Tuesday, July 31, 2012
On a serious note.
Hello August!
It seems like I am already too thrilled to start the new month. Who would not be? And besides it's the last month in the calendar 'til we hit the ber months. I always love the Christmas holidays.
For the past few days since I got back from Rome, (you know the truth about having love sweeter the second time around, well, my 2nd time there was truly better than the last time), I ended up having day offs consecutively leaving me completely running out of chores to do. I grew up having responsibilties more than I can handle. So basically, I cannot stand being a doormat. Seeing my roster for August kinda gives me the creeps too. I will have three days off after a flight. And for me, watching Youtube, or updating my Facebook status are not at all a productive way to spend it. I googled, I called friends, and emailed a few just to ask for some tips to explore diligently my leisure time. Flying right now doesn't feel like a job at all. It's because I love it so much that I feel recharge and more energetic after reporting for duty.
I have to go out there. I believe that there's still more to life.
And there was this girl from my hometown that I knew when I was around seven or eight years old. She moved to California before she reached high school. We were not really good friends, only my family seems to know each other. But from that moment I still remember how pretty she was. Her dark long hair and tan skin, slightly slender physique and her American accent at that young age. Well, I found her in Twitter the other day. She finished her Law degree in UCLA. Wow. Then in an instant I remember one guy I met a few years back who graduated also from UCLA. There was certainly more inside that beautiful head of hers. Like the guy who also graduated from UCLA who is now residing in Hong Kong with a kidbut still no idea if he remarried, this girl is also living her life for a cause, for a purpose. I just admire those people. Reading her site the other night made me more determined to push through the calling I have inside me. The guy is a CEO of a Communications Company in Hong kong and in Asia, who is also enganging himself in so many different charitable institutions. He has this advocacy for Education, providing scholarships for bright students who are less fortunate. While this pretty girl I used to know is having an organization that encourage buying local rather than imported goods. I can feel her passion just reading her words and looking at her pictures. She's more than just another pretty face.
Then I met Joel Osteen. God is working in such mysterious ways,you know. I still remember how I got his book. During my darkest times last year, my mom's passing and the heartache, my cousins from my dad's side invited me to sleepover in their house since I started joining them in their church. In between girl stuff and book review she gave the Joel Osteen book. I am not trying to advertise him here in my blog. I just want to take this opportunity to thank him for being such a blessing. For helping me realize a lot of things when I hit the lows.
We need people in our lives. No one is an island. I don't want to raise a debate as well with regards to religion. My point is, we have time in our hands. Some people use it wisely while others choose to just lose it.
If we have a chance to make a difference why not take it?
I used to be the girl who wants to stay alone most of the time. I was a brat. But I guess life will teach us to become the best versions of ourselves. Sufferings will mold us to become stronger, will prepare us to our future.
With thise much time I have in my hands, I have so much time to develop myself to be that girl and guy from UCLA. Joel Osteen was telling that if God has planted you the seed to that dream He will certainly show you the way to make those dreams come to pass. I am not perfect. I just have this burning desire that I have to level up to God's best.
And P.S.
I will never ever be apologetic for my religious beliefs for this is who I AM.
I climb my way up and will continue to inspire others.
It seems like I am already too thrilled to start the new month. Who would not be? And besides it's the last month in the calendar 'til we hit the ber months. I always love the Christmas holidays.
For the past few days since I got back from Rome, (you know the truth about having love sweeter the second time around, well, my 2nd time there was truly better than the last time)
I have to go out there. I believe that there's still more to life.
And there was this girl from my hometown that I knew when I was around seven or eight years old. She moved to California before she reached high school. We were not really good friends, only my family seems to know each other. But from that moment I still remember how pretty she was. Her dark long hair and tan skin, slightly slender physique and her American accent at that young age. Well, I found her in Twitter the other day. She finished her Law degree in UCLA. Wow. Then in an instant I remember one guy I met a few years back who graduated also from UCLA. There was certainly more inside that beautiful head of hers. Like the guy who also graduated from UCLA who is now residing in Hong Kong with a kid
Then I met Joel Osteen. God is working in such mysterious ways,you know. I still remember how I got his book. During my darkest times last year, my mom's passing and the heartache, my cousins from my dad's side invited me to sleepover in their house since I started joining them in their church. In between girl stuff and book review she gave the Joel Osteen book. I am not trying to advertise him here in my blog. I just want to take this opportunity to thank him for being such a blessing. For helping me realize a lot of things when I hit the lows.
