"Lord, give me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can,
& the wisdom to segregate the two.................."
-----Reinhold Neibuhr-----
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Friday, May 27, 2005
Gray Matter
gray1 also grey ( P ) Pronunciation Key (gr)adj. gray·er, also grey·er gray·est, grey·est
Of or relating to an achromatic color of any lightness between the extremes of black and white.
1) Dull or dark: a gray, rainy afternoon.
2) Lacking in cheer; gloomy: a gray mood.
3) Having gray hair; hoary.
4) Old or venerable.
Intermediate in character or position, as with regard to a subjective matter: the gray area between their differing opinions on the film's morality.
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Thought it'll be a good idea to take a wee wee before i buckle up for landing.Handed over controls to the Captain, and left the cockpit for the lavatory in the Business Class.Was at ease, and let the nature take its course.Took a quick glance at the mirror,you know,just in case.All looks okay,safe to be in the sight of passengers again.Hey.Bloody hell.What was that glitter on my head??
Just in case some of you guys out there is contemplating to call me a wuss,having gray hair was never the greatest fear in my life.But this time round it kinda bothers me.I related the discovery with such peculiarity,as tho it was a growth with possible death consequence.Why?Exactly....Y now?
Neway,was just bothered by the fact that people often relate having grey hair with stresses in life.So, i was caught with the motion of having to ask myself either i've been to hard on myself.At least people close to me seem to think so.Remembered was once called "A young man with an old soul".Well that kinda answers it.
Somethings just don't change.If you're a thinker,you probably will be for the rest of your life.Or the next.If you live a carefree life,well,good on you,you probably will stay that way.Some call it genetic,some say upbringing.But its if given a choice, i would rather think less.If you know what happen to people like Aristotle,Plato or Socrates, you would probably agree wit me.But like i said, somethings just don't change.
Of late, i realise that i have become so much of a perfectionist,that the stresses that come with it is chewing me.So burdensome it is that i yearn for the best in all areas of my life,that i'm thrusting undue stress right down on my chest.So sure that there is something that needs to be done before the high flyer in me crashes and burn.But it leads to the fact that most of the time you just don't become another person.Cause you are just you.And to change it is not impossible,but like driving against the flow of traffic, requires lots of effort and perseverence.
Don't think i'm heading anywhere close to changing myself, but it'll be quite an idea to take a walk in the park.And smell the roses,they say.I'll try.So help me father.
Of or relating to an achromatic color of any lightness between the extremes of black and white.
1) Dull or dark: a gray, rainy afternoon.
2) Lacking in cheer; gloomy: a gray mood.
3) Having gray hair; hoary.
4) Old or venerable.
Intermediate in character or position, as with regard to a subjective matter: the gray area between their differing opinions on the film's morality.
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Thought it'll be a good idea to take a wee wee before i buckle up for landing.Handed over controls to the Captain, and left the cockpit for the lavatory in the Business Class.Was at ease, and let the nature take its course.Took a quick glance at the mirror,you know,just in case.All looks okay,safe to be in the sight of passengers again.Hey.Bloody hell.What was that glitter on my head??
Just in case some of you guys out there is contemplating to call me a wuss,having gray hair was never the greatest fear in my life.But this time round it kinda bothers me.I related the discovery with such peculiarity,as tho it was a growth with possible death consequence.Why?Exactly....Y now?
Neway,was just bothered by the fact that people often relate having grey hair with stresses in life.So, i was caught with the motion of having to ask myself either i've been to hard on myself.At least people close to me seem to think so.Remembered was once called "A young man with an old soul".Well that kinda answers it.
Somethings just don't change.If you're a thinker,you probably will be for the rest of your life.Or the next.If you live a carefree life,well,good on you,you probably will stay that way.Some call it genetic,some say upbringing.But its if given a choice, i would rather think less.If you know what happen to people like Aristotle,Plato or Socrates, you would probably agree wit me.But like i said, somethings just don't change.
Of late, i realise that i have become so much of a perfectionist,that the stresses that come with it is chewing me.So burdensome it is that i yearn for the best in all areas of my life,that i'm thrusting undue stress right down on my chest.So sure that there is something that needs to be done before the high flyer in me crashes and burn.But it leads to the fact that most of the time you just don't become another person.Cause you are just you.And to change it is not impossible,but like driving against the flow of traffic, requires lots of effort and perseverence.
Don't think i'm heading anywhere close to changing myself, but it'll be quite an idea to take a walk in the park.And smell the roses,they say.I'll try.So help me father.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Decisions..
Made a decision within three days that could affect my career for good.Decided not to take up the vacancy as the Airbus 330 co-pilot and wait for the Boeing 777 or 747 post to open up.So freaking difficult this time round cause just have to make up my mind with info thrown to me in the span of a short three days.Talk about mental fatique.
Was so tempted to leave my current Boeing 737 fleet for the luxurious Airbus.When come to luxury,French has it all.Americans?Not close.But heck sometimes decisions has to be made base on best prevailing information.Would be good to speak to people but ultimately it's all very personal.No one has the best for you but yourself.Suppose its all bout evaluating the facts and tailor-made them for yourself.
