uppn reading a friend’s post, i feel like having my own palengke(market) experience. i want to try being a market vendor for a day and see how well i will make money using my guts and my charm.. hahahaha.. for sure i’ll be needing a lot of guts, it will be very different from the duty free sales on board. no poise required. hahaha
I would like to thank everyone who liked the photo and reblogged it.. i hope the spread of information continues. its about time everyone knows about their wrong doings and make them pay for it..
The earlier post was an attempt to reach the knowledge of many, however i know that this is actually a fact that everyone already knows. i am encouraging everyone to share their experiences so as to make a documentation out of them. i too have my experiences, and i am willing to contribute even if it takes for them to harass me everytime i go through the airport customs. media knows about this for sure, they just have to gather enough information to expose them.
..i would press the call bell only on emergencies, or in circumstances when i am not able to get up from my seat.
..i wouldn’t be mad if i dont get my vegetarian meal, or if i dont get my chicken meal just because i’m “completely non-veg”
..i wouldnt stand up if im told to sit down.
..i won’t drink too much, for i don’t want to smell like alcohol in front of my family or friends who are about to pick me up from the airport.
..i wouldn’t stack-up meal trays, nor try to compete at guinness’ at who’s got eiffel on their trays.
..i would understand that the crew does everything in sequence, and shall wait for them to take my tray, and shall never leave it on the floor for the crew to pick up.
..i’d know my place in the plane. if im in economy, i’d expect economy service, eat economy food, and drink economy wine.
..i won’t go flashing my mileage card, be it gold, silver or blue, the crew recognize you anyway.
..i dont call crew in a way how i would summon my dogs.
..my hand-carry bag would live up to it’s name, a handy one that I myself would carry.
..i believe that a crew is a human being, i dont see one as an octopus with many tentacles (or hands in this case), not even a snake that slithers under the seats.
..i would not take pictures of the crew in their awkward positions during service and non-service times.
..i wouldn’t treat the aircraft as a convenient store and complain if they don’t have whatever weird thing i ask for.
..i would treat the aircraft as my own home. no littering, no mess-making..
..i would not complain for petty stuffs, or request for someone’s termination for i understand that the crew went through a lot to become flight attendants, and they need the job to support themselves, and for some, their families.
..i would think of more ways to be nicer. and i will post them to encourage everyone else to become nice passengers :)
On an emirates flight, the purser welcomes the passenger over the PA. and upon hearing the different languages spoken by the cabin crew on that flight, a Filipina calls the attention of a Filipina crew.
(in an arrogant but obviously poor english) Can you call for the French speaker onboard?(i dont know how it was exactly said, so i'll just write it in proper english to make sense. )
Uhm, ok i will send for the french speaker.
The french crew approaches the Filipina passenger.
How can i help you ma'am?
(now speaking in french) Puis-je avoir le jus d'orange? ("can i have some orange juice?" with the help of google translate :p )
Puzzled, the french crew just left the filipina passenger laughing.
well right after that, the passenger became the talk of the flight. talk about aroogance just because you can speak another language. what the hell.
not too many people know the story behind why i hate the rain. well aside from the obvious reasons that i don’t like carrying in an umbrella, nor wearing a raincoat, there’s a far deeper reason as to why i dont like it when the sky is crying.
i associate the falling of rain with tears falling from sky. and the reason behind this metaphorical comparison is that once in my childhood i prayed it would never rain.
i was 6 when Mt. Pinatubo errupted causing alot of loss in livestock and in agriculture. the continuous flow of lahar caused massive damage to architecture, and the worst it brought forth was death to numerous individuals.
the lahar flow continued to be a problem in the nearby provinces in the fiollowing years. i was 9 when there came a news that should Bulacan (my home province) experience another heavy rain, there will be a possibility of lahar flow in the province. and that really scared me. all my life i lived in this humble village and i, imagining how many rains the philippines experiences in a year, prayed hard for no rain to fall over my hometown.
of course i was praying for something impossible, one afternoon as i was in the terrace of our house, listening to rivermaya’s “bring me down”, it started raining. and suddenly it really seemed like the sky was shedding its tears not just for me who was really worried, biut for the whole province which was at the verge of extinction from the map. but then again, i knew somehow my prayers would work, and never did the lahar touch the soil of bulacan :)(or at least that is what i know)
but since then, whenever it rains, i am reminded of how gloomy that rainy afternoon is. and how imperfectly the song fits, but it made such a good soundtrack for that one scenario in my life.
(instantaneous thinking and typing.. meaning, NO PROOFREADING.. haha.. in case of typos, and other errors, i apologize, and then be nice.. hahahaha)
And what’s going to happen today? actually i don’t know.. whether or not i am going to re-activate my facebook account, that’s uncertain.
Well its been good so far being away from the world i have known through my facebook account. The social network i have come to know ain’t that social anymore for i have only come to know my other friends as people with hundreds of pictures, and a hundred more things to say (or write rather), and not as human beings who i can personally see with a face that shifts momentarily as the mood swings, and speak to me and appeal to all my senses including the sense of touch (if i’ll be lucky.haha).
I miss many people and looking at them through their facebook pages doesn’t help anymore. People have neglected other people just because they think, they are always on facebook and they can just browse through their pages anytime anyway, but the truth is, these people may have always been there, but when did you really have a quality conversation with them, not just some “likes”, brief comments, and tags?