We need people in our lives. No one is an island. I don't want to raise a debate as well with regards to religion. My point is, we have time in our hands. Some people use it wisely while others choose to just lose it.
If we have a chance to make a difference why not take it?
I used to be the girl who wants to stay alone most of the time. I was a brat. But I guess life will teach us to become the best versions of ourselves. Sufferings will mold us to become stronger, will prepare us to our future.
With thise much time I have in my hands, I have so much time to develop myself to be that girl and guy from UCLA. Joel Osteen was telling that if God has planted you the seed to that dream He will certainly show you the way to make those dreams come to pass. I am not perfect. I just have this burning desire that I have to level up to God's best.
And P.S.
I will never ever be apologetic for my religious beliefs for this is who I AM.
I climb my way up and will continue to inspire others.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
another day @ the "office"
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| in-room dining before heading back to DXB...of course pasta! spaghetti with clam sauce |
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| @ the Colesseum |
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| no one can take my picture...so it's as if im taking a picture with the floor |
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| one of the loveliest places to get a quick bite in front of Piazza Venezia |
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| trying to find our way to the pantheon |
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| @ the Pantheon |
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| i heart altars |
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| long walk just to arrive @ the piazza navona |
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| it would suck not to have this! |
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
The Drive-Thru
I wonder how hot the temperature is going to get. It's only July and yet you can literally fry an egg just by leaving it outside. I wonder how those poor laborers can stand the heat and drink hot tea while doing their daily chores. We are just very fortunate to be working comfortably under our air-conditioning that functions well. What about our dear Muslim brothers who are fasting in this holy month of Ramadan? To abstain any food and water from sunrise to sunset is definitely no joke.
Just a few days ago, while I was called out for standby I thought I would not see the light of day. I do not fast. But I respect other religions. Here in UAE it's mandatory to observe Ramadan and follow the rules strictly. Meaning you cannot eat or drink or even chew gum in public only after they had their Iftar until Suhoor. I've been experiencing Ramadan for the past five years. It's brutal for me all the time.
It's a month long of lifestyle change. I normally put away some type of clothing since the Locals are very, very conservative during this period. Showing your arms and your legs is definitely No-No! Imagine being under a 50 degree weather and you are wearing your cardigans over a skirt that's about to touch your toes. If you want to eat or drink make sure you do it at the comfort of your own home. Restaurants only open after seven pm. During the day most establishments are just quiet. Mallrats will come out to play only in the evening until 2am. There's nothing much to do for us who are not Muslim. I prefer just to stay at home or with friends when not working.
Hiding comes a long way. One time over the weekend after a few errands to OBGYN, Carrefour, friend's house me and a couple of my family members were caught in our dangerous level of "hungriness". In broad daylight we were completely drained with no energy to function out of hunger. Certainly nothing left to drive home and eat there. So, we had drive-thru instead. The easiest, the fastest and not to mention the most unhealthy. McDonald's . Over our own "happy meals" we made a strategy to pass the grease smoothly in our tummys without getting caught by the officials who are very eager to catch unlawful behaviors during this time. We recline our seat, cover the windows with the shields and eat slowly without using our hands obviously. Think of being fugitives for eating in their so-called "ungodly" hours. I devour my burger with poise while my eyes were on full alert. When everything was clear, I mean literally clear we fix ourselves from where we parked and acted like we just took a nap or something. I can see my cousin's eye from the rear-view mirror. And in a matter of seconds she cracked up and laugh so hard like an exploding volcano. I will never forget that hot saturday afternoon.
Going back to my standby experience the next day when I almost faint out of dehydration and heat stroke. And hiding again at the back side of the internet room just to have a bite was just excruciating. I learned a lesson from this experience the hard away. I will definitely suffer whether I decide to fast or not since I get hungry easily. So food for thought: always bring something to eat, and make sure it's as small as a dime so the Ones who are fasting will not notice that you are cheating. I am all hands down to these people.
It's only been a week and yet it feels like I lost another pound or two. Maybe my B is right after all. I should take advantage of this period too. I broke up my relationship with Gelato lately. I shouldn't give Gelato a cold shoulder after all, for it's always been my comfort food during all these years. And perhaps my appointment for my BMI check wouldn't hurt so bad.
