poop! All the while I thought it was plant produce! Gaaah!

Finally, we settled down on this huge carpeted area with low tables all around. We watched a belly dancer bare the essentials as we ate our dinner- Arabian style.

…truly an unforgettable Arabian night.

Emirates Airlines Service Training

2008-02-20T06:44:00.000-08:00

They said that this was the best part of training;
I thought otherwise.

Firstly, I have no clue what on earth Vermouth is ..or Cognac.. or Beefeater..

Secondly, I'm no good with talking calmly to people whose heads I'd gladly smack with a tray without hesitation.

Glad to say it’s over.

We had to learn all about serving passengers, dealing with their requests and complaints, and explaining to them why they can’t smoke in the lavatory. Basically, we learn to pretend “slave and master” while exuding image of the latter.

In one of our many mock-up scenarios, I get to pretend to be a mother to a hideously frowning doll, which was supposed to be my precious baby. I was to observe the class one week ahead of us, how to deal with special passengers on board, and asses them on how they would treat me and my child during the flight.

“awww..cute baby.. would you need a bassinet? Would you like some baby food? Does your baby need milk?”

They could have won Oscars for their performance.

Yes -baby was happy, mother was happy- they pass.

For my final mock-up test, I was to deal with a mourning passenger whose husband just died and looking for some time away from the chaotic world that she has to deal with now... alone. Poor me running around the galley, figuring out where the hell was Al Maha resort and why I couldn’t go in the business class cabin to get magazines to show her the picture.

Good thing I passed everything though. Finally I get to graduate from training and leave the college behind. Surely I’ll miss the cafeteria. *sigh*

Emirates Airlines Medical Training

2008-02-12T06:30:00.000-08:00

We just finished our Medical Response Training.

It was difficult to stop yawning and falling asleep when listening to the lectures. Some of the terms that were used were beyond my comprehension. Of course, it was very useful information – I just wish it could have been a little more lively and realistic. I would have loved to visit hospitals and respond to emergency situations where I could see blood everywhere. LOL.

Doing the mock up situations where we had to deal with passengers having different kind of illnesses was kind of lethargic in my expectation of the training. I was ready to cut some bones! See some fractures! Bury a dead guy! LOL. I sound insane.

It was fascinating though, how my confidence in assessing signs and symptoms of sicknesses increased tenfold in just a week. Now I know how to respond to passengers having angina, heart attack, diabetes, anaphylactic shocks, seizures, and such. I can also deliver a baby now, as we were also thought what to do in case of birth on board. I would love to put it to good use someday!

I’d also like to document the stupid thing I did in my practical exam. I was doing the CPR, when my thumb nail bent backwards, tearing up my nail bed, causing blood to pool around my cuticle. The pain was unbelievable. Then I started to rant why Emirates didn’t want us to have short nails. Others wondered why I was fussing about my nail so much when it was only a small wound. Gee, I wondered how they’d feel when they have their nails torn away from their fingers. You wouldn’t have noticed it, my blood had dried up around my finger, blending in with the fire red nail polish I had on. Argh!

Oh, before I forget, let me tell you about what happened before the medical training. We had to go through one day of security training where we had self defense class. The trainer was a former UAE national team coach. He thought different kind of martial arts, but he only thought us basic self defense- where we had to use pressure points to tackle down a disruptive passenger. LOL. Funny day.

But it’s all good now. Finished! Next week we’re starting with Service training.

