3 days off and i'm doing nothing!  i should have just gone to some nearby place like maybe dubai or oman... what a waste!  i'm sooo bored! (as always).  i guess i just couldn't find anything to do! :D

i'm excited for my leave next month though... i got all the documents i need and even my ticket!  i just need to have my visa... which i hope won't have any problems.. i'll do it as soon as i get back from nairobi.  yes.... i'm going to nairobi and i'm sooooo excited! :) 

I just came back from colombo yesterday.  was it so tiring or what?!  we had full load!  but the passengers were all nice, not so much of alcohol drinkers, so that was really really nice.  you know, if you are an FA, you wouldn't want your passengers to keep on calling you for alcohols.  that's just annoying. 

anyhow, i just did my first galley operation (like a kitchen) coming back from colombo.  I had a lot of assistance from my crew, so it was really really nice.  everything went well smoothly.  not bad for a beginner.  my senior told me that i did a pretty good job, only for one thing.  i was sweating like hell when i was in the cabin.  what can i do?! that's just how i am.  it's sooo fuckin hot in the cabin.  and with me running around, doing things, that's just exercise for me.  'with that, i don't think i'll get promoted soon, and might be out of this job if the performance officer sees me. fuckers.  well, i hope not though.  life sucks if that happens coz i haven't been to all the destinations yet. 

life here in doha is boring.  that's the only way to describe this crappy city.  there are only a few taxis around and almost no public transportation which makes it difficult to go to places.  but then again, there are nowhere to go.  i think there are only 4 good malls here, and one of which got burnt down a few weeks ago... so now there's only 3! sucks big time! 

anyway, so far i'm still enjoying my job.  i got to travel and get paid for doing it, so why the hell should i complain huh?  i haven't encountered any rude passengers and crew, and i don't expect to do so. :)  work is not that stressful, tiring at times but manageable.  they say it's a no-brainer job, which i think is partly true... what other people don't know is that we have to keep on reviewing the safety and security procedures in case of emergencies on flight.  which sucks!  apart from which, we should also review our first - aid training every now and then.  luckily, i haven't encountered any incident where i would need to use my first aid skills! haha.  i might get mentally blacked out!  and so far, no decompression yet.  which i hope i won't experience!  or else, i will be the first one to panic! hahahhaha

this month's roster was so-so.  i went to rome, colombo, algeria, dhaka, bombay.  will be going to colombo again and kochi on the next few days.  was supposed to have kathmandu, but the rostering changed it to stupid standbys!  now i got 4 days off! >:(  but anyway, i'll get kathmandu next month, together with manila (yipee!), london gatwick, hyderabad, trivandrum, and bangkok!  short layovers but at least i'll get to experience it. :D  i'm really hoping to get good flights on feb.  that should be their bday gift to me! hehe.

so, do i still consider myself a bum?  yep. still do.  i don't feel like i'm working.  right now i'm having my 2nd day off, and i'll have 2 more off days.  after that, work for 5 days with offs again in betweens.  what a job eh?

well, uhm not exactly.  I saw in the news that Pluto's not one of the major planets anymore.  It is considered to be a dwarf planet. ok didn't know that there's such thing as that.  here are definitions from nasa:

new planet definition
>> a celestial body that must be in orbit around a star while not itself being a star
>> large enough in mass (5x1020 kg/diameter>800km) for its own gravity to pull it into a nearly spherical shape and have cleared the neighbourhood around its orbit.

Dwarf planets
>> the new definition, means that pluto would be put into a category of planets called 'dwarf planets', which is similar to what has been termed 'minor planets'
>> two planets that will join Pluto as dwarfs are the asteroid Ceres and 2003 UB313, nicknamed Xena.

* Pluto was disqualified because its oblong orbit overlaps Neptune's

NEW SOLAR SYSTEM

1. Mercury
2. Venus
3. Earth
4. Mars
>>Ceres
5. Jupiter
6. Saturn
7. Uranus
8. Neptune
>>Pluto
>>Xena

Isn't it a bit sad?  I've always known there are 9 planets, and now they're taking away 1?  can you just imagine how it would affect our education?  They would need to revise all the books.  and what's more, it would affect astrology too.  I heard that due to this, the zodiac sign of scorpio will be lucky.  not that i believe in zodiacs, it was in the news. ha.  and how about to the astrologer who discovered pluto? too bad for him, coz his planet is kicked out.

more news on:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/5282440.stm
http://news.yahoo.com/fc/science/astrono my_and_space
http://news.yahoo.com/s/space/20060824/sc_space/breakingnewsplutodemotednolonger aplanet

The following is from a British journalist stationed in the Philippines.

His observations are so hilarious!!!! This was written in 1999.

