I'm sick of working with lazy Indian crews who basically do nothing but a waste to space and oxygen. I'm sick of crews who pretend they know everything but inserted 4 compendiums in a 2-seater. I'm sick of sucking up to gay CSD who acts like bitch on Prozac just so that I don't get hell in a 7 hours flight. I'm sick of being moved around like a pawn in a chess game just because some people do things in their favour and decide I should suffer instead. I'm sick of flight deck who gets all worked up when a Muslim converts to Christian and proceeds to proclaim later on "ex-Soviet countries girls are easy".

I'm sick, sick, sick.

I'm going to be very poor next month. Just did GVA-EWR for the whole freaking month. Recurrent lar, illegal for FRA lar, changed my 3 days unplanned leave and effectively disrupted the roster for the first half of next month. Worse part is, have to stay in The Sandpit for one week. One week!

Eat sand lor, since there's unlimited supply of it.

Some pics of NYC during my recent trip there. Specifically, of Times Square in Manhattan. It is located at Broadway and Seventh Avenue and extends from West 42nd to West 47th Streets. You will never ever get lost in Manhattan due to it's grid layout. Avenues run south to north and streets run east to west. At night, the whole area is lighted up with neon supersigns and generally buzzing with people. Like they say, the city never sleeps.












The Princess chiong-ed to the shops on the second day as it was Memorial Day and there's sale everywhere. In the end, didn't buy much as I just couldn't be bothered jostling with other people for space. And the queue was another major turn off. But managed to sapu a lot of lotions from Victoria's Secret nevertheless.





And of course, I had, what else, but McDonald's, in the land where the golden arches first came about. No wonder Americans are obese. No small, medium, large meal for your picking, everything comes in standard size, which is extra large. Ordered the Angus Third Pounder - Angus Mushroom and Swiss. And guess what? It's nice. Maybe it's because of the Angus beef or just my mind playing with my taste buds, but the patty is juicier and tastes more meat-like. The McDonald's folk probably forgot to throw in the sawdust while processing the patties.

Shit. I still cannot get over the fact that my Rome is taken away next month. So that I could attend some interview that shortlisted every Tom, Dick and Harry that bothered to apply. Talk about quality control.

I WANT TO DIE.

Fucking worked for 1 week non-stop, another week to go before I have my days off. Friends and kins, don't bother checking this blog for another week. Before I sign off, here's a preview of what I've been up to lately.









Yeah, been to Switzerland. Very nice.

BUT I STILL WANT TO DIE.

I hurt myself.





Courtesy of A340. I hate loathe flying that bird.

Hectic, hectic. These past few days have been a whirl of activities.

Came back from KIX (11 hr 45 mins) and straight away went to Joanne's place to help her prepare for the pre-Xmas dinner. At the same time my 2 new Korean housemates came (They were in the KIX flight I operated, talk about coincidence). And then I had to go to supermarket to get ingredients to bake a cheesecake.

I don't know what went wrong, but I baked the cheesecake for 3 hours. 3 hours! I was falling asleep and waking up at 30 mins interval to check on the cheesecake. More about the Christmas dinner later, as I'm using 52 kbps dial-up now and it's slower than a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter jam.

Oh ya, I'm back in Melaka. Home. Sitting down and typing this entry while sipping Amarula. And happy.

I'm so low-maintenance, no?

You know what's irritating?

Eagerly dived into a new, shiny book you just bought before noticing a piece of hologram sticker on the front cover. Then you tried removing it, but only the glossy plastic layer came off , leaving a sticky layer behind that refused to budge no matter how hard you scrapped at it.

Damn kau infuriating wei.

Ma hai. Tiu nia sing.

How the fuck The Flying Goat company managed to get 5-star rating is beyond me. Can say most of the flights are delayed lor. Fucking Skytrax accept bribe is it? So far I have only done 2 SIN flights that were not delayed. And I have at least one SIN every month OK. KUL also same story. Bloody send a lousy, almost torn apart A300 to KUL. Hello, KUL is a money-making route for you OK. The pax don't drink much, behave like how civilised human should behave instead of acting like a bunch of monkeys (only applies in winter cos in summer, it's packed with Arabics and don't get me started on them). Where you send the A330s and A340s to? To bloody DAC, BOM, LHR etc.

DAC - Rude, ignorant pax who cut the wire of the IFE remote cum phone thinking gee, look, I have a new mobile now.

