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I failed my first exam today. 30 points and 3 mistakes...we are supposed to have only 1. My eyes are sore, my head is spinning and the girls around me are gossiping like mad. I think I deserve this for letting my arrogance rule my head. And now I'm back to earth.

Since we are only allowed to have 2 retakes, 3 of my co-trainees have already exceeded their limits and are not joining us anymore. out of 31, 3 weeks to go, 3 people are packing up. Why does this sound like a fucking beauty contest.

I only have 1 life line left and that hard blow made me want to pack up and quit too. Here I go job hunting again, I thought to myself. 

No No No, fight fight fight. 3 weeks 3 weeks 3 weeks. Help help help.

Release, Rant, etc.,.

I need to memorize a lot of airport codes. MNL, SIN, etc... makes me miss Geog classes a lot just to name airports and automatically picturing them on the map. Seeing SIN makes me miss Singapore and Changi Airport a lot too. I spent Christmas '11 and New Year's Day '12 there. I already forgot why but I wasn't alone. ----ahaha, of course I know why. And now just thinking about going back there again makes me happy.

In other news, my room mate stole my flipflops. Give me a break. I don't care about brands (especially when it comes to slippers) But that purple Dupe slippers was the best most comfortable pair of slippers I have ever owned and I used my own money to buy that and that shit was expensive and I first wore it in the Toro Y Moi concert with Kat because my feet hurt from wearing heels the whole day and it was still a good pair and hayyy. But that's not what sucks ... What sucks is her stealing it while I'm still living here! Come on, how many layers of skin can you have on your face? My friend saw her using it the other day. I miss Quezon City. I remember a friend once told me about how dodgy Pasay is. But I need QC kind of dodgy.

I emo-ed up in the shower again. Being in a pressure cooker of a classroom is sucking the life out of me. 3 more weeks... The only thing that makes me hold on to this is that one day in the future, I can fly for free!!! I get to eat aligue for lunch in CEB and back home in time for dinner or visit SIN, BKK, ICN, KIX, PUS, MFM and the other regional flights!! I'm totally going to abuse my benefits during the off days for the rest of my working life! 

I passed the CPR exam! Phew! Now, that was hard. I'm trying to recall a more difficult practical exam but I can't seem to come up with a memory of anything I did that was more confusing than CPR, rescue breathing drills for adults, children, infants...It's all I think about. And so today was a totally nerve-wracking day. But these intensely distressed days are good because simple activities like hanging out become the best days ever.

Jace and I and Sara having a massive food trip in MOA on the day of the Lady Gaga concert. 

I need sleep...and I need to watch a favorite band live.

I stopped eating my free packed lunch during training because I feel the need to give it to someone in class and it still makes me cry. About how I complain about things in my head...oh  ...

I really need to see a favorite band live. I owe myself that! Dapat nasa top 5 favorite bands!

Everyone should know their basic First Aid! This week I am about to!

Went home during the weekend and asked tips from my mom who, as an ex-Flight Attendant for PAL, would be some sort of genius about first aid. And I know nothing about it save for the stuff I see on TV and the pumping of the chest. Aside from drowning, I don’t what else situation calls for CPR. **Basically, when the person stops breathing and their heart stops beating.

I’ve done advance reading on the manual and wow, little first aid can go a long way. One of our practical exams requires correct CPR on a nameless dummy and so I’ve decided to practice beforehand…on my dog named Klaus, the only willing volunteer.

Klaus lies on his back while my mom shouts “check for pulse” then I press my fingers on his paws and at the side of his fluffy neck feeling for pulse. “Pulse! But ‘no breathing!’” I shout then I follow it up with “call for help!” then I blow air into is mouth and pump his chest, 3 fingers down from the opening of the rib cage, 8 times. With a real person, and in a real emergency sitatuation, the victim should vomit (projectile type towards you, to be exact) if you’re doing it right. But Klaus just lays there unaware of my panic. In the end, me and my mom realize how silly we were and just laugh it off.

One more month before my first flight! God help me, please.

First 2 exams results out and I topped the class. With much much pain, sleepless, coffee filled, showerless nights. I found a new respect for Flight Attendants after that. I used to assume that being neat and looking nice was enough but you have to know as much as the Pilot knows about the airplane, of course its not easy, nothing you really want ever is but I didn't expect it to be this hard.

On other pure baseless assumptions, my supervisor thinks I have a boyfriend. When I said I didn't she had that "huh?" look on her face and asked me if that was so because I liked girls. Because I was the only one boyfriend-less in the entire classroom. Because someone like me requires a boyfriend. 

Fingers are pointing to you, Sébastien. It's your fault I don't have a boyfriend. I blame you, always. Because of you, the standards are set and they are a contained set of prerequisites, all of which I found in you. Not just Animal Collective.That someone like you could miss me and that I miss you very much, even the orange spots in your eyes after almost a year. And that I'm hoping for you or someone like you back in my life again and I can't have anyone less. I wish getting you was as simple as ordering something online, but from previous experience, they were all general let downs. Yes, I don't have a boyfriend, but I had you and I'm already happy about that. And I'm having fun right now. And you'll be back, I know it, maybe in a different form, shape or size or maybe just you.

I'm taking a break from studying and listening to this song and its heating up my room like summer does.



Enough cheese, back to studying the manual. 

I'm done with the swimming part of the training!

"Who among you are confident swimmers?" the instructor (Piolo lookalike) asked and I raised my hand a bit, and found out I was the only one who did. And so I was designated as second life guard to watch over my classmates as they performed. 

I need to brag: 12 feet water is not deep compared to the off shore sites me and my brothers dive. Sometimes, without any swimming equipment, we race towards the deepest end until we are out of breath and just float on our backs back to shore. Thank you weekly family beach trips to Nasugbu in my childhood for instilling in me this love for swimming. However, I have to admit though, the only thing about water that terrifies me are fishes--- ANY FORM, SIZE or COLOR. At first I will scream at the sight of it, then get used to it, then it's alright...but it takes time to get fish friendly. Anyway, the purpose of this training is not to showcase your talents in swimming but to see how you deal with critical situations, if you panic or you are cool. It's all a state of mind, but it doesn't hurt that I'm especially fond of swimming.

Exams are coming up and that creeping sensation to excel is rekindled. UP days and always needing to perform my best. In advance, thank you UP for instilling in me the discipline to achieve 'honor and excellence'. And now that I am working towards a dream, these skills and faith will see me through. So help me God. Please. Especially in the makeup and grooming part...Ya, that part's the toughest. I'm guessing I'm going to change the way I look, from head to toe and even my eyebrows were not spared --- I dyed it a lighter shade.

Cheese.

Training !

Change is the only constant thing in life. And this year is changing me in ways I could only dream of. First, my name. For some reason CebPac does not want me using 'Andeng' ergo I am now called 'Andi' to which I need to get accustomed to quickly. I mean, when someone calls me Andi I feel guilty for lying about my name and other drama of that sort. 

Second, make-up. I never thought I could actually look more beautiful with the right kind of make up. After all, make-up is suppose to enhance your features and I'll admit it is kind of exciting. I really can't wait to try it on my friends.

My study habits are the same but my discipline on my grooming has changed massively. With classmates who are so pretty and prim, I need to blend in somehow. About dating around, I have to stop seeing people who can be distractions. Why meet dates now, when I'm going to meet hundreds of people next month? Lots of people. Everyday. 30,000 feet high.