It is always a joyful moment when the plane touches down safely. I enjoy seeing the spoilers flapping about. The brisk walk to the immigration checkpoint is often uneventful and something you don’t really register in your head.
But it is afterall the season for flu. With the alert on H1N1, it won’t be an overseas trip if there is no heightened health checks. I was actually surprised not to see masked super-serious-officers behind the desks. It is one thing to scrutinise the declaration forms, it is another to ask passengers to queue amongst hundreds of people in an overcrowded and poorly ventilated area for 45mins. It cannot be healthy. If the carrier sneezes carelessly, it would be santa-in-disneyland for the virus!
Plus it does not help when you overhear, “Have we sent the 2 persons to the hospital?”
Finally made it to Japan for Sakura! 2009 has been a good year, despite the economic and political disappointments.
Spent nine days soaking up the weather, culture, food, and most importantly the amazing views that only nature can orchestrate.
During one of the legs, I decided that I want to take a road trip in a train. Through the plains of mountains and paddy fields, it calms me in ways I did not know is possible.
This week, I have preached to alot of people to keep an open mind. What an irony.
Like most people (even if they deny it), I do not fancy the mannerisms of the Chinese road users. I used to take more than 20mins to cross 2 streets. I hang on to the seat belt with both hands because it cannot be fastened. Cab drivers in China will actually make one miss our Comfort cabbies. 2 days ago, on my 7th visit, I was told off by a cab driver for boarding his cab. He had just turned in to drop off a hotel guest. Apparently if you are in the hotel taxi stand, you should only take cabs that are in the queue. To my defense, I was ushered into the error by the hotel staff. With a sigh, “It is not right. They have been waiting.” His eyes were still on the queue behind us. I felt an instant guilt and surprisingly proud of him. Shanghai has always been my favourite city in China, it is just getting better.
2 blocks later, he came so close to a car in the next lane that I could actually count the number of fries in the lady’s lap.
Sidetrack – The whole Beijing city smells of antiseptic solution. Taking ‘cleaning up’ a little too far?
I laughed real hard. I have always known the toughness of the job, through observations and friends’ recounts. This quote puts it into perspective.
Source: http://www.singaporeexpats.com/forum/ ftopic7025-0-asc-17880.html
So you want to be a flight attendant?
Go to a resale store and find an old, navy suit that an army sergeant might have worn. Add a white shirt and a tie. Wear that same outfit for three consecutive days.
Go to an airport and watch airplanes take off for several hours. Pretend you are standing by for them and they are all full. Go home. Return to the airport the very next day and do the same thing again.
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Memory fades real quick. Just last week, I could still feel the breeze sweeping across Cottesloe beach. Perhaps it was the cold. As the cough subsides, I begin to wonder if it was just a dejavu. Thankfully, I still managed to piece together parts of the recollection, albeit in reverse order. No human faces simply because.
Note to self: Humming Jay Chou’s Qing Hua Ci can really screw with your thought-process. Such obscure lyrics, such haunting melody.
This is exhausting. No more red eye. No more! You would think one will learn. Sigh, will definitely have to sleep in tomorrow.
Fortunately the pictures and videos are fantastic, though am disappointed that I had succumbed to laziness and did not take more.
Miss the fresh air, the spectacular views, the blue blue sky and most importantly, the company. Thanks guys, like it or not, will be back.
I’m obsessed with airline seating. Not that I enjoy arranging people. I enjoy selecting my seats via the online system. The thrill is to secure a seat with an empty one next to you.
For those who are secretly like me, have fun checking out the good, bad, and ugly ones. Only drawback of the site – does not tell you when you will find yourself sitting next to someone who, at 39,000ft, will decide that she absolutely has to make a phone call via her motorola razor. And when she fails to connect, she proceeds with text messaging.
Do you know the wing area is the strongest, hence making it safest to be at, but it is also where the fuel is stored? Irony rules.