BOM - Sister, whisky, sister whisky. Ma hai I'm not your sister. I bloody pour the whisky on your head only know.

LHR/MAN - Filled with cheapskate British who demand everything and would carry off the plane if they could. Not too mention lazy. Look at your size, that walk to the galley for a glass of water will do you good, cibai. MAN pax pulak all from kampung one. Damn no class can die.

Nevermind lar, company fucking rich what. Can manage to miss the allocated arrival slot and pay for a new one. Malaysians, don't complain about Air Asia's frequent delays. Trust me, you haven't seen worse.

Ya lar, The Princess is menstruating hence her moodiness. Dah ler always never get 3 days off this month she got it, fucking KUL flight is delayed for 3 hours rendering her effectively stucked in The Sandpit. Nicely inform Mama Tju I'm going back Melaka already.

Don't anyone dare to step on her tail these 3 days. Feel like just digging a hole, crawl in and hide.

I'm too tired and sick to protest. I'll do whatever fucking flight that comes my way. On autopilot. With my cibai face.



That's what you get for employing retards (no, that's an insult to retards) shitheads in Crewing.

Why why why me?!

As if 2 days TIP-CMN is not tiring enough, there was a technical problem with the aircraft door while in transit in TIP. Reason? The staircase truck fucking banged the L4 door and caused 2 holes. So we were nicely stranded for 4 hours in TIP while waiting for go-no go from Airbus to take off. We took off naturally, the captain just wanted something in black and white to support the decision to take off in case something should happen like decompression or the whole L4 door is ripped out pulling the CS along.

Surprisingly, the pax are nice (well, most of them anyway). But not the flight going to TIP-CMN. I got shouted at TWICE. And I'm in the galley, not even in the cabin! These people are so aggresive and impatient I don't know why.

Thank God Joanne was there to hear me whine and moan. Nicely using all the curse words in Bahasa and Cantonese in the cabin loudly.

I can't feel my legs now. I have crossed the boundary from exhaustion into super alertness. I will now have my 17-hours' worth of (or rather lack of) fag.

Jojo and Klyie took turns to trim my fringe yesterday cos The Princess simply couldn't stand the bad job done by that stupid Infinity Salon's SOB.

To illustrate my point, look at the picture of Temenggung Jugah, the last paramount chief of all Ibans.




I will not be caught dead with my fringe down this whole month. Heck, I will put baja to make it grow faster if I can.


P/S Thanks Jo and Klyie, you did your best with what that idiot has done.

I swear I would burn down Infinity Salon in One Utama if I could. Damn furious lor. The Princess blindly walked into this salon which is supposed to be Dry Cut but turned out another tenant has taken over. So she happily sat down and requested for wash, blow, dry and fringe trimming.

The shampoo job was horrible. So horrible she couldn't describe in words. The guy was like tugging at every single strand of her hair. And massaging the scalp with a sick face on his face, with a deluded face that thinks The Princess was actually enjoying it. It was fucking painful OK. So she sounded him off and he gave her the look.

And the fringe. That same guy cut my fringe. How can you be both the shampoo guy AND the hairstylist? See, fringe is a tricky business. Good hairstylist will make a good job but a poor one will just turn you into one of The Three Stooges. I fucking ended up like some girl from kampung OK.

Steer clear of Infinity Salon. It might just cause you infinite grieve grief.

You know what The Flying Goat Company should start instead of those "Recruit More FFPs" or "Yay, We're Flying to USA!" programs? Get Your Own Hand Cream Campaign.

I'm sick and tired of crew asking for MY hand cream everytime I whipped out that tube of cream of mine to apply. Get your own hand cream. My hand cream is expensive ok. I'm not running a charity here. Look, I'm not being stingy or anything. If I do offer you the hand cream, good, it means I like you and you're the few lucky ones who I deem worthy of that pea sized cream. But why the hell are you asking for MY hand cream (without me offering) when you have YOUR own hand cream sitting in the handbag is beyond me.

Come join The Princess in making this Get Your Own Hand Cream Campaign a success. You could start by buying YOUR own hand cream.