Ramadan Kareem! better late than never with the greetings!
Just a few days ago, while I was called out for standby I thought I would not see the light of day. I do not fast. But I respect other religions. Here in UAE it's mandatory to observe Ramadan and follow the rules strictly. Meaning you cannot eat or drink or even chew gum in public only after they had their Iftar until Suhoor. I've been experiencing Ramadan for the past five years. It's brutal for me all the time.
It's a month long of lifestyle change. I normally put away some type of clothing since the Locals are very, very conservative during this period. Showing your arms and your legs is definitely No-No! Imagine being under a 50 degree weather and you are wearing your cardigans over a skirt that's about to touch your toes. If you want to eat or drink make sure you do it at the comfort of your own home. Restaurants only open after seven pm. During the day most establishments are just quiet. Mallrats will come out to play only in the evening until 2am. There's nothing much to do for us who are not Muslim. I prefer just to stay at home or with friends when not working.
Hiding comes a long way. One time over the weekend after a few errands to OBGYN, Carrefour, friend's house me and a couple of my family members were caught in our dangerous level of "hungriness". In broad daylight we were completely drained with no energy to function out of hunger. Certainly nothing left to drive home and eat there. So, we had drive-thru instead. The easiest, the fastest and not to mention the most unhealthy. McDonald's . Over our own "happy meals" we made a strategy to pass the grease smoothly in our tummys without getting caught by the officials who are very eager to catch unlawful behaviors during this time. We recline our seat, cover the windows with the shields and eat slowly without using our hands obviously. Think of being fugitives for eating in their so-called "ungodly" hours. I devour my burger with poise while my eyes were on full alert. When everything was clear, I mean literally clear we fix ourselves from where we parked and acted like we just took a nap or something. I can see my cousin's eye from the rear-view mirror. And in a matter of seconds she cracked up and laugh so hard like an exploding volcano. I will never forget that hot saturday afternoon.
Going back to my standby experience the next day when I almost faint out of dehydration and heat stroke. And hiding again at the back side of the internet room just to have a bite was just excruciating. I learned a lesson from this experience the hard away. I will definitely suffer whether I decide to fast or not since I get hungry easily. So food for thought: always bring something to eat, and make sure it's as small as a dime so the Ones who are fasting will not notice that you are cheating. I am all hands down to these people.
It's only been a week and yet it feels like I lost another pound or two. Maybe my B is right after all. I should take advantage of this period too. I broke up my relationship with Gelato lately. I shouldn't give Gelato a cold shoulder after all, for it's always been my comfort food during all these years. And perhaps my appointment for my BMI check wouldn't hurt so bad.
Ramadan Kareem!
Sunday, July 22, 2012
In Heat
Five rooms or so as I walked in the hallway full of books with titles I hardly understood. There he was, looking after that dear creature covered in fur. I looked around and tried to make up my mind of what could these empty spaces used to be.The ornaments covered in dust, dried leaves and scented memories that still linger in them. The yellow lights up the ceiling were almost as dim as the night sky where shadows dance in their respective harmony. The warmth of his lips as it touches mine were as hot as the midnight air of what was outside a few minutes back. I looked around and waited for him to settle. I sat by the study and listened to the music playing with the wind that harbors the balcony with its disturbing sound.
I looked into his eyes trying to read his mind. I was no good. My assumptions sometimes are unreliable. So I stayed focus on his ways as he grabbed me with his mighty arms under that pale white skin. It feels comforting and familiar. We cuddled for an hour or so until I succumbed to my embarrassing anonymity with alcohol. We talked in syllables then finally carried me to where we can both rest our bodies comfortably.
We scour our souls with the hunger and absence of the bridge that connects two people who seem to be under the spell. I saw his wide smile across his face and I couldn't help myself but let go and let our own rivers flow in synchronicity. I cannot blame nor regret of what's out there. It's wonderful to feel alive. When two bodies become one in mutual respect I consider it divine and just beautiful. I don't care what others think. I am no saint but I am exclusive and elusive.
Don't ask me about the morning after. I swore not to drink alcohol ever only if saving my life solely depends on it. It's quite pathetic for a woman like me in her late twenties. The banging sound digging inside my skull and the somersault inside my defenseless stomach were undeniably the symptoms of a bad hangover.
