Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Blinded by your sight,
These guards crumbled,
My inhibitions lost.
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
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.