Behind our smiles, and all those heavy makeup 

All those videos of being a cabin crew are so well portrayed out, isn’t it? 

Like everyone else, I, too, once had a perfect visualisation of being an air stewardess. The poise, elegance and of course, a good income. 

However, as time goes by, reality is such a bitch. Sometimes, you clench your fists and ask yourself ,” why should you be suffering this…?” 

But soon, you closed your eyes and take the deepest breathe. Smile, and walk out of the galley. 

(Work term; Galley is referring to the area with many containers and drawers where we take care of the drink and food.) 

I don’t want to complain how badly or unfairly treated and have to swallow down our sorrows. Honestly, who likes to be scolded or get picked on by passengers..? Especially, when it isn’t our fault in the first place. 

By right, just to let you know, air crew primary duty is to safeguard each and everyone’s safety. Service and the rest are all secondary. In the air, there is no doctor or nurse to be on 24-hour standby like what we have in hospital. No ambulance to be blasting siren to make way through, or even fire fighter to put out the fire on time. 

What we have, are the qualified knowledge and certification through a series of compulsory training in order to put on the crew pass. And let me tell you, our first challenge, is not as easy as you think. 

I feel that we need the courage when we report to work everyday. Who knows what will happen in our flight, maybe first aid or a fire broke out? All these, we have to act first and try not to make the situation worse. We can only do our best. However, remember this, we are neither experienced paramedics nor first aider. 

As and when, passengers always forget the main purpose and focus on the secondary. Well, unimportant shits will happens. 

So, I would like to rule out a few that I find it unreasonable. 

Food

It is not us who arrange the quantity of each choice of meals that should be catered onboard. We leave it to the caterers. All we do, is to make sure our special meals are catered so that the requester get their meals. 

Why? 

Because if a person is allergy to nuts and our meal contain nut oil or even just trace of it, this is a matter of life and death. Muslim/ Hindu meal need to be catered to respect all religions. And dietary meals are for patients who may just recovered from illness. 

What puzzled me the most is that normal people, like us, are not pleased when they didn’t have their choice of meal..? For us as cabin crew, most of the times we didn’t even have the time to eat for the whole flight duration. All those side orders and limited flight hours drive us crazy big time. Last thing we need, on a empty stomach and sore legs, are the displeasure for not having another choice for you. We can smile and apologise, because this is our work ethnic. Please dont climb over our head, and suddenly inform us you can’t take seafood (when we only have seafood choice left) with a resting bitch face. If that’s the case, we would suggest you to just request for special meal next time when you travel. 

As much as people like to say,” you can’t do anything about it right?” The answer is always offering of cup noodles or biscuit. But my thought is, why suffer with instant food when you can get a choice of something decent from a chef…? 

Also, you may be stressed for not having your choice of meal. Then, imagine, the stress we have for not finishing everything on time before arrival. Ratio is less than 10 in uniforms to maximum 162 in causal wear. 

You all may think that our job is done by serving food and collecting trays. Let me tell you, it is way more than that. And, the truth is, I hardly see people appreciate our effort to serve and clean toilets. Only a handful.  

Luggage

“When you can carry your heavy luggage all the way from home to airport then to aircraft, then you should be able to stow yourself,” 

That’s our motto. 

You only carry one luggage, we need to help the whole aircraft of people. Excluding having to prepare the food and walking up and down the aisle to collect and do service. Our bones will literally break, I’m serious. That’s a reason why cabin crew are all so skinny. 

Plus, we have the right to tag your luggage into the cargo if we find the weight is unreasonable. We keep silence not because we are stupid or gullible. We are big hearted and let the matter pass. Just wondering, why are those luggage are able to pass all those screening..? 

Well, spare us and let us save the strength, pretty please? 

Ordering us around

We are not your maid. Period. 

Physical contact

Some perverts out there, please read this. 

DON’T EVER THINK OF TAKING ADVANTAGE OF US, AIR STEWARDESS. 

You can see it as a form of threaten. So be it, even better. Just to let you know, if we decided to pursue the matter, just wait to be handcuffed on your way out to the arrival hall and stuck with interrogation for hours for that one itchy hand of yours. 

You can call us or press the call bell. But please, don’t reach out your hand or body. We may be little girls, but we don’t back down. 

Facial: Estetica

I am into facial, very into facial. Not that to the extent I can’t leave without it, but will go for a session at least once in a month. 

I don’t know why I trust facial so much, what they do can be easily diy-ed. However, I like the feeling of light-weight cleansed after lying there for 1 hour plus. Maybe the massage is a plus point too. 

Anyways, not that I’ve been to a lot of salons. But a reasonable experiences accumulated over the years. 

