Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Bright Lights

Senses cold,
Blinded by your sight,
These guards crumbled,
My inhibitions lost.

Thoughts disarray,
Yet one was not mistaken,
In darkness I see your play,
In light all others were hidden.

Sooner or later you'll disappear,
My everything I forsook,
Dreamers run far and near,
Chance for a second look.

Save your bright lights for me,
All of it just this once.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Overheard At 30-Odd Thousand Feet

pilots have manners in the air. it's common to hear when flying through different countries' airspace to give a greeting like good morning/good afternoon/selamat siang/sawadeekrub when entering boundaries. i guess it's a little impolite to just barge into their airspace without a hello. this guy however, takes the cake for rudeness. 

when flying INTO kuala lumpur airspace a pilot calls to the air traffic controller:

aircraft: lumpur control, selamat datang! this is XXX.

it's like a stranger walks into your home, then welcomes you to your own place, claiming all your possessions.

maybe we should strictly stick to standard english phraseology.