12:29 | 31.05.2008
we've been had
i had my 'mini vacation' in malta. a 2-day stop was just enough to cure that longing to go somewhere else. being an hôtesse d'air (lesson from dear french friend)has its perks, this one being having the ability to run away to another place when i hit the wall. and not just any place, but a mediterranean paradise just below sicily.
the one thing i had to do was to take a jog around the harbour and by the beach. i didnt have my camera around to take the fantastic sunset but it was good enough an experience for me to remember for a while. i took the picture in mind anyway.
oh, and of all places Dubai is the one place i can practise my french. Not paris because they will be too stuck up to talk to you in english and not singapore because its not authentic. so from the 80% expats we have here, i grab the french and speak the sexy francais. here's how my practice sessions are like:
(to any random french dude)
"do you speak french?/ are you french?"
"yes (?!) "
"comment ca va??"
"ca va bien, et tu?"
(this is the time i get confused and struggle for words so i immediately dive into introduction)
"eh.. je m'appelle Yun. je travaille a Dubai. je suis hôtesse d'air."
(french friend gives a couteous smile and maybe says sth or tries to get away)
"(insert some more french)"
"AU REVOIR!!" ( i shout this as my very last attempt)
(correct spelling, though without symbols, courtesy of trusty translator on ibook dashboard)
what did i say, its june already!
a girl who cannot believe shes in her twenties. religiously likes things to come in 3s. a pathological compulsive cheater who cant help falling in love. is addicted to bikram yoga and thinks of her current flying job as an economical way to travel.
...deliriousdolly@gmail.com