Oh ya wait, I’m the weird person that don’t like to sign package but willing to pay for the aka-carte (overprice) sum. 

This time, I chanced upon Estetica. 

For the first time, a salon gave me surprises. Not that the service is over the notch, or their facial cure my acne problem. But this salon uses cooling gel patches to calm your skin after extraction. The first time I came across. And, this baby works wonder.  

Actually, I prefer the first time I’ve been there. The beautician doesn’t sell any package, or recommend any products. I told her what I want, she said okay. Showed me in, and did the skin analysis. After that, proceeded to the facial treatment. All was well. 

This was the key of me going back again actually. 

However, the second time the manager just keep convincing me to get a package. Indirectly forcing me to take one, but good thing is she is polite. 

I’m not an easily convinced person. 

Their remaining procedure for my treatment is normal. Just the gel patches, and one of the few salons with good extraction skills. Plus, they give you tips along the way on how to take care of your skin types during the treatments too. Just that, they try to up sell their product this time. Trust me, I hate salons who keep upselling their products to me during facial. A customer, like me, just want to enjoy the process and rest. I don’t want to keep having to reply you or even have to talk in any case. 

Sigh, but not all understand this simple request. 

Rating: 3.5/5 💜

Overall experience: Good, even tho they stuck me at their analysis room for a solid hour trying to get me into signing their package. I should say, luckily her girls have skills. 

Ohya, when I remove their ‘sunblock’, I see dark paige colour stain on my cotton buds. Is either my face is dirty, or they use cosmetic to cover up my redness… I don’t know, just guessing. 
Signing off, 

Ayeannjee

So, I’m back. 

This world is making me disgusted. Bit by bit. By how they act, say, do and preach. 

Now is a world full of masks, and a pinch of Gossip girls. 

All about lies, climbing to the top and showing the best to others. Note my word, showing not being. 

You know what, I’m not too sure how does all the people get their wealth from, or at least steal the money from. Now, I see money everything. People flaunting what they have, but maybe zero dollar in their bank. People, burning cold hard cash to show how much they don’t care. Model-like posing photos, which “accidentally” showcase their Chanel or Hermes. 

Actually, I do respect those who show off in the most unsubtle way. At least they are not entirely fake. 

What cause the change. Blending in, trend? Influence? Or sudden wealth? Any of this reasons don’t justify for me not to be irritated. 

Some may say because of jealousy, some just want something to talk about. Gossips. They can’t keep their mouth shut. The common similarity to identify, you know who. 

Weekend is all about high tea, video-ing the caviar and learning how to pronounce difficult French words. Weekday is about booking limo and splashing champagne at a bikini model. Well, doesn’t rule out having to hire some models as well. 

All, devote their belief and money into the God of social media. I believe if they is a temple or a cell group, the attendees will always beyond full complements. 

Wearing the trend out, setting backcomb, and judging people of what kind of brand they are wearing. Nowadays, people become shamelessly expressing their interest of high life, and love for money. Money comes in all form of way, no more hours of working and pride. What doesn’t kill me never stop me. 

Kudos for those who are born with silver spoon in their mouth. Well, some or maybe most of them are plated silver. Spending every cent and dollars to make people envious of you. Those pairs of green eyes does need you to pay a price. 

Do I even see the definition shameless, cheap or slut in Oxford now? 

Keep me wondering. 

Cheers to all, 

Ayeannjee

First conversation. 

When a person asks you about your occupation,

“Oh, I drive a Mercedes but it’s a company car. So I don’t own it.”

VS

“Oh, I’m a driver for SBS bus.”

See the different ways we can describe a same occupation, as well as the heaven and earth miles judgement you’re giving the person..?

Well, to make it simple, people always judge so always has a really good start. Not say good or bad, or belittling on the Social Status. But yes, people tend to be shallow in the first place. It is just human nature, and nothing can change it. I have never believed when a person tell me that they don’t even judge a tiny bit, to me this means that he/she hasn’t been listening in the first place. Aka; they don’t care.

Sometimes, I think people are taking the word “Judge” too seriously. Hello, it can be either positive or negative, or just purely neutral. So, why so serious~?

I’m not afraid to admit tho. Even a person’s natural vibes will affect me. I don’t like talking to extremely negative people, because i know sooner or later they will run me down. Yes, I can be really friendly, but very selective. Recently, i learn this phrase “An Introvert doing Extrovert things”. Perfect description.

Whenever I just meet a stranger, of course we will have those what-you-are-doing-now kind of mandatory conversations. (Very, very boring) How the person talk about themselves, and how do they portray their exterior beauty is really important. All those heart-to-heart and  being transparent are part of the later story. I’m not referring to arroganance and assumption, but passion and keeping their life together. It is like a silent definition of yourself on the way you want to lead your life. And, I am a strong believer that once you are truly happy, people can feel it. Negative people just look very gloomy, and act like one too.

