There was the initial 4 weeks of training- 2 of which was in Melbourne, where it was winter without snow. Following that was a week-long of training flights during which I had a trainer attached to me and teaching me things which weren’t taught in ground school.

Now, I’m halfway done with my 6-month probationary period and just enjoying the perks that comes along with the job.

Things which happened in this airline but almost-never in my previous one:
1) Colleagues calling one another out for dinner, shopping, or BBQs (every night).
2) Drinking sessions after checking in.
3) I actually got guys approaching me to chat me up in the outstation. Locations include: on the beach, at cafes/restaurants, and supermarkets.

Yah.. I know. Finally.

I actually like the atmosphere of these– people being friendly and not too bothered about makeup or what you’re wearing. They just come up for a chat and that’s it. I guess I’m just sick and tired of the local behaviour here– you try to say hi, and the other person either throws a dirty look, or just upgrades his/her ego to a max.

Yuck.

BBQ Session in Cairns

Drinking Session in Darwin

I can feel the belt getting tighter after just one flight pattern. This is not good. I’m supposed to at least maintain the weight and waistline (whatever I have left).

Must control ah…

The hotels which the airline put us in are rather nice. I don’t have much complaints about them. In fact, I do like the hotel and rooms.

Hotel room in Darwin

View from the Darwin hotel

Hotel in Cairns

View of the Cairns Esplanade

Somehow I just felt like my life has been so boring and negative that nothing is worth to be put into words and for others to view.

Anyway, enough of that unwanted negative energy, I’m now back into the flying life. Yah.. my new job is my old job, just with a different company and a totally different base of colleagues.

Am now physically in Melbourne for a 2-week training. Completed 2 weeks of ground school in Singapore and already 1 week’s passed here. Will be flying back home to Sunshine-sweaty-stinky-stuffy-hometown next Friday night. I do have a long break before I take my first training flight so please call me if anyone wants to meet up for a coffee or steamboat dinner.

Give me a bit more time to get back into the blogging mode, and my posts shall be longer and hopefully not as dry and boring like this. Will post photos of my training here when I get back home.

Down with flu.

Cheers from down under.

Why should I be the one feeling guilty? There’s no crime committed, no one hurt, and everyone involved actually enjoyed themselves.

Some will call me a slut straight in my face should they hear about what I did. Some will say that’s nothing much. Some will be really interested to hear all the dirty details and snicker shyly as they’re revealed.

I don’t need anyone judging me. I have and know my own limits, which some assume that I lose them after some alcohol gets into my system. But my alcohol intake, is part of my limits. Just because I downing glass after glass or shot after shot dosen’t mean I’m gone. I could be more sober than all else at the table.

I love it when I’m sober as anything and people think I’m gone. They start to guard my drinks, ask if I’m alright, and just treat me like a baby. It’s rather funny actually. Of course I know they have my well intentions at heart, but it also shows how silly human beings in general can be.

We see someone acting wildly, the automatic thought is– that person is drunk. But hey, that could be the best act that person is putting on. And all of us are tricked.

As for my sluttish actions, I find there’s no need to apologise to anyone. Both parties had fun and that was it. I’m not attached so I don’t have a boyfriend to feel sorry towards. If that guy is attached and his girlfriend somehow gets news of his little adventure, that’s their problem. Hey! Don’t blame me for how I look in the club. It’s the guys who can’t keep it in their pants for one night.

Why must I dress conservatively just so that I won’t give guys the wrong idea? Hey again! Everyone wants to show off their best assets. Some have a Chanel bag to boast, I have my smile and wink.

“The body is meant to be seen, not all covered up” ~Quote of Marilyn Monroe

I’m not an angel, and I don’t want to pretend that I’m one. I do things which sometimes I wish I hadn’t. You can judge me, but you cannot pass a sentence on me.

For those who didn’t hear it from me yet, here’s the summary–

I got into a bit of guy trouble in a club, and got my ex-school mate to come help me out. Now, I’m feeling bad because I feel like I’ve made use of him.

I’m such a bitch. I expect people to help me out just because I need them to. I give nothing and yet I want everything in return. I don’t expect them to turn me down and show up the minute I drop them a call.

Maybe the other party feels nothing about this, but I feel bad. I really must stop doing this– getting people to do things for me, and giving nothing back.

My mind is in such a mess now and for some reason my heart is aching.

Feelings of enviousness, regret, heartbreak, denial…

I’m stuck in a vicious cycle which I need to get out from.

That is precisely why I jump onto a free track when I see one overseas and start snapping pictures. Cos I can’t do it here at the land I call home.

First time I did it was in Hokkaido.

2nd time was in Perth.

Another thing I like to do when taking photos– snap my own shadow.

In Hokkaido

In the lavender fields

In the commercial district in Tokyo

Somewhere in Furano

Across the Pacific Ocean, in San Francisco

I love shadows– They are neither happy nor sad, clever nor dumb, young nor old. They’re there to remind us that we still exist and light is shining on us always.

No, I didn’t any of the following–

1) Go find my inner calmness in the sacred land of Nepal or Bhutan or Shangri-La
2) Took a self-challenging trip to the Amazons to let those deadly insects feed on my sweet blood so that I get a fresh supply from my body
3) Took a month-long cruise across the Atlantic Ocean
4) Marry some disgustingly rich guy and adapt to the freakish lifestyle of the rich and not-necessarily famous

I did the following, however–

1) Quit from a job which is the main cause of me using a large quantity of vulgar language
2) Went to Australia for a short vacation on my birthday
3) Decided that I should be my own boss/ employee and start a small online business
4) Slapped myself out of a crush and jumped back in like say, 10 times at least??

Time for me to get blogging again. I’m sure you guys miss my poor grammar, limited vocabulary and the ……s.

I miss scolding irritating people on my blog.

I miss making fun on nasty arseholes virtually on my blog.

I’m back.

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I’ve quitted from my job and will be free from the evils of the corporate world in June. Some say I have an attitude problem. No, I don’t think so. Those people just have no balls to handle someone with my guts and unforgiving mouth.

Those jerks simply cannot deal with the fact that I’m smart, pretty, young, yet utterly vicious in my words. It’s their problem, not mine.

I shall try to put all these disgusting and brainless stuff behind me as I leave this company. I can’t be bothered about how well or lousy it grows. I just don’t care anymore. They can fight amongst themselves for all I care.

More happy stuff next time.
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