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The Mile Hi! Club (memoirs of a stewardess)

June 7th, 2009

The mile high club (or MHC) is a slang term applied collectively to individuals who have engaged in sexual intercourse while on board an aircraft in flight.

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The Mile Hi Club is a book (ISBN 978-981-08-2454-9) by former air stewardess Janet Chew. The blurb says that it’s an insight to the glamorous and adult world of a real stewardess - a comprehensive collection of humorous anecdotes, scandals and love stories 35,000 feet in the air.

The book starts at the beginning. Lured by the prospect of lunch in Tokyo, dinner in Paris, our protagonist decides to drop out of NUS (a loss to the Biz Ad guys) and try her luck with a world class airline. She gets the job, her old man objects at first, finally relented, giving her one year before she must return to her books.

The story takes off from there and credit must be given to the author for going into such detail with high altitude sex, shopping and meal service. 5 years pass, her father forgets her promise, she renews her contract and before she knows it, she’s been with the airline for 13 years.

“4 months!” of training. Why the exclamation mark? And the “limiting dress code” - tee-jeans and strappy dresses were not allowed. Curiously, Janet complains about the training and sounds like a pampered little girl who didn’t know the meaning of training. While training, she meets a soon to be promoted steward Guo Ren and learns to smoke. On weekends, she would go clubbing. In between classes, she would chill out on the veranda with fellow trainees. No wonder she has trouble remembering the things taught in class. Imagine what would happen if Janet has to pass exams in NUS.

Janet is ready to fly and she gives us a juicy insider’s view of the cabin. Newbies being bullied, backstabbing by colleagues, gouchy leaders, cocky pilots, unfair policies, skivving, MC queens, thieves, smugglers etc. Nothing unique here, but I managed to learn a few things about scheduling.

Next on the target board are passengers. The anecdotes in these chapters strike a familiar chord with me as many of the unreasonable passengers remind me of alamak patients. She seems to dislike Singaporeans - for good reason as they are often the most demanding and most likely to complain. Janet’s also tells us about Indian passengers who don’t want any drinks until they see someone else gets his. Then, Indian passenger B will ask for it. After B gets his drink, C will ask for it … I’ve seen this interesting chain reaction with my own eyes on a flight to Dhaka.

Janet talks a lot about washing toilets and how she once helped a disabled passenger who has dirtied himself in the toilet to clean up and get some new pants. There are MC queens who try to escape unpopular flights, but there are also those who refuse to report sick even when they are sick. Even with MCs lasting only 2 days, many crew members are working long before they have recovered from flu or other ailments. Air crew sometimes have to resuscitate unconscious patients, only to get stomach contents thrown all over them. On a full flight, dead bodies have to be stored in the crew’s bunk. In these chapters and throughout the book, Janet maintains a certain level of pride and self-respect. She tries very hard to portray the air stewardess as a well-trained professional who deserves some respect from passengers.

Sex on the plane? Janet has no problems with passengers engaging in oral sex under the blanket. However, when a passenger exits from the toilet followed by a stewardess, Janet makes sure that she never flies again. That’s how principled and professional she portrays herself to be.

Janet also tells us things that take place in the hotels where they stayed. There are quite a lot of juicy bits, but my favourite are the ghost stories. The man whose wife’s ghost walks to the galley to order a drink for him. She was on the flight, but in a wooden box in the cargo compartment! That’s a good one. Of course, more unexplained encounters occur in hotel rooms. Janet could have made the stories a bit more interesting with a few subplots and a little creative additions. Janet is either trying to be factual or just isn’t very good at spinning fictional yarns.

Scandals occur in every field and sector. I was expecting bizarre and convoluted plots from such happening people. Suffice to say that the juicy reports on adulterers and two-timers are too predictable and fail to impress. I’ve heard better tales from my pilot friends. Janet breaks up with senior steward Guo Ren and falls in love with a handsome, smooth-talking guy with a stable of fast cars she met in the pub. This doesn’t seem consistent with the street wise, principled and professional woman Janet tries to portray herself throughout the book. He turns out to be a two-timer. Are we surprised? Not when affairs with married karang guni men and abandoning babies in Phuket have made it to the headlines before.

There’s a happy ending to it. Janet meets the man of her dreams on board a flight. He slips her his card, she emails to him, they date, they get married and she quits flying after 13 years. The final chapter is a Q&A thingie with a lot of lame questions from clueless little boys/girls.

It’s overall quite a good read. Janet’s style is rather hip, with lots of Chinese and Singlish expressions. No prizes for guessing which airline she flew with. Janet succeeds very well in her attempt to entertain. It’s not difficult to read the book from cover to cover on a flight from Singapore to Hongkong. As far as changing our perceptions about air crew goes, I’m afraid Janet has failed. We all acknowledge that not every air stewardess is a materialistic SPG but the way she writes her memoirs tell us that there’s certainly a higher tendency for developing such traits and many other bad habits in this line.

Happy Journey?