Under the melting heat of the sun peeking through the glass windows as the white drapes were of no use we let ourselves be. No words needed. I can look into his almond-colored irises and I completely knew what step we both shall take. He covered me with the sheets and his arms all throughout that hot summer day and the day after. Human skin after all is like a precious blanket you can never buy at the store and yet more silky and soft and protective than the finest silk or cashmere.
As I bid my temporary adieu for the moments seem to pass by quickly he held me once again with that stare I haven't seen with anyone else before. I wished for him to stay with me or vice versa.
And here I am again in my cold bed covered in sweats trying to fathom the mystical wonder of being the only one.
I looked into his eyes trying to read his mind. I was no good. My assumptions sometimes are unreliable. So I stayed focus on his ways as he grabbed me with his mighty arms under that pale white skin. It feels comforting and familiar. We cuddled for an hour or so until I succumbed to my embarrassing anonymity with alcohol. We talked in syllables then finally carried me to where we can both rest our bodies comfortably.
We scour our souls with the hunger and absence of the bridge that connects two people who seem to be under the spell. I saw his wide smile across his face and I couldn't help myself but let go and let our own rivers flow in synchronicity. I cannot blame nor regret of what's out there. It's wonderful to feel alive. When two bodies become one in mutual respect I consider it divine and just beautiful. I don't care what others think. I am no saint but I am exclusive and elusive.
Don't ask me about the morning after. I swore not to drink alcohol ever only if saving my life solely depends on it. It's quite pathetic for a woman like me in her late twenties. The banging sound digging inside my skull and the somersault inside my defenseless stomach were undeniably the symptoms of a bad hangover.
Under the melting heat of the sun peeking through the glass windows as the white drapes were of no use we let ourselves be. No words needed. I can look into his almond-colored irises and I completely knew what step we both shall take. He covered me with the sheets and his arms all throughout that hot summer day and the day after. Human skin after all is like a precious blanket you can never buy at the store and yet more silky and soft and protective than the finest silk or cashmere.
As I bid my temporary adieu for the moments seem to pass by quickly he held me once again with that stare I haven't seen with anyone else before. I wished for him to stay with me or vice versa.
And here I am again in my cold bed covered in sweats trying to fathom the mystical wonder of being the only one.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Just got this from my InboxGroup
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| Group Pic.... better late than never....from one of my first friends on-flight.... |
Total Knock Out!
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| ready to fight! |
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| while the bride and the groom were getting busy to do their poses...we goof around! |
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| Your make-up artist-model will knock you out if you don't like it! |
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| Totally done for the night....it's past midnight... |
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| The bride and the groom-to be...their Pre-nup photoshoot .... |
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
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| dear chocolate cake, hey what's up? we used to be best friends you know. yeah, since I started getting annoyingly "healthy" watching what I eat, I started being cold on you. But you know what I miss you with all my heart. I am giving my dear love for Ice cream a break for now, maybe we should "get-back-together".... what do you think? give me a sign.....Love...ME:-) |
Out of Impulse
It certainly happened to me a few days ago. When I get used to having three days off in a row and I started running out of things to do I just want to lay in my bed and just do absolutely nothing. I did have those days in the past. But I guess if you're in a relationship and there's no distance barrier and the feelings went absolutely intense I love having those days when you just cuddle in bed all day leaving the rest of the world getting busy with their own business. And a few days back having been alone for a while, believe me how hard it was to stay in bed. I was in fact desperately asking for company especially for that significant other to come over or me to come over. It was difficult to avoid the war inside your head as you wrestle about thoughts that you should not be entertaining. I have worked hard to stay optimistic. I guess when the brain is not busy it's easier for that voice to plant some ideas that are just not going to be helpful.
I have a lot of plans already sorted out, goals that needs to be accomplished in time. Suddenly due to my sudden addiction to watching Ellen Degeneres and Oprah re-runs on Youtube I also did start having some impossible dreams. I know right. I am going crazy.
But people who are close to me indeed at first, will laugh at my crazy ideas. However I know deep inside I am a fighter. As long as I am convinced and determined to make it happen I will surely do everything to make it come to pass. Hey, it's free to dream and besides we are our own destiny. And having a dream after another makes me avoid having those super lazy days in bed.
I am actually in a middle of a night siesta before I have my midnight Airport standby, but I just want to pour out my feelings before I become lazy writing down my thoughts.