However, in every conversation, I always hated this question the most,” what do you like to do during your free time?”

Not only between friends, but apparenty employers love to be nosy as well. Worse still, studies even show that what you like to do during your free time show a lot about yourself. If you just referring to first sight, is this even logical…?

Come on, I can have my good and bad “free time” days. So, if im feeling great, of course the day will gonna be awesome even just by doing nothing. If i am grumpy, do you think i can still be jumpy and cheerful?

I mean, I can mention all kinds of interesting hobbies and bullshit my way through. Isn’t this defeating the purpose? I give you what you want to hear, but not what you need to have. One example, you buy a really cool gadget with the best word-packaging ever, but you open up and it turns out pretty lousy. You don’t get what you see. Get it? *roll eyes*

Plus, I always feel it plays an important part to know the person bit by bit. No matter how much a person can fake it in the first place, their true self will appear in time to come.

Anyways, why do this happen, and infact so frequently….? Superficial lor…

But then, passion and hobby is different thing. Remember that. You can have the best hobby ever, but that don’t speak a lot about yourself. However, passion is a powerful thing. You get the glow and positive vibes. And, to top it up with a cherry, you’re inspiring. Wow right… 😊

By the way, no one really cares about their first conversation. I don’t know for some people, but I just realise that I don’t. You know, this is one thing about straightforward bitch. The words just come out as the conversation flows, so basically equal to: No Content. Normally, that’s what happened to everyone, you just mingle for the sake of it and depends whether you guys will keep in contact. Up till now, I haven’t had any deep impression of first conversation with anyone before. Or, maybe is because I choose not to remember. (Don’t see the need to.)

Well, how do you expect a person to pour out everything on first meeting..? If he/she does, one is that she got friend issues; two is she tell everyone her issues. Not good. Of course, it is all depends on at-the-moment feeling. If you feel right, by all means, I believe even a person with the record breaking lowest EQ knows the difference.

First conversation is just like an interview to determine of you will welcome the stranger into your life. You can sense the siren alert when something feels wrong. So is either fist pump, or you block Facebook/Twitter/Instagram and sever all ties. (Now we have so much social media to fool around with, no wonder everyone turn to cyber friends instead.)

Some talk for the sake of talking, some talk for the sake of genuinely wanting to know the person. I’m a little of both. Or maybe, I should say I’m still waiting for someone that can surprise me. Good surprises of course, that makes me feel excited to welcome him/her.

Regardless friends or relationships. Things will fall nicely in place, so don’t worry. (I do believe this saying because it just happened to me recently.)

Best feeling ever.

Signing off,

Ayeannjee

Fuck you, life

Is life fair… No, it sucks and love toying people around. 

You know, sometimes you question yourself, why is life so unfair. 

It seems like a typical drama script, but wait till you have encountered a true life story. 

For a husband, that dote on his wife so much. For a father, that always give the best to his children. For a man, that has the simplest wish.  And, for a stranger, that always show his concern with little words,” have you eaten?” 

He do not have the highest education, like other modern families, but is a lifelong learner. He scrimp and save, work day and night, to give his family the best life possible. I’ve never heard a word of complaint while knowing him 10 years and counting. From a stranger, year by year, to giving him a nickname.  I hate myself to become a coward, after knowing, and hiding because of the stupidest reason. I want to slap myself so badly, for not able to hold back. I want him well. Is that too much to ask for…? 

Can you imagine the heaviness when finally everything has fallen in place, but now missing one puzzle piece? His hard work paid off, and his biggest wish seems nearing in time to come. A little more, and he can enjoy the calming sea breeze. That’s his secret pastime. Now, so near yet so far, so close yet so hard to reach. 

He loves to joke, always entertaining his family with those jokes he heard on radio FM. He is understanding, not just to his own loved ones. He is a simple man, absolutely family guy. No matter what, he is the pillar. Whenever I go over, he is there. Always there. 

Somewhat, recently I realized when I’ve started to get comfortable with his presence. He is not just an uncle, but the uncle. One, that will wrench my heart to see his tired face. Just like how I will feel for my own father. One, that I’ll hope to see his everlasting wrinkled happy face. One, that I will pray for him the best, wholeheartedly. 

When future seems so fine, now become so blur. When his longing happiness is on its way, now become a battle race. 

When everything is becoming perfect, now has appeared a black scar. 

As much as I hate how fucked up the life has did to him, I pray for miracle to happen. Please, at least, until his wish come true. 

Hoping for the best, 

Ayeannjee