June 6th, 2009

SMRT has always been sparing no effort in promoting gracious behaviour. Let others get out before you get in. Give up your seat to someone who needs it more (so we don’t have to provide more seats). Move away from the doors (we don’t care if you’re alighting soon, just let us pack as many people as we can).

And to get their message across this time, they’ve employed Gurmit Singh, the funny man who tickled local viewers from Channel 5 to Channel 8 with iconic characters like Phua Chu Kang. And if we look at the comments on YouTube, we realise that many people enjoyed this educational video.

“Don’t pray pray, let me out first”.

Huh? A foreigner may ask what on earth that means. Sure, Phua Chu Kang is funny and meaningful in front of a local audience. What about foreigners? Well, I saw an ang moh lady carrying a backpack dancing to the beat, but that’s not really the point. This is not part of the Arts Festival. There is a serious message behind Phua Chu Kang’s performance. If that message doesn’t get across, money would have been wasted.

This video has been played many times over in the MRT stations since it was first launched. Has it or will it ever make MRT users more gracious and considerate? To answer that question, we must first look at the people who need to be educated most.

The other day, as I was trying to get into the train at Dhoby Ghaut, a woman who was entering the train and talking loudly into her mobile phone suddenly made a U-turn at the door and walked out, pushing against the flow of boarding passengers. She was trying to catch a glimpse of the number of the station (NE6) to inform the person she was talking to.

Phu Chu Kang didn’t tell us not to do that. In fact, he didn’t even sing/rap in a language that this woman can understand. I think before we even try to produce a video that serves any educational purpose, we must first find out the language spoken by the majority of those who don’t behave in a considerate manner.

Do we have the appropriate talent for an effective educational video that targets the rapidly growing segment of our population that needs to be educated on considerate behaviour? You bet.

Greener Pastures

June 2nd, 2009

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In English, it’s called cradle snatching. There is far more interesting Chinese expression. It’s called 老牛吃嫩草. For the uninitiated, the picture above shows 82-year-old American Nobel Laureate (Physics) Franklin Yang with his 28-year-old wife Weng Fan.

Such situations are not new to any society and both English and Chinese expressions carry negative connotations. The majority of sour gr … I mean kaypoh people will not have nice things to say about such couples. And if you knew that Weng Fan’s father is marrying her aged husband’s grand-daughter, you may throw up your last meal even if you’re not very kaypoh. How boring would this world be without these interesting characters who do the extraordinary.

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Back in Singapore, our local celebrity Marcus Chin has created the same sort of stir in the media these couple of weeks. The reason? Everyone thought that Marcus has dumped his wife of 23 years to go with a sweet young thing whose age is quite close to his years being married. The same expression of 老牛吃嫩草 was used, this time with condemnation as Marcus is still technically a married man. Marcus defended himself by pointing out that bulls of all ages need to eat grass. There is no rule saying that old bulls can’t eat young grass. He made the mistake of not addressing the issue of his marital staus. In response, fans and haters blasted him big time. Is Marcus such a disgusting guy? Why do some people pretend to know what is right and good for him?

I first saw Marcus on TV when I was in primary school (early 70s). He was known as 建彬哥哥 in a children’s show called 小小天地. I also saw him off  TV. He was a regular visitor at the block at Commonwealth where I lived. On a few occasions, I took the lift together with him. It was rumoured that he was going after a girl living at my block. In secondary school, a classmate told me that Marcus was his primary school teacher.

Marcus took part in the Chinese Talentime. I was one of his supporters. Too bad he didn’t win. He later hosted variety programmes and performed in comic sketches. He disappeared from the entertainment scene for a while, then made a comeback in recent years. I think it’s good that he has come back. He is a witty DJ and a very talented performer. Singapore’s entertainment scene will not be the same without him.

Last night, Marcus appeared on TV to tell his side of the story. He explained that his marriage has been on the rocks since 16 years ago. Being brought up a certain way, they were reluctant to get divorced even though both were suffering. Finally, they couldn’t take it anymore and were officially separated since October last year. His relationship with his young assistant started in January this year and she wasn’t the third party that caused his marriage to break up. He also pledged 60% of his monthly income to his soon to be ex-wife and gave full ownership of their apartment to her.

He also apologised for his defence of 老牛吃嫩草. Whatever for? Nobody knows if he’s got any razor marks on his chest like our Kelantan princess. Nobody knows whether his wife has contributed positively or negatively to his current situation. Nobody knows if it was his wife who kept mentioning the D word while he endured it till he finally snapped. Maybe as a performer on the local scene, he needs to maintain a politically correct image so that his fans will not hate or abandon him or worse still, Mediacorp gets blamed for harbouring immoral artists.

Finally, allow me to congratulate (belatedly) our table tennis superstar Li Jiawei on her wedding. Did anybody from Singapore fly over to Beijing to congratulate with the happy couple? Would she recognise her fellow Singaporeans? Marcus can take a few lessons from Ms Li. Timing is important.

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