Emirates Airlines Safety and Emergency Training

2008-02-10T06:56:00.000-08:00

Beforehand, we were already informed on how intense the training would be because of the amount of knowledge we have to absorb in 2 weeks. It was true that we had so much to learn in a short amount of time, but I liked the intensity of it all. It kept my blood pumping and I enjoyed every minute of it. My class was wonderful and my trainers were absolutely divine. I never could have imagined anything better. We had to study basic aeronautics, and how to deal with any kind of emergencies, focusing on turbulence, decompression, and fire. We also had to study everything about the Boeing and Airbus fleet of Emirates, its interior & exterior equipments, its operations and procedures for safety and security. The data we had to remember by heart was overwhelming. We had examinations everyday and major ones at the end of each week. We had to pass everything or we don’t get our licenses to fly. And because studying everything by the book was difficult without any kind of visual stimulus, it was refreshing for me to experience “real emergencies” inside the flight simulators. I can’t put into words how much fun I had doing the drills and practical exams. It was like playing in an amusement park!
It was remarkable how the interior of the flight simulators resembled the real one. The “cabin” was even equipped with windows that were actually TV screens showing what was to be the outside condition of the aircraft. So when we had the take-off, I could really feel the push back, the taxi on the runway, and the stomach-churning climb of the plane. I looked out the window and the monitor showed the wing of the aircraft, with the runway getting smaller as we climbed to a higher altitude. It would also show if we were flying over the sea, the mountains, or even the desert. It was like being inside a real plane. Even when we had the pretend engine problem and emergency landing, I could see fire on the over wing engine through the “window”. I was thrilled. It was also inside this flight simulator that I experienced turbulences- the weak and strong ones; and what decompression was really like - how the cabin would look when all the oxygen masks drop down. While I was doing the service to the “pretend passengers”, this happened, and I was frantic to grab one as I wedged the cart and strapped myself to the nearest seat. But I think I had the most fun fighting the fire. I’d see fire inside the toilet, or the overhead stowage, and smoke would be coming out and filling the cabin. “I need back up!”, I’d scream as I run quickly towards the fire with the extinguisher on hand. I love putting out the fire. LOL The slide were we had to “evacuate” from was very steep. But I wasn’t going to show any sign of hesitation so I went on with it. I just held my breath and screamed all the way down. I did not like ditching (crash landing on water) at all. The water was extremely cold. They had to make it the same temperature as the ocean. It was like melted ice. I thought I was going to die of hypothermia! To think that I still had the strength to pull myself up the raft! I’m so glad it’s over. Phew! I had so much Fun with my SEP training. I know I’m going to miss my trainers very much! I wish I could repeat it.

Nah, I just wish I could stay with my entire class for as long as I could. They’ve become like a family to me. I really am having a great time here in Emirates. I don't have regrets yet.

Emirates Airlines Induction Week

2008-02-02T06:23:00.000-08:00

Day 1

6:30 early morning, I was fidgeting in my seat as I waited for the shuttle to come pick us up. I sensed there weren’t much new trainees with me as my eyes wandered across the accommodation lobby, filtering the older batches from the newcomers. Everyone was in uniform, with their trolleys beside them. It was just this one girl wearing a corporate attire-just as I was- amidst the sea of Emirates ladies and gentlemen. As I came to know later, this girl who approached me was Thai. And she became the first friend I have in my accommodation.

Emirates Aviation College is beautiful. The exterior had this grand feeling, like being welcomed inside a prestigious university. The interior, however, is more reminiscent of a contemporary office building with a high ceiling lobby and mezzanine floors where the classrooms were located. I estimated around 50 people waiting around the reception area, were 3 of my Filipina friends also crowded. We were all brought down to the college basement, were we had to be immediately fitted into our uniforms. We were measured, given our company luggage, and tried on shoe sizes. We were then rushed into a classroom were we had orientation and some introductions.

We were divided into 3 group classes, or what we call Abinitio. I was separated from 2 of my Filipina friends, but It was good that Maylin was also in my abinitio. We had a first look of the college cafeteria, with a stunning view of Dubai and the city golf centre. And it was the first time we all got together as multi-cultural people in one abinitio, all 15 of us.

Day 2

I came to the college wearing complete uniform. I was delighted to wear the Emirates hat even though I wasn’t sure how to do it properly. Today was grooming day and we were taught how to care for our skin, do our make-up, our hair, our nails, and even posture and fitness. We were all taught how to become the perfect Emirates lady that is in the image of the public.

You could hear a pin drop in the room as we all positioned our hats. There weren’t much to say, but you would have been able to see the pride of the women radiating in there- all perfectly poised and polished, their famous Emirates hat commanding attention and projecting authority.

Day 3

As we made our way out into the public’s eye, on our way to the clinic building located elsewhere in Dubai, I felt euphoric to be with such a prestigious company. There we were, perfectly groomed in our uniform like we were taught, trotting down the halls of the building; people would come out of their offices just to see this new breed of Emirates ladies walk together. They were smiling, taking pictures, and even waving at us. I felt a little silly in all honesty. LOL.

Day 4

We were given a tour of what Emirates is really like as a company; the growth of Dubai, the vision of its leaders, their hopes and dreams of Emirates Airlines for the future. The more I came to know of the company, the more I understood my place in their vision. Of course this is just gibberish to some, but somehow I was glad to know that I’m part of it.

Day 5

We met our trainers today. A funny duo that turns boring lectures into lively discussions. We started with Basic aeronautics and went on with Safety and Emergency procedures.

Let the pain begin. LOL.

My Departure to Dubai

2008-02-01T06:15:00.000-08:00

My flight to Dubai was quite amusing. It came to me as a shock when we left earlier than expected. Our aircraft started to taxi down the runway a little past after midnight. And I felt giddy more than ever.