More on my crazy ideas in my coming posts... for now I just have to sleep again and maybe in my dreams I discover some useful tips.
Ciao!
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
My favorite Victoria Secret...
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| it takes a LOT of dedication to stay fit. I indulge once in a while. But no pain no gain. And you have learn to love yourself first. Then share the love! |
Thursday, July 12, 2012
It's just one of those days...
When I spent the entire day in front of my laptop forgetting the hours as I pour my emotions in writing. Who knows, maybe in a not-so-distant future I have my own Best Selling novel hitting the shelves.
When I spent the entire day working out every four hours to take out the guilt of my overindulgence for ice cream for four days in a row. And seemingly, my love for it follows every square inch I land my feet on. Oh, you have no idea how much I try to avoid even a single scoop of it.... oh my dear love.
When I spent the entire day just watching Taylor Swift on Youtube. I get so inspired from people who achieve massive success and yet be able to stay grounded, be a role model to young people and old ones too, and the journey to having dreams coming to reality. Success stories just moves me and tear me up like a baby. I hope to be an inspiration too.
When I spent the entire day just sketching til my hands went numb and my face almost covered in charcoal. When hitting the shower became a must-do in order to avoid the roommate to start thinking I am crazy. And my eyes started to be bloody red and oh, no more sketch pads. :-(
When I cannot sleep at night. Either because I've been all alone for so long in such a big apartment and just the mere echo of something makes the tiny hair at my back to stand up. When my imagination becomes so incredibly tricky.And was so desperate for company....
When you incredibly miss someone. Hoping you can freeze time in a way. Catch the butterflies inside my tummy and put them in a jar. When kisses don't just mean the chocolate treats but from someone who becomes so dear and close to your heart. I totally forgot the feeling of sadness that used to cover me a year ago. I feel sixteen again. Dear Heart... why you're beating faster this time?
When I feel more eager and grateful for each blissful and Blessed day coming from God. To wake up and having this immense motivation to make a difference. To do something differently. To touch someone's life, to pray for someone randomly during the day, to stop and smell the coffee and the freshly baked cookies.
When I miss my Mom too much I can't stop crying. Sobbing like a five year old girl who got lost in the crowd is not a pretty picture to see for a twenty something like me who put an effort to have a brilliant smile all the time.
When I just feel so thankful for all the Best days and more Best days to come!
Hey! thank God it's friday again tomorrow!
When I spent the entire day in front of my laptop forgetting the hours as I pour my emotions in writing. Who knows, maybe in a not-so-distant future I have my own Best Selling novel hitting the shelves.
When I spent the entire day working out every four hours to take out the guilt of my overindulgence for ice cream for four days in a row. And seemingly, my love for it follows every square inch I land my feet on. Oh, you have no idea how much I try to avoid even a single scoop of it.... oh my dear love.
When I spent the entire day just watching Taylor Swift on Youtube. I get so inspired from people who achieve massive success and yet be able to stay grounded, be a role model to young people and old ones too, and the journey to having dreams coming to reality. Success stories just moves me and tear me up like a baby. I hope to be an inspiration too.
When I spent the entire day just sketching til my hands went numb and my face almost covered in charcoal. When hitting the shower became a must-do in order to avoid the roommate to start thinking I am crazy. And my eyes started to be bloody red and oh, no more sketch pads. :-(
When I cannot sleep at night. Either because I've been all alone for so long in such a big apartment and just the mere echo of something makes the tiny hair at my back to stand up. When my imagination becomes so incredibly tricky.And was so desperate for company....
When you incredibly miss someone. Hoping you can freeze time in a way. Catch the butterflies inside my tummy and put them in a jar. When kisses don't just mean the chocolate treats but from someone who becomes so dear and close to your heart. I totally forgot the feeling of sadness that used to cover me a year ago. I feel sixteen again. Dear Heart... why you're beating faster this time?
When I feel more eager and grateful for each blissful and Blessed day coming from God. To wake up and having this immense motivation to make a difference. To do something differently. To touch someone's life, to pray for someone randomly during the day, to stop and smell the coffee and the freshly baked cookies.
When I miss my Mom too much I can't stop crying. Sobbing like a five year old girl who got lost in the crowd is not a pretty picture to see for a twenty something like me who put an effort to have a brilliant smile all the time.
