9 WEEKS OF GOODs AND BADs

Good

• Four birthday celebrations this year with good food with the family, boy, girls and colleagues. The exact day was extended by four hours, thanks to the time difference between Dubai & Spore. Though I wasn't home, it was comforting with nice colleagues, chicken tikka, table soccer, drinks and an uplifted cake for a celebration on board the aircraft.
• I've been lucky with my company outstation. Met Michelle twice and had new-found friend Carolyn for company twice.
• The best part of my job- Joe got called up for my HKG flight (how can any best friends' luck beat that!?)! So it was fun til 4am with shopping, eating, squeezing my seven new shoes and some undergarments into my bag, bunking in together, "arguing" about switching off the room lights and having less than three hours of rest before the flight back.
• The next best part of my job- to finally visit Socks in Sydney and eating the fabulous-much-heard-about chocolate mud cake.
• The boyfriend & I are hoping to squeeze in a four days trip right after I touch down on Paris in two weeks time.
• The relationshhip is getting quite fabulous, after a spade of downs.

Bad

• Updated: Cannot meet Naz as often because of conflicting schedules. In fact, I haven't been able to meet up with most of my friends; I'm probably losing my social life soon.
• I'm resigned to my fate of having possessive and restrictive boyfriends.
• I believe I'm suffering for insomnia again.
• I just came back from my worst flight. For 11 hours, I was picked on every single thing I did by the complex leader that I had to avoid him as much as I can in that small aircraft and then make a complain about him when I touch down (but I'm too nice and decided not to complain in the end). And the bloody hypocrite, who obviously doesn't want me to write him in, gave me a better-than-I-expected check report (though it's my worst to date) and I was finally treated with respect for the last hour.
  So, you see, I believe that no one is lucky for long; all my bad things added up together and was delivered damn badly.

Unclassified

• My roster is filled with repetitions but I can't grumble with off days on days I need and all weekends for the first two months at home.
• The job has taken me to places I want to go. The money is not bad at all but at the end of the month, the bank account looks the same as before.
• I'm still waiting for karma to befall- it has accumulated to a undescribable size now.
• My trust in guys has dropped so damn drastically.