Matter of Taste
By Matthew Sutherland

I have now been in this country for over six years, and consider
myself in most respects well assimilated. However, there is one key step on
the road to full assimilation, which I have yet to take, and that's
to eat BALUT.

The day any of you sees me eating balut, please call immigration and ask them
to issue me a Filipino passport. Because at that point there will be no turning back.

BALUT, for those still blissfully ignorant non-Pinoys out there, is a fertilized duck egg.  It is commonly sold with salt in a piece of newspaper, much like English fish and chips, by street vendors usually after dark, presumably so you can't see how gross it is.

It's meant to be an aphrodisiac, although I can't imagine anything more likely
to dispel sexual desire than crunching on a partially formed baby duck swimming in noxious fluid. The embryo in the egg comes in varying stages of development,but basically it is not considered macho to eat one without fully discernable feathers, beak, and claws. Some say these crunchy bits are the best. Others prefer just to drink the so-called 'soup', the vile, pungent liquid that surrounds the aforementioned feathery fetus...excuse me; I have to go and throw up now. I'll be back in a minute.

Food dominates the life of the Filipino. People here just love to eat.

They eat at least eight times a day. These eight official meals are
called, in order: breakfast, snacks, lunch, merienda, merienda ceyna,
dinner, bedtime snacks and no-one-saw-me-take-that-cookie-from-the-
fridge-so-it-doesn't-count.

The short gaps in between these mealtimes are spent eating Sky Flakes
Crackers from the open packet that sits on every desktop. You're never far
from food in the Philippines. If you doubt this, next time you're driving
home from work, try this game. See how long you can drive without
seeing food and I don't mean a distant restaurant, or a picture of
food. I mean a man on the sidewalk frying fish balls, or a man
walking through the traffic selling nuts or candy. I bet it's less than one
minute.

Here are some other things I've noticed about food in the Philippines:

Firstly, a meal is not a meal without rice - even breakfast. In the UK,
I could go a whole year without eating rice. Second, it's impossible
to drink without eating. A bottle of San Miguel just isn't the same
without gambas or beef tapa. Third, no one ventures more than two paces
from their house without baon (food in small container) and a container
of something cold to drink. You might as well ask a Filipino to leave
home without his pants on. And lastly, where I come from, you eat with
a knife and fork. Here, you eat with a spoon and fork. You try eating
rice swimming in fish sauce with a knife.

One really nice thing about Filipino food culture is that people always ask you
to SHARE their food. In my office, if you catch anyone attacking their "baon",
they will always go, "Sir! KAIN TAYO!" ("Let's eat!"). This confused me, until
I realized that they didn't actually expect me to sit down and start
munching on their boneless bangus. In fact, the polite response is
something like, "No thanks, I just ate." But the principle is sound -
if you have food on your plate, you are expected to share it, however
hungry you are, with those who may be even hungrier. I think that's
great!

In fact, this is frequently even taken one step further. Many Filipinos use "Have you eaten yet?" ("KUMAIN KA NA?") irrespective of time of day or location. and or "Where are you going?" ("SAAN KA PUPUNTA?) as a general greeting. they will just responds as "Just right there." ("DIYAN LANG.") And they don't tell you where they are going.

Some foreigners think Filipino food is fairly dull compared to other Asian cuisines. Actually lots of it is very good: Spicy dishes like Bicol Express (strange, a dish named after a train); anything cooked with coconut milk; anything KINILAW; and anything ADOBO. And it's hard to beat the sheer wanton, cholesterolic frenzy of a good old-fashioned LECHON de leche (roast pig) feast. Dig a pit, light a fire, add 50 pounds of animal fat on a stick, and cook until crisp. Mmm, mmm... you can actually feel your arteries constricting with each successive mouthful.

I also share one key Pinoy trait ---a sweet tooth. I am thus the only foreigner
I know who does not complain about sweet bread, sweet burgers, sweet spaghetti, sweet banana ketchup, and so on. I am a man who likes to put jam on his pizza. Try it!

It's the weird food you want to avoid. In addition to duck fetus in the half-shell, items to avoid in the Philippines include pig's blood soup (DINUGUAN); bull's testicle soup, the strangely-named "SOUP NUMBER FIVE" (I dread to think what numbers one through four are); and the ubiquitous, stinky shrimp paste, BAGOONG, and it's equally stinky sister, PATIS. Filipinos are so addicted to these latter items that they will even risk arrest or deportation trying to smuggle them into countries like Australia and the USA, which wisely ban the importation of items you can smell from more than 100 paces.

Then there's the small matter of the purple ice cream. I have never been able to get my brain around eating purple food; the ubiquitous UBE leaves me cold.

And lastly on the subject of weird food, beware: that KALDERETANG KAMBING (goat) could well be KALDERETANG ASO (dog)...

