How to ask out a flight attendant....?

I came came across this today and actually thought it pretty entertaining. If not funny. The semi serious professional tone of the readers voice does not even help the fact that its just plain hilarious.

Its like an idiots guide to asking out a flight attendant, except you'd be surprised by how many men actually do neither and choose to do the more delightfully embarassing techniques. Like....throwing a wad of bills into my tray for one? (i swear, no lies) or how about grabbing an actual ring and proposing in between service?(this, thank god was experienced by a friend)

Watch this....



If you ask me though....its pretty convincing i must say. If the guy is pretty decent looking and not thrice my age, i think id go for it.

I mean nothing beats an expensive dinner and date on a layover right?

While you were sleeping.....

DMM: airport code for Dammam, Saudi Arabia.

Last night while some of you were in bed, or well stuck with your daily 9-5's, i did a quick turnaround flight to Dammam.

Passenger Load TO DMM: FULL (meaning a full 350 in a boeing 777)
This flight was seemingly packed to the brim with mostly Indonesian/Filipino/Pakistani contract workers or labourers who are flying out of their country to work for the first time. Some of them looked scared, some looked nervous, some obviously looked sad to leave their loved ones behind, but alot of them had the look of excitement, enthusiasm and mostly hope. To a number of them, working in a new country is an answered prayer, a chance to give themselves and their families a better life. But to a few, they were just left with no other better choice.

Passenger Load BACK from DMM: 80 passengers
Considering the amount of people that we fly to DMM not just today but almost everyday, this is an incomparable ratio. It makes me wonder. How many of them have really been fulfilled and successful? How many of them are really in a worst state?

It brings me back to a few incidences Ive had in the short time ive been flying. I have nothing against Saudi's or any other arabic countries, but they have been infamous for mistreating women, labourers and more often than not to their domestic help. Ive heard alot about certain incidences, which i hardly really believed. I mean who are we to really judge right? Until i saw and witnessed it myself. This im talking based on my experience solely.

Once, i remember i had a flight from Jeddah (another neigbouring city of DMM, in saudi as well) and we had two indonesian women come on board. I believe they were on their way back to Jakarta. One woman, in her mid twenties seemed awfully pale and sickly. She was walking unimaginably slow and had the other woman (a friend most probably) holding her by her arm and assisting her and merely cluthched a tiny plastic bag with her, with her legal documents with her. She was unable to talk, seemed like in shock, in pain and had bruises all over her hands. We didnt want to, but we had to offload her. I talked to the friend, who understood absolutely no english and who couldnt understand what was going on at all. I speak a little bit of their language, and hence got to shed a little bit of light to her on the situation at hand. She got to tell me teary eyed, that her friend has to come home with her because she had no one back in jeddah and that shes scared her "employer" might come and find her. She also got to mention that her friend has been sick for months now and that she has been abused by her employer for even longer. She never really fully mentioned it, but we believed that the woman was actually sexually abused as well, judging by the way she walked. It was an extremely emotional sight. Even until this very day, i could still imagine that image of the woman walking down the aisle with her feet spread apart, shaky and in pain.

Or how about that one time, i had a woman travelling from Dammam back to Jakarta faint with tears in her eyes just before landing? We thought she had some kind of medical emergency only to find out that perhaps she just couldnt stand the sight of her coming back home to her family with nothing. Her whole family sold all their land and gave her all their money just so she could work overseas to make MORE money for their family. It turns out, she worked for her employer for almost a year and he never paid her wage. She was abused and locked in the employers only to have her visa expired and hence deported.

All this, just with the hopes of giving their families a shot at a better life.

Looking at all those women last night with smiles of enthusiasm in their face. I cant help but sometimes feel bad, as if i want to tell them all to just go back home. But then i figured, everyone deserves at least one shot right?

While some of you were in bed, or well stuck with your 9-5's, some are on their way to a totally life changing journey, one can only imagine what kind of experiences are such. All there is left to do is to hope for their best....they deserve at least that

The real air babylon-anyone?

Because everyone deserves an introduction....

Hi everyone my name is....
I am blank years old...i know jeebus im getting old.
I live in insert-some-sexily-fascinating-city
I love to highlighteverysinglehobbyimaginable

gosh who really gives?

Sometimes the best things read are the ones not needing the acknowledgement.
Not that i think im amazing. I just think theres more to be said and learnt about life than pondering on my age.

I will never mention trinkets like my name nor my whereabouts. Neither will i mention the real names of any characters and actual places. Anonymosity comes hand in hand with truth at most times, and well of course to protect the guilty should an event arise.

I wanted to be able to write what truly is and not what would sound good (moral lesson: life of pi). I want to, for once, be able to be myself and say what i want to say. Im putting an end to general people pleasing and taking the first scary step in pleasing just myself.

That and well making sure that you get the juiciest on what really happens upon take off and landing. What really is behind all that "glamour". Why we call it a "lifestyle" and not a career. And, as the book said what separates those who wear the uniforms from those who doesnt.

I always wondered how the life of a flight attendant is like. What places they see, who people they meet and what kind of experiences they have. I always thought what a crazy life it might be, and crazy it can be i tell you. I always wanted to know how glamorous their everydays must be, and what really goes on in their heads and their suitcases. (these feelings even magnified after watching gorgeous Gwyneth and her manual demonstration). I always wanted to hear their stories, i wanted to know what its like to be them, with all the glamour, the rules, the partying, the people, the rude drunks, the stereotypes, the highs and lows...the scams, the dirt, the fulfillment, if pilots and stewardesses really like this or that...everything........

and this i get to tell you, first hand....through my very own jumpseat.