Fly.
Fly away so high, with no limits measured by any human's minds expanding each and every little bits of dreams and hopes.
It might sounds so cheesy and too determined but for as long as i could think about it, no matter how and why, somehow people will find themselves living with something in their mind as their power to keep living life.
Flight attendant for one.
They live mostly up in the sky. Well they mostly do spend their time up there apart of their day offs. Literally, they fly instead or along with their hopes and dreams.
I, happened to be a flight attendant working for one of the whatever so called one of the best airlines in the world. Partly, i agree but hey... No one really knows or let us say, people has their own standards and opinions.
Working for one year has brought thousands of great senses and thoughts, filling up this tiny piece of tangled long winding slimy cells up in my head. Meeting thousands of other cabin crews in this certain company, working with them not forgetting of when and how and why i serve passengers. From the "high ups" with so-called bad attitude or the "down lows" with i call nice earthy attitude.
Wait...did i miss something there?
Im not trying to point out something or being sarcastic. But, leave alone the people whom the society call the "down lows" but i still think, in my opinion that the "high ups" should know how to behave, as well.
How people can create such image. Some friends told me that the "down lows" behave nicely because they are afraid and feel inferior as well as the opposite. Whereas the "high ups" think they own the fucking world.
A) Am i right or am i right?
B) Am i right or am i wrong?
C) The above options are irrelevant?
Yea! World my ass!!!!
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Thoughts just ran down from my mind and i couldnt control them. But lets go back to what my first discussion was. How i meet other crews, how i serve the passengers and last, but not least of how i, unwillingly accidentally being a very evaluative ID passenger. Well sometimes, we do catch flight back home with our benefits - got discounted airfares.
Lets go back few phases back.
I write this piece of crap just to point out the feeling after catching flight home and then the phase of getting back on the plane. Let me point out the feeling during getting off the car and acknowledging that you know you are heading to a place where you are going to be alone, apart from beloved and those dreams and hopes you left behind back home. Well, the last point maybe only for some cases, for some crews only. Maybe, only me in the whole company. Wait, i exaggerate too much.
Well.
How to describe?
You get off the car, you say good bye to your family or friends and then you see the car leaving you behind and your heart starting to swell and scream, "Stop!! Take me back with you and dont allow me to fly." , which you knew would never happen. Or at least could not happen for some bloody reasons. The worst feeling is that, you could not do anything about this feeling trying to burst out open. You could only smile and face the gate of terminal 2 CGK.
You drag your luggage, filled with things you try to bring from home, from the important stuff you need up to the things that are nothing but stupid just because you are trying to fill up your room so you feel at home.
Let me correct that.
"So you feel home."
You check in those luggages. You get through the immigration counters and the feeling of "i dont want to go. Can i stay home just mommy?" gets worse and worse.
You know in few hours you will arrive in somewhere, not in your hometown anymore and you know you will be working. You start leading your brain to strengthened up and focusing on the first reason of why you fly. You start listing up reasons just to straightened your tangled heart and minds.
Once you got those lists, you get more relaxed. You feel that you just win the competition. But then, you get stuck in the waiting area just right at the boarding area. Let me tell you. This is where the real hell happen.
Your mind tells you that its not too late that you havent yet board the aircraft. But your heart tells you differently. Your heart has got all the lists of reasons strings attached already. You, yourself contradict yourself. How nice.
This is what you get if you fly too much. Your brain got less oxygen but instead, your heart ( re: lungs ) get too much air.
Nahh...im just messing around.
Well, you keep waiting and waiting up until you know its time and theres no more turning back and time to face up the reality, even if you dont know which is which that is called reality.
You start putting your stuff up in the overhead compartment. You try being a very nice, well behaved ID passengers and not being a pain in the ass who requests or troublesome for the fellow cabin crews.
You start realizing, its not that bad going back to where you are working and then i found myself typing this and get to the end.
Soon enough, i will face the terminal 2 Hong kong and get ready for whatever comes next. Once the aircraft door is closed, all passengers are asked politely to take their seat and watch the safety demo video, my worries are left behind as well and i took my seat, closing my eyes and feel the power turbo jet bringing me fast leaving my hometown behind.
