Hello

so now that i am back from india and am too stubborn to leave the computer and get some actual hibernating rest, i shall try updating this void in the Internet i call my blog.

the past 5 months flew by quicker than i could have said, "HEY, LOOK! I'VE GOT A JOB!". and if you ask me, all i remember about my job is how i smile insanely to myself every time i open the doors to my hotel rooms. there aren't many steps to settling in.

1. knock thrice on the door. you should always let spirits know that you are entering the premises, should they be there. if they're friendly enough, they might knock back.

2. enter the room.

3. close the door.

4. do a jiggly dance.

5. play with all the switches in the room, and check out what's free to take. and you're in no position to judge--i'm only singaporean.

on a side note, my helper at home asked a very serious question. "do you take orders from passengers then go to the kitchen to cook in the plane?"

i munched on my crunchy garlic peas and couldn't answer. the peas were so good.

on another side note, i saw a beautiful north indian baby on my aisle today. i couldn't be sure if it was a boy or a girl, but it was beautiful nonetheless. the moment i saw Beautiful in daddy's arms, i wanted to grab it and run far away. run past airport security and travel into a lost island and keep it in a tower where it will be mine forever. but not before throwing it into the air a dozen times or so. i eventually found out from mommy that it's a She. regardless. fixed a bassinet for her and all the while in my head were video montages of her being my child.

i might have some slight issues.

recovered after i was told that i had to fold triangles on toilet rolls.

and after procrastinating since 2004, i finally had the chance to gain a little more muscle on both arms. i realised that it's so much easier toning your body when your only goal was to pull the meal cart up 60 rows at an 8 degree angle upwards. mind over matter. muscle also reminds me how hazam mentioned about 'glutes' and 'triceps'. i told him i only knew 'arms' and 'legs'. and glutes only remind me of Gluten-Free Meals. true story.

i see.

i should probably go. people of my sort are very weird. or you can say that our job is thoroughly exhausting. a colleague told me she slept for 2 days and woke up wondering which day and what time it was. another true story. i personally feel that 2 days is a bit much. i usually just sleep 16 hours or so. that's not a lot, right? we don't get to bring work home anyway.

(guilty shrug)

i'm sorry if you got bored with this entry. adults aren't very interesting people.