Moving on to happier news, Fernando Torres looks set to join Liverpool this coming season. The agreed fees is being cut from £26.5m to £21.5m. Gulp. That's a lot of money. You could buy 2 Thierry Henrys with that kind of money (Henry moved from Juventus to Arsenal for £10.5m) AND still have money to buy 125,000 Happy Meals. Or 333,333 cans of Coke. I mean, there's no guarantee he'll not be a flop. Look at the barrage of strikers joining Liverpool and became total flop. But still.....

Torres is coming! Wheeeee!

After much legwork, effort and stress, The Princess still couldn't make it. It's a case of the classic Murphy's Laws - anything that could go wrong, went wrong today.

Happy getting hitched, dear cousin. *wry smile*

Karma is a bitch.

I hate the person I'm turning into.

Seriously.

So bitchy, so impatient and so bitter. Like the whole damn world owes me something. Say or do something wrong and I'll snap just like that.

By the way, The Princess was smoking in the toilet when Ken Lee entered like it's a normal thing to do. She was eating the Leibniz biscuit The Princess just bought. In the toilet. With ciggie smoke all over. In the toilet. With ciggie smoke all over. Did she mention the toilet?

She's so weird that's why they clicked so well. Both alpha female living under the same roof. Both also complaint queen. Bitchy complaint queen. Do not be fooled by her sweet look. She's anything but sweet, while The Princess has lost count the number of times someone comes running to her telling her she looks fierce/cold/unapproachable/fill in the blank with synonym of your choice.





On a lighter note, see the bruise on The Princess' leg? That's the peril of flying. Kena hit by bloody meal carts lar, bang into legs of passengers who conveniently extend their legs across the aisle lar or kena scratched by all kind of protruding surfaces.

By the way, both of them are crazy over Dewa's cover of I Want To Break Free. Go download, play it when you feel like smashing your laptop but can't afford to do so.

Stupid colleagues.

Don't you just hate them? They're so clueless and blank up there they make an amoeba looks intelligent.

Worse still if they're working with you in the same team. And you had to run around cleaning up after their mess. Worse still, they just stood there giving you the oh-I-am-such-a-wreck-I-
probably-should-just-stand-here look.

If you're stupid, it's ok. Hey, you can't fight nature. Too bad your mum dropped you on the head when you're a baby. But please, do at least show some intiative in learning. Learn as in observe what your fellow team members are doing. Ask intelligent questions, not "What is decaffeinated coffee?". The last The Princess checked, they came from the same training school. But please don't do work with your mouth. You know those kind, who comes running after you asking where is this, how to do that hoping you'll do it for them.

The Princess had to share this. When asked by the supervisor what is served with the omelette, one crew actually answered "It's with egg" without missing a beat.

I hate stupid people. I hate lazy, stupid people. I hate greedy people. I hate people. In short, I should just build an island and live there alone all by myself. And then I'm happy.

The Princess' body clock is definitely screwed.

7 pm - Rise and shine
8 pm - Breakfast Dinner Brunch Whatever you call it
10 pm - Surf net
11pm - Surf net
12 am - Surf net
8 am - Ken Lee wakes up, talk to her
10 am - Watch tv
1 pm - Sleep

And the vicious cycle repeats.

She was complaining to her friend about how dull The Sandpit is and the friend retorted by saying she's not adapted to the lifestyle here yet.

Fuck, who in the right frame of mind would want to adapt to the environment and lifestyle here? This is the saddest place on Earth. Yaya, don't tell her bullshit like war in Iraq is worse The Sandpit is so peaceful bla bla bla. At least she could watch bullets fly. Ok, granted bad joke but, you get her drift.

Talking about a peaceful Sandpit - another person who comes running to tell her this is going to get a bitch slap on her face and a vigorous shake. Honestly, if there is any woman (not covered in abayah) walking along the street who has not been sexually (verbal and/or physical) harassed before, congrats you're the lucky one and one real fugly chick.

Take for example, when The Princess first set foot here. She was waiting for cab when a car stopped by and asked "How much? How much". Of course she was shocked the first time. When she finally made her way to the supermarket, she was asked once again,the same question, by a young boy who obviously hasn't even finish growing his pubic hair, the bastard. "How much is your mother/sister?", she snapped back.

Few weeks back, she and Ken Lee were walking to the nearby money exchange when they passed by two boys around the corner. The Princess just very nearly finished warning Ken Lee to be careful when one of the bastard came from behind and smacked Ken Lee's left butt and ran away. And on the way back, a 4WD suddenly stopped in front of them and wind down the car window.