A few hours before departure, I was clinging to Ben, trying to relish the last few minutes I had with him. He bought me some chocolate drinks - which I gulped down in mere seconds. I remembered, the last time we were in the departure area, I was holding back tears, wishing not to go. This time though, I felt different. I was more aware of my situation, of what I was embarking on. I was, in a way, more prepared than I could have ever been. This time, I wanted this to happen.

Having 3 new colleagues with me on board, I felt more confident and ready to take on Emirates. I tried to absorb the working conditions inside the cabin, and took note of the plane interior. And like a friend said, you could really feel the difference. This was after all, Emirates. Aside from the excellent entertainment system they had, the lighting was extremely soothing to the senses. It was a play of colours, changing dramatically from blue to green to yellow to orange to pink… and so on. The ceiling even sported tiny lights of varying sizes, trying to reflect the night sky outside. Only, the seats could have been a little bigger.

For real entertainment, the touch screen I had in front of me detailed a list of all the things I could do. WELCOME TO ICE, It said. ICE stood for Information, Communication, and Entertainment. I watched cartoons just to lighten my mood. Halfway though, I got sleepy and dozed off until they served snacks. The crew gave us a menu of what was available. I chose the cold selection which consisted of roast beef, cheddar cheese, chicken drumstick, creamy pasta salad (placed on buttered wholemeal bread) and garnished with black olive and tomato wedge. There was also a coconut and sago pudding with tapioca served with tea or coffee. The picture I took of this meal did not do it justice. It was yummy!

After dozing off again, I woke up to breakfast. I failed to take a picture because I was extremely groggy to even know where my camera was. LOL. I had fresh fruits and Daing na Bangus. The latter is a Filipino dish which is milkfish with lemon butter sauce served with garlic fried rice. For the sides, it also had eggplant, tomato wedge and longanisa sausage. For dessert, it was cinnamon raisin roll and a croissant served with butter and preserves. I decided to skip the coffee and had apple juice instead. Breakfast was heaven!

Just when we were about to land, a male cabin crew member approached us and confirmed if we were the newly hired flight attendants. He had this amused smile on his face like he was the first to know it. Maybe he was just as excited for us when he gave us pens and timetables.

Stepping out of the plane for the first time in Dubai, the cold air immediately stung my lungs and made me quiver. It was near dawn when we reached the terminal via a shuttle bus, and I thawed inside where it was toasty warm. Even while balancing with two carry-on luggage, I could have fallen asleep where I was standing if I allowed myself to.

As informed, we met with a marhaba, a lady greeter wearing yellow vests and gray skirts. We were then asked to wait for a few minutes for the other newly hired air hostesses to arrive. Not a moment too long, a strikingly beautiful blonde girl appeared, strutting in her killer boots with this lovely sleek ensemble. She was French, of course. We were then joined by four Thai girls who flew from Hong Kong.

We were directed to the Marhaba lounge were we met with an HR officer, who I assumed to be Kenyan. She asked for our documents and gave each of us manila envelopes. It dictated where our accommodations were and some information about the upcoming induction day.

It was unfortunate that I and my new friends were not going to live in the same building. I didn’t know Emirates had so many residential areas scattered around Dubai. My place was far from the others who were mostly dropped off at the city centre. However, I found my new place nice and clean. I have a Filipina housemate who I have to share the common rooms with, but we get to have our own bedroom and bathroom. She wasn’t there though when I arrived, and I have yet to meet her because she’s on a layover. It didn’t take very long for me to adapt to my new home. I’ve even taken a liking to my bedroom. I feel extremely comfortable in it as if I’ve had this kind of sanctuary before.

There were these packages waiting for me in my bedroom. It was a starter pack containing some kitchen utensils, bed linens, and cleaning materials. I also had this food pack which was really helpful. I was hungry, and I got to eat some before I unpacked my things.

Everything seemed to occur like that in a dream. Either I’m insensitive for not missing Manila already, or I’ve just very well accepted Dubai as my 2nd home.

Emirates Airlines Assessment

2007-10-04T03:19:00.000-07:00

The first time I have heard of Emirates Airlines was through an online buddy. She's a cabin crew for this airline and her online journal was very inspiring. She traveled to so many places and was having the time of her life. And I thought, hey, I want that too.

Before, I have never really given any thought on becoming a flight attendant. I knew that it was just one of those typical childhood dream jobs. But as I aspired to travel the world so much, I knew that I just had to try.

Emirates is one of the most sought after airlines of many cabin crew. There were a lot of guides and news on becoming one. But the interview process was almost impossible to get through. Nevertheless, with dreams of making the world my home, I pursued.

