Turning 25 was more depressing than I hoped. I spent the eve of my birthday cloistered in my hotel room in Radisson Bangkok with a room service order of Green Curry to make my day. The next day, I wandered around Robinsons Rachadapisek aimlessly, waiting for the money changer to open for the day so that I can start shopping. As it turned out, there wasn't much shopping to be done, and I only had a massage and a so-so facial to celebrate turning 25. The highlight of the day, I suppose, was when my set of crew sang Happy Birthday for me after the BKK-AUH flight on the bus from the aircraft to the terminal (remote gate sucks). I wasn't planning on telling anybody that it's my birthday, but my galley person was so sweet when I was acting all glum that I blurted out 'Why are you so nice to me? Do you know that it's my birthday today?' So uncool.
I'm once again in depression because I just got my leave schedule for 2008, and my leave periods for next year are end June and end Nov. This company has not once granted my flight requests (we're 'entitled' to one request each month), and I've never been scheduled for a SIN flight although I'm Singaporean. I'm now looking for somebody in the office to speak to with regards to my leave request next year, or the very worst case scenario an operating flight (on duty) to SIN on 6th Feb, the eve on CNY, so that I can have reunion dinner at home. And I have to do it tomorrow by hook or by crook, before they close for the Eid (Hari Raya Haji) holidays.
I threw up for the first time in a long while on my first DEL (Delhi) flight with Etihad. I had a fantastic set of crew, who were all hardworking, motivated and took self-initiative, like a dream team man. 
On the return sector back to Abu Dhabi, I felt the onset of a sore throat, so I took it upon myself to down as much water as possible. That translated to 1.5litres of water in half an hour, which of course left me feeling bloated like a whale. Throughout descent I felt like puking, and when we finally landed, the ahnehs dashed for the doors like their lives depended on it, as they always do. This did not bode well for me seated next to the door in the middle of the cabin in Economy Class, and the overwhelming smell coupled with the claustrophic mass of bodies all around me made me heave the minute the last passenger left. It was mainly the water that did it, but I'm sure the ahnehs helped plenty.
On the return sector back to Abu Dhabi, I felt the onset of a sore throat, so I took it upon myself to down as much water as possible. That translated to 1.5litres of water in half an hour, which of course left me feeling bloated like a whale. Throughout descent I felt like puking, and when we finally landed, the ahnehs dashed for the doors like their lives depended on it, as they always do. This did not bode well for me seated next to the door in the middle of the cabin in Economy Class, and the overwhelming smell coupled with the claustrophic mass of bodies all around me made me heave the minute the last passenger left. It was mainly the water that did it, but I'm sure the ahnehs helped plenty. So what's going on in my life? Nothing good, apparently. It's time to go home.
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