Cool weather

Reminisces June 17th, 2007

The weather’s been pretty cool these few days, which pretty much reminds me of the time when I was in SF. Actually it was supposed to be summer in SF, but the temperature was around 18 deg C. It was the kind of weather that you can just take a stroll without having to put on more than just a sweather or a wind breaker.

However, in sunny island Singapore, that’s the kind of temperature that we won’t get.Β The lowest that we’ve gotten is probably about 21 deg C and that it’s already giving a very nice, cool weather. πŸ˜‰ Today’s just like one of those days, except that it’s probably not as low as 21 deg C. My dad, who’s decided that he will get dinner for the family, described the weather outside as being cold, but I guess he meant that it was cooler than usual.

Speaking of which, I was just looking out of the lab windows the other day and noticed some unearthed soil with a bald tree on it. It looks like autumn in London or New York at Central Park and this stopped me in my steps, bringing me back in time for a short while. How I really miss those days. πŸ™‚

Does anyone know where else can I get to sit down and enjoy a good breeze besides the ECP?

… I think I am just going to relax a little on a lazy Saturday Sunday, and I think I am loosing track of time. Apparently, I kept thinking that today’s any other day except Sunday. Perhaps I am just working a little too hard on my projects. πŸ˜›

Weekends used to be filled with fun and relaxation (except when I was rushing for assignments). I’d go down to ECP with a few friends for cycling, roller blading or simply catch the sea breeze. Either that or we’ll catch a movie somewhere or just picnic out somewhere along ECP or Esplanade. It was fun and relaxing, and I’m sorely missing those days.

Nowadays, weekends are either filled with work, or simply just catching up with sleep. Come to think of it, I better start working soon. πŸ™

I was about to write on monitors that I have bought and what headaches they gave me. But I have since decided that I should write about something closer to the heart (not that the monitors are not close – they ripped a hole from my pocket!). I shall write about growing up with my parents.

I do not have super-duper memory but I remembered growing up with a lot of care from my parents, with my fair share of punishments should I do anything wrongly. I don’t remember being caned for bad test results, but I always ended up reprimanding myself and turned depressed when I didn’t do well. There was once I was so sad, I cried and cried and apologised to my parents for not doing well. Of course, I didn’t get the toy I wanted, but they gave me a consolation prize nonetheless.

My primary school days were filled with doing assignment books – 1 per day if possible, if not 1 every 2 days. Come to think of it, I enjoyed it a lot because it gave great satisfaction to get correct answers and I get to learn from wrong answers without being penalized (in exams). However, I wasn’t the top student in school as my parents would have expected me to… simply because… I was just hardworking, a mugger, but not a genius. Only real geniuses can excel and be a top student in my school. I was a pseudo-genius. Haha… πŸ˜›

I also remembered that my mum would write her own assessment books for me to complete – 1 jotter book after another, until a point in time, I was so fed up, I threw the books onto the floor. Needless to say, I got caned upside down and inside out. However, without all those canings, I would probably still be a lazy bum now – bumming my way here andΒ  there.

Life in primary school was filled with rewards and punishments – where results are concerned. My mum would stop short of calling me stupid, but I get punished for careless mistakes committed during exams, and spared for mistakes that are genuine, i.e. “unseen questions”. Rewards would come in the form of toys – things that I wanted or desired if I topped the class, and smaller stuffs if I came in 2nd or 3rd. Anything lesser than that would see me kneeling on durian husks result in prizes that comes in the form of more assessment books for the following year.

Secondary school life and beyond was totally different. My parents left me the way I was because school life was stressful. It was tough and for the first time in my life, I ended up at the bottom of, not just the class, but the entire school; and I tasted failure for an entire duration of 2 years before I finally started picking up. It was tough, but my parents were there to just encourage me, with no more harsh words.

And as they say, the rest are all history. Looking back now, I am quite grateful for my parents’ care. Without all the canings, I am not too sure where I would be now. It was painful, but essential for someone like me.

What if…

Reminisces May 28th, 2007

As I was reading through blogs of my friends’ lately, I realised that most of them are either getting married, preparing to get married or on the verge of getting married. πŸ™‚ And most of them are people that I knew from SQ/Silkair.

Sometimes, I wonder how life would have been different if I had decided to continue with flying instead of moving on to further my studies. Things would have been different, definitely, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for an entirely different lifestyle thereafter.

It has been awhile since I last made the decision to go back to school, and I have often looked back, wondering how green the grass would have been should I venture further. Would there be a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow across the horizon that seems to beckon to me every now so often? Would I be like the rest of my friends in SQ to know someone they really treasure and get married (and oh, they are non-cabin crew partners, although urban legend has it that it is always some rich businessman).

But of course, one thing that kept me worried was whether I would be able to land a good job/career should I decide to resign from cabin crew at a later time. The decision to resign is always a hard one, after being so used to flexible working hours and good flying pay. If you like meeting different people and travelling to different places, this job is probably for you. Of course, there is the occasional challenging passenger or cabin crew, but that’s just part of the job. You probably won’t see them that often anyway, unless of course that crew is in your team. πŸ˜›

Some of my friends left because they couldn’t get along with the working lifestyle. It is not always as glamorous as people think. I could almost safely say that your working life depends almost entirely on how well you get along with the rest of the cabin crew. A good team will almost always pull you through all the tough times, and a team that you can’t get along with will probably put you in the abyss. One of my friends was so traumatised that she quitted after doing her SNY, which are the training flights before we graduate from STC. Of course, she had to pay back the entire of the 12k bond, but I guess she really couldn’t take it – not from the passengers, but from her team. By some luck, she ended up in the team that I would have been in, and I am not sure if I won’t have reacted the same way if I were in her position.

So now I am left in an entirely different industry with an entirely different prospect. I would say that returning to school had been an enjoyable experience, but the pay or lackthereof, is something that I am totally detesting. I like what I am doing/about to do in the near future, but I am not sure if I am doing my purse-strings any good. Afterall, the allure of money of better paying jobs is always there.