As expected, the assessment was intense and stressful. I had to go through 4 eliminations before finally getting an invite for a final interview. I was nervous, and my heart was beating my chest so hard, I felt nauseous. The final interview took place in a different venue, the day after the assessment. I wasn’t really confident at that time, but I was determined to show the airline representatives that I was extremely nice, sweet, and professional. My hands were shaking, my knees were knocking against each other, but my voice was strong and yet gentle. I was careful with my words, and I gave them my most sincere answers. I started weak, but eventually I learned to put grace and confidence in everything I said. To leave an impression, I finally closed the interview saying, “I know that Emirates will surpass my expectations, I just hope that you’d give me the opportunity to exceed yours as well. “ We ended the interview with handshakes and friendly smiles.

Either I get an acceptance call, or a rejection e-mail. The long wait was agonizing. But I prayed. I prayed so hard I knew the stars could hear me echo. echo. echo…

I was lying on my bed 2 weeks after my final interview. I was sad and troubled. I was searching for a brighter side if the result don’t go well. Just when I called out, “Jesus, you know my heart’s desire.” my phone rang!

“This is Ms. Sofala?”

“yes..”

“This is from Emirates HR management. I am calling to tell you that we have accepted your application and that you can proceed with your medicals. You will receive an e-mail from us in a few hours with the details and forms that you’d need.”

*shock*

“..oh and also, your date of joining is on January 25, 2008. After you’ve completed your medicals, we would call you again to confirm this date.”

“Okay, thank you so much.”

“Your welcome. We hope to see you soon. Goodbye.”

*shock*

THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!

I was so happy! I knew He could hear me! I felt warm and fuzzy inside knowing that He had planned all these- everything I’ve gone through- He planned it all. My frustrations, my fears, my failures- it all was part of His plan. I was stronger, wiser, and more confident with this next chapter in my life. And it’s as if I could almost hear him say,

“Here is where you belong, my child.”

Emirates Airlines: Ipams Pre-Screening

2007-09-04T04:18:00.000-07:00

It was a long time of punching in my personal information at Emirates’ Website before finally completing the online application form, which started out my journey to becoming Emirates Cabin Crew.

After a few days, I received an SMS message inviting me to attend a pre-screening for Emirates.

PRE-SCREENING
This is the first stage of the elimination process. Pre-screenings are primarily done by the airline’s agency. In my case, the agency handling Emirates Airlines in my country is IPAMS.

>Wearing my best corporate attire, my hair tied back, and my court-heeled shoes trotting along the entry gateway, I grasped my envelope containing all the things they needed - and some additional documents they might ask for. Inside Ipams office were a number of green seats reminiscent of an airport waiting area. I headed for the first desk person I saw and handed out my documents.

“Please take a seat, we will call you out in a moment.”

Around me were some people staring at their shoes or at the ceiling – the same aspiring hopefuls such as I was. I smiled weakly towards them and they nervously nodded in acknowledgment of my attempt for some sort of ally. But silence filled the room as one by one got called.

Then, it was my turn. I was made to enter a tiny room with two chairs facing each other and some type of measuring contraption by the wall beside the door. The recruiter had a nice face and a small frame, but her voice and stare were so cold it made my lips quiver into an awkward grin. I was sitting directly in front of her as she started to scrutinize every flaw I had. I never felt so mortal in my life! This was the part where they eliminate you base on the impact you can make- the total package. This was the GROOMING ASSESSMENT.

“You have a pimple.”

“It will be gone in 3 days”, I blurted out. I always had this tiny bump somewhere whenever it was my “time” of the month, but it usually disappears in a day or two.

“Your teeth are a bit discolored”

Okay, so I don’t have chiclet-white teeth but they’re white for goodness sake! I don’t even know why this woman was complaining. My nostrils flared a little as I restrained myself from saying it was calcium! What I managed to say was,

“That’s easy to whiten, if you insist that I must”

“Please stand up, take out your blazer, and hold out you hands….ok…now raise your skirt high up please……ok……”

HAH! You’ll never find a scar on me you witch! Fortunately, because my mom always watched over me when I was little, I have never had a scar of any kind on me. I always had nice elbows and knees; and my hands and feet are slender and smooth like my dad's.

“Now, please try to reach this line up here...just above the door… “

Emirates require that you reach a minimum of 212cm… which was no problem for me. It was necessary that you could reach emergency equipments stored on board the aircraft.

“Ok, please wait outside. We’ll call out for you again for your pre-screening interview.”

An hour or so, I got called in again by this guy with my resume in his hand. He had the usual questions though, nothing out of the blue or anything weird.