When I just feel so thankful for all the Best days and more Best days to come!
@kITCHEN DRAMA!
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| when u spent the whole day in bed...then I heard my tummy screaming : HEY SKINNY PLS GET YOUR A** OFF AND FEED ME! |
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Skinny Girl Travels and gets Paid for it!
Most of us dare to dream. We make the most of what has been given to us. For dreams give us reason to live, to not just exist. I believe that each of us are created for a definite purpose. One day at a time, I try to decipher each sign to live up that purpose.
Traveling has always been one of my greatest passion in life. I remember when I was growing up my parents used to drive us to different parts of the country, no matter how remote, exotic and maybe a little bit dangerous the place seems to be. We travel with other three family friends and I can still recall every single detail of every single camping, long drives and endless story-telling throughout the entire journey. It was pure entertainment. And I must say that's how I grew frustrated to becoming a rock star. I was madly in-love with Taylor Hanson way back then and Spice girls were such megastars too,screaming Girl Power. But it was the long way to the destination that made me realize a lot of things about myself and what God wants me to become.
Growing up I was undeniably enthused by different cultures. I was just this girl who is overly excited to discover new things, meet new people and learn new stuff. I used to spend reading Time magazine over and over and cutting the places I would love to visit and getting fascinated by different people who speak a language other than English. I told myself , one day I will get to visit them and I will write everything about each country that I've seen, I've tasted and felt with my senses. I guess it's just so thrilling to feel alive.
I thought about Paris. But it was Rome who got first on the list. And I must say, God blew me away. He indeed always exceed my expectations. The timing was so perfect and the people were just amazing all throughout. The architecture, the food, the Italians, the churches were mostly on my lists of things that I consider wonderful to be "firsts". I love ice cream. I love shopping. I love lazy days whenever I get the entitlement for it. I got them under one destination. Damn! I will get my Prada bag in Italy! It sure is a great deal!
But you know what, it was just the experience of having to finally experience something that you used to just dream about that's just mind-blowing. It's like a fairytale coming true.
Going back to my flat after my first operational flight as a Crew was a moment of Epiphany. Pure joy. Pure gratitude for all of the blessings from God. It also made me more aware that I owe much to what I have become now to all the people who touched my life in the most amazing ways.
I have a mission. I have a legacy. I've been so blessed. And may God help me become a blessing too to others, for mainly this is what Life is all about.
Have a great weekend everyone!
Traveling has always been one of my greatest passion in life. I remember when I was growing up my parents used to drive us to different parts of the country, no matter how remote, exotic and maybe a little bit dangerous the place seems to be. We travel with other three family friends and I can still recall every single detail of every single camping, long drives and endless story-telling throughout the entire journey. It was pure entertainment. And I must say that's how I grew frustrated to becoming a rock star. I was madly in-love with Taylor Hanson way back then and Spice girls were such megastars too,screaming Girl Power. But it was the long way to the destination that made me realize a lot of things about myself and what God wants me to become.
Growing up I was undeniably enthused by different cultures. I was just this girl who is overly excited to discover new things, meet new people and learn new stuff. I used to spend reading Time magazine over and over and cutting the places I would love to visit and getting fascinated by different people who speak a language other than English. I told myself , one day I will get to visit them and I will write everything about each country that I've seen, I've tasted and felt with my senses. I guess it's just so thrilling to feel alive.
I thought about Paris. But it was Rome who got first on the list. And I must say, God blew me away. He indeed always exceed my expectations. The timing was so perfect and the people were just amazing all throughout. The architecture, the food, the Italians, the churches were mostly on my lists of things that I consider wonderful to be "firsts". I love ice cream. I love shopping. I love lazy days whenever I get the entitlement for it. I got them under one destination. Damn! I will get my Prada bag in Italy! It sure is a great deal!
But you know what, it was just the experience of having to finally experience something that you used to just dream about that's just mind-blowing. It's like a fairytale coming true.
Going back to my flat after my first operational flight as a Crew was a moment of Epiphany. Pure joy. Pure gratitude for all of the blessings from God. It also made me more aware that I owe much to what I have become now to all the people who touched my life in the most amazing ways.
I have a mission. I have a legacy. I've been so blessed. And may God help me become a blessing too to others, for mainly this is what Life is all about.
Have a great weekend everyone!
Friday, July 6, 2012
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