The Filipino, of course, has a well-developed sense of food. Here's a typical Pinoy food joke: "I'm on a seafood diet. "What's a seafood diet?" "When I see food, I eat it!"

Filipinos also eat strange bits of animals --- the feet, the head,
the guts, etc., usually barbecued on a stick. These have been given witty names, like "ADIDAS" (chicken's feet); "KURBATA" (either just chicken's neck, or "neck and thigh" as in "neck-tie"); "WALKMAN" (pigs ears); "PAL" (chicken wings); "HELMET" (chicken head); "IUD" (chicken intestines), and BETAMAX" (video-cassette-like blocks of animal blood). Yum, yum. Bon appetit.

"A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches"-- (Proverbs 22:1)

WHEN I arrived in the Philippines from the UK six years ago, one of the
first cultural differences to strike me was names. The subject has
provided a continuing source of amazement and amusement ever since.
The first unusual thing, from an English perspective, is that everyone
here has a nickname. In the staid and boring United Kingdom, we have
nicknames in kindergarten, but when we move into adulthood we tend, I
am glad to say, to lose them.

The second thing that struck me is that Philippine names for both
girls and boys tend to be what we in the UK would regard as overbearingly
cutesy for anyone over about five. Fifty-five-year-olds colleague put it.
Where I come from, a boy with a nickname like Boy Blue or Honey Boy
would be beaten to death at school by pre-adolescent bullies, and never
make it to adulthood. So, probably, would girls with names like Babes,
Lovely, Precious, Peachy or Apples. Yuk, ech ech.
Here, however, no one bats an eyelid.

Then I noticed how many people have what I have come to call "door-bell names".

These are nicknames that sound like -well, doorbells. There are millions of them. Bing, Bong, Ding, and Dong are some of the more common. They can be, and frequently are, used in even more door-bell-like combinations such as
Bing-Bong, Ding-Dong, Ting-Ting, and so on. Even our newly appointed
chief of police has a doorbell name Ping. None of these doorbell names
exist where I come from, and hence sound unusually amusing to my
untutored foreign ear.

Someone once told me that one of the Bings, when asked why he was
called Bing, replied, "because my brother is called Bong". Faultless logic.
Dong, of course, is a particularly funny one for me, as where I come from "dong" is a slang word for well; perhaps "talong" is the best Tagalog equivalent.

Repeating names was another novelty to me, having never before
encountered people with names like Len-Len, Let-Let, Mai-Mai, or Ning-Ning.
The secretary I inherited on my arrival had an unusual one: Leck-Leck.
Such names are then frequently further refined by using the "squared" symbol,
as in Len2 or Mai2. This had me very confused for a while.

Then there is the trend for parents to stick to a theme when naming
their children. This can be as simple as making them all begin with
the same letter, as in Jun, Jimmy, Janice, and Joy.

More imaginative parents shoot for more sophisticated forms of assonance
or rhyme, as in Biboy, Boboy, Buboy, Baboy (notice the names get worse the more kids there are-best to be born early or you could end up being a Baboy).

Even better, parents can create whole families of, say, desserts
(Apple Pie, Cherry Pie, Honey Pie) or flowers (Rose, Daffodil, Tulip). The main
advantage of such combinations is that they look great painted across your trunk if you're a cab driver.

That's another thing I'd never seen before coming to Manila -- taxis with the
driver's kids' names on the trunk.

Another whole eye-opening field for the foreign visitor is the phenomenon of the "composite" name. This includes names like Jejomar (for Jesus, Joseph and Mary), and he remarkable Luzviminda (for Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao, believe it or not).  That's a bit like me being called something like "Engscowani" (for England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland). Between you and me, I'm glad I'm not.

And how could I forget to mention the fabulous concept of the randomly inserted letter 'h'. Quite what this device is supposed to achieve, I have not yet figured out, but I think it is designed to give a touch of class to an otherwise only averagely weird name. It results in creations like Jhun, Lhenn, Ghemma, and Jhimmy. Or how about Jhun-Jhun (Jhun2)?

How boring to come from a country like the UK full of people with names like John Smith. How wonderful to come to a country where imagination and exoticism rule the world of names.

Even the towns here have weird names; my favorite is the unbelievably named town of Sexmoan (ironically close to Olongapo and Angeles). Where else in the world could that really be true?

Where else in the world could the head of the Church really be called Cardinal Sin?

Where else but the Philippines! ; )

My planned trips to Bohol and Palawan didn't pushed thru.  strong winds and rains made me decided to refund the tickets.. of course, there are also other reasons, such as no moolah. hahahha!! but i would have still gone had the weather been nice.  oh well... i wonder when will i be able to visit those wonderful places?

45 days to go before i leave. i just can't wait for my next stop!

so, you think you're a movie buff eh?  check this out, and name as many movie titles as you can find! fun fun fun!