"Don't see, don't see, Ken Lee"

Stubborn cow didn't listen and peered inside.

"Diana! He tengah TFK(masturbating) inside the car!!"

She's so frustated she needs to break something. How do those expats live here so long anyway? There's nothing to do that is intellectually stimulating and it's baking hot outside for 8 months of the year. Since coming here, The Princess has no longer any passion for anything and once you stop having zest for anything, you know you're in big trouble.

What passion could she have here? Photographing sands? Go clubbing at the few pitiful bars and have men mentally undressing you? Hang out at coffee shops day in day out, seeing the same faces moan about the Sandpit like most of the expats here do? And they're all not terribly bright, those poor dears, so spare her the numbing, mindless chit chatting.

Oh, just you wait till the day she can finally pack and go home. Tick tock, tick tock.....and it's getting nearer.

A woman from India was arrested in Penang International Airport as she threatened to hijack a Malaysia Airlines flight from KL to Penang, for full story read here.

According to that lady, she was joking when her request to visit the cockpit with her children was rejected by a MAS steward. She then told the steward that her daughters, aged one and three, might be unable to hijack the plane but she could if she wanted to. She was arrested upon touch down in Penang International Airport.

Sorry, Madam, but tell those words to ANY of the cabin crew and they would take the same action anytime. You should have enough sense to know that aviation security is taken very seriously especially after the 9/11 incident. Passing comments like that in a joking manner is in very bad taste indeed.

Kudos to the set of MAS crew, especially the steward, for not only carrying out the duties of a responsible cabin crew, but also from the perspective of passengers who paid fares to be assured of a safe flight.

So you know what NOT to say if you happenned to be in The Princess' flight.

The birds are chirping. The air is cool and the sun shining warmly, the kind of weather perfect for a cup of moring coffee and waffles al-fresco style. Already her mood was soured.

Damn these people. They have a way of getting at you. See, she woke up at 7.30am this morning and went to the office, as she needs to pick up some documents and also to get ZED ticket for her sis. She was the first in Staff Travel, and then they dropped the bomb. Effective 13 March, all ZED tickets request must be done through the E-Staff Travel. AND WHY DIDN'T THAT WRINKLED, WELFARE BITCH TOLD HER WHEN THE PRINCESS WENT ABOUT PROCESSING THE ZED TICKET REQUEST FORM AND THAT WRINKLED, OLD BTCH ASKED HER TO DROP THE FORM RIGHT INTO THE FORM BOX?

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Now she has drag herself to office another time, a place she can only describe as political minefield with a little Hitler sitting on top, watch your steps, you don't want to end up blown into pieces.

So she checked out the new E-Staff Travel. True to form, the website was no where to be found.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Did she mention she's working tonight?

The Princess is bloody tulan. No words can describe the degree of tulan-ness she's experiencing now.

Her Vaio got vandalised. Deep indentation marks at the bottom left corner of the keyboard. The thing is, she didn't know who did it and what causes it. Bloody tulan lor. It's like getting pregnant without having sex, putting on weight without touching a single bar of chocolate, your number buka the day you forgot to buy after 10 years of religiously buying it. Pukimak chau cheebye.

She's pretty sure something acidic or very hot fluid causes it, as she can see the mark of trickling liquid down the side of the laptop. Whatever it is, it must be something really potent to be able to chip the casing of the laptop.

But the million dollar question is who bloody did it? The door was locked, and frankly, if someone break in, he/she might just as well carry off the laptop bag. You think what, conscience strucked the burglar at the last minute is it, and because the burglar is inherently evil, he/she must do something bad like disfiguring The Princess' laptop to leave his/her mark?

She had an ill-foreboding when she came back from Singapore this morning, as she saw her headset lying on the coffee table. As forgetful as she is, she remembers distinctly packing her laptop, headset, battery and portable HDD into the laptop bag. This morning, she booted the laptop and was editing some photos on PS when she saw the disfigured part of the laptop just as she was about to hit the Shift key.

Whoever did this, die you. May your face grow warts so big people thought you have 3 noses. May curly, black hairs grow inside your ears. May your fingers grow hard and gnarly like the aerial roots of a mangrove tree. May all the bacterias ever known to a gynaecologist infest in your nether region.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Stucked in the airport. Oh God, another 1.5 year to go and The Princess will leave this *%7!@# company. Godspeed, please!