If it hadn't been for some recent tragedies in my life, I'd bet my yearly Philippine Airlines ID 00 international tickets that I would still be working my lazy ass off in the Reservations and Ticketing department of the oldest airline in Asia.
I loved working there, if only for the tickets and the friends I've made. We were (and I bet my friends still are) working for pennies but the almost monthly trips that I took all over the Philippines, Asia and beyond more than made up for the less than $400 a month that I took home. Couldn't care less about the salary, as long as I had tickets to anywhere PAL flies to. Jeez, good thing I was living at my parents' home and still slightly dependent on my father.
The biggest problem I'd had was where to go to next and who I can drag along with me who hadn't been, or who's willing to go back, to the place I'd set my heart on for that month. I had a seven-year love affair with Philippine Airlines. We had our ups and downs but to me, it was mostly love because PAL took me to paradise beaches and the most exciting locales. My lust for travel had been satisfied over and over again by this crazy, old, proud and haughty Philippine flag carrier.
The succeeding entries would be reminiscences of a woman in her more carefree days who enjoyed everything that her young life and low-paying job had to offer.
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