I gave short but precise answers. I didn’t want the interview to take too long. I felt that the more I kept things to myself, the fewer mistakes I could make.

“Indeed. Alright then, expect my e-mail before the assessment. It would contain the venue and the list of what you need to bring.”

HAH! There!

ASSESSMENT DAY
A few weeks passed, I was parking my car in front of this old building with its painted white wall chipping in all places. But there were crowds buzzing about, making their way into this cramped entrance room. Everywhere, you’d see dads, stage moms, boyfriends, girlfriends, cheering for their loved ones who were about to enter the enormous room- where only the invited candidates were allowed inside. As I made my way through, alone, I felt my morale deflate. Every now and then, I would feel some eyes of proud moms on me – apparently sneering, thinking that their daughters were more qualified than I was. It bothered me actually. But nevertheless, I knew, this was not a competition amongst the candidates. This was an assessment. You’ll fail not because the other candidates are more qualified than you are, but because the airline representatives did not see that you possess the skills they were looking for in potential flight attendants.

I smiled to myself. This- whatever it might lead to- I will try to enjoy.

We were given numbers. Since it was alphabetical by surname, I was candidate number 14. LOL. Much like a beauty pageant huh?

We were divided into groups. And we were then asked to form into circles.

This is the 1st Group Dynamics and my 2nd elimination process. The recruiters would be going around outside my group circle-like vultures- observing, taking notes, and keeping silent as they watch each and every one perform. We were given set of questions that we must answer one by one in turns.

It took a while before we could finish everyone in the group. Then we had another activity where we had to discuss a certain topic and do some short presentation.

After all the activities, we were made to wait for their decision. One by one, we were called out by our numbers and were given this folded piece of paper. My number and the emirates logo were the only prints visible. The result was hidden in the fold.

You know how it feels like when you don’t want to dive in the pool, expecting the water to be cold beyond your threshold? That’s how it felt like for me... but I wanted to get it done with. So I held my breath…

“Thank you for your interest..blah blah…”
I remember thinking to myself, ok get over it, what to do now?
"…..Congratulations, you’ve made it to the next process…."
Huh?! Can someone read this for me? I don’t think I’ve read it right.

There were some commotions… a lot of crying and giddy giggles... some had violent comments...

This was Emirates. It could do this to you.

Those who made it were asked to come again inside. This time we were only around 20% of the original candidates who were taking the written exam. It was easy – I had to focus on the essay because I knew it would have a huge bearing on the result. We had to go through the same process of elimination again.

Our last group dynamics required us to do some decision making. We had to be divided into 2 groups of hopefuls again, well, what’s left of us anyway.

It was difficult going through all the activities. It was intense and all the time I felt the weight of the stares as I made my point in some of the discussions. But I tried my best not to let my anxiety affect my judgments.

As the Emirates staff entered their private discussion room to decide the final candidates who would move on to the final interview, most of us became restless. We were so near yet so far. When they came out it was so quiet the “thud thud” of their shoes as they positioned themselves in front were echoing all over the cavernous room. What started early and bright ended in a sullen sunset. We were all weary and almost close to giving up from all the mental hurdles we had to go through. Even my “natural” smile turned into a nasty grin as I forced myself to bear a few more minutes of butt-sizzling torture.

They made a short speech, acknowledging everyone who attended the assessment, and asking those who won’t make it to try again next time. We did the small paper thingy elimination again. And what was left of us was given a pack. This pack contained some forms and lists. The first page was yellow and it had a gold Emirates logo embossed on it.

“Wow,” I said “I don’t know what this is for, but it looks mighty important.” LOL

Everyone finally managed to let out hearty laughs as they scanned some of its pages. The staff finally told us that they were invitation for a final interview which would be held in a different venue 2 days from then. It also contained a bunch of forms that we needed to fill out and bring with us.

The Emirates staff, finally free of their “intimidation tactics”, were quite warm and friendly after all. They were laughing with us, making jokes and smiling from ear to ear.

FINAL INTERVIEW

It was quicker than I anticipated. I was in a small room with only one emirates staff asking me some questions about my work history and future plans. It only lasted half an hour and I was already done with my one-on-one final interview.

It was 2 weeks after the final interview that I received their call that I passed it. And that I can move on with my medicals.

PRE-JOINING FORMALITIES

It was really scary, to go through medical. The e-mail that was sent to me by Emirates had a lot of medical forms that I needed to accomplish. It took me 2 weeks to finish everything. I even had to have one of my wisdom tooth extracted because it might cause some problems in the future. But now I’m glad that I’m done with it. Hopefully I will get to leave for Dubai with a fellow candidate I was with.