Probably the best part bout making decision is that it can't go that wrong or right.Always two sides to things and all there is, is to make the best out of the decision made.The common "half full @half empty" saying falls right into place.And then there is the growing up part.Making decision makes you grow,see things at various angles, and understand yourself much better.Well at least it stands very true for me.It forces you to think what exactly you want in your life, a question which most of us hate to answer.Too tedious to tackle such question.Better to just live life and go when its time.
So glad i made up my mind.Right or wrong i'm always here to stand corrected.Phewww......
Was so tempted to leave my current Boeing 737 fleet for the luxurious Airbus.When come to luxury,French has it all.Americans?Not close.But heck sometimes decisions has to be made base on best prevailing information.Would be good to speak to people but ultimately it's all very personal.No one has the best for you but yourself.Suppose its all bout evaluating the facts and tailor-made them for yourself.
Probably the best part bout making decision is that it can't go that wrong or right.Always two sides to things and all there is, is to make the best out of the decision made.The common "half full @half empty" saying falls right into place.And then there is the growing up part.Making decision makes you grow,see things at various angles, and understand yourself much better.Well at least it stands very true for me.It forces you to think what exactly you want in your life, a question which most of us hate to answer.Too tedious to tackle such question.Better to just live life and go when its time.
So glad i made up my mind.Right or wrong i'm always here to stand corrected.Phewww......
Saturday, May 14, 2005
Friday The 13
Recalled reading something about this infamous day just few days back.Thing t'was sumtin to do with a black guy bruttaly murdered somewhere in US.This racial tragedy was remembered to this day as a day of gruesome notoriety,an inhuman act that worth a moment to ponder and the subsequent taboo was leading to this day being known as a very unlucky day.
People who genuinely know me will agree that i don't give a S***T to such baseless believes.But just for the sake of laughter,i actually had a fairshare of todays "celebration".
Got up early today for a recurrent training in Simulator Building in Mas HQ,Subang.Its the ritual that all pilots around the globe go through.BASE CHECK, as we call it, is what all flyers undergo once every 6months.In short, they (the authorised examiner pilots-AE) chuck you in the simulator and give you a whole lot of entertaininig scenarious.Windshears...thunderstorms....gusting crosswinds.....engine on fire...rapid decompressions...you name it la bro....they got it all.These simulators cost airliners a fortune and they're not asbout ready to put it to waste.
Neway as for today its not the simulator ride.That will be the day after tomorrow.It'll just be the CBT session,basically a Computer Based Training where they gear you up and polish your aircraft systems knowledge before they torture you in the torturing chamber (the simulator).Well the session got through quite expectedly,albeit i wasn't entirely up to it.Had barely 3hours sleep the last nite.Mind over matter.
So what the heck was i bitching about Friday the 13???Well, it has got to do with my car.CBT over,headed to the usually-packed-and- inadequate parking lot.The usual thing that people do when they park there was basically shuf your car to any empty lot that you can find,as long its not gona grieve someone else leaving the lot.Which was exactly what i did in the morning when i got there.
And here i was, walking to my car and discovered this bulky piece of crap locking my wheels.And being a "pilot-person", i was entirely calm.Even crafted a cute smile on my face.Thats life i suppose.S**T happens.Went to the guard house and spoke to the guy in charge of the sinful act.Had sum small talk not worth mentioning here,and was told to wait by my car.And one encik came and save the day...with 30 bucks jacked of my wallet,of course.Didnt even tried negotiating some cheap deal.Just paid the fine and drove of.Told my self-for all and all,THIS IS NOT A FRIDAY THE 13 THINGY!!!!Just to reaffirm my believes system,you know,just incase.And was convince.
That was it.Nothing major,really.Once again stand in triumph and with all glory.Yea...BS, i know.Neway...gota gear up for the simulator sessions.Bring it on man.
People who genuinely know me will agree that i don't give a S***T to such baseless believes.But just for the sake of laughter,i actually had a fairshare of todays "celebration".
Got up early today for a recurrent training in Simulator Building in Mas HQ,Subang.Its the ritual that all pilots around the globe go through.BASE CHECK, as we call it, is what all flyers undergo once every 6months.In short, they (the authorised examiner pilots-AE) chuck you in the simulator and give you a whole lot of entertaininig scenarious.Windshears...thunderstorms....gusting crosswinds.....engine on fire...rapid decompressions...you name it la bro....they got it all.These simulators cost airliners a fortune and they're not asbout ready to put it to waste.
Neway as for today its not the simulator ride.That will be the day after tomorrow.It'll just be the CBT session,basically a Computer Based Training where they gear you up and polish your aircraft systems knowledge before they torture you in the torturing chamber (the simulator).Well the session got through quite expectedly,albeit i wasn't entirely up to it.Had barely 3hours sleep the last nite.Mind over matter.
So what the heck was i bitching about Friday the 13???Well, it has got to do with my car.CBT over,headed to the usually-packed-and- inadequate parking lot.The usual thing that people do when they park there was basically shuf your car to any empty lot that you can find,as long its not gona grieve someone else leaving the lot.Which was exactly what i did in the morning when i got there.
And here i was, walking to my car and discovered this bulky piece of crap locking my wheels.And being a "pilot-person", i was entirely calm.Even crafted a cute smile on my face.Thats life i suppose.S**T happens.Went to the guard house and spoke to the guy in charge of the sinful act.Had sum small talk not worth mentioning here,and was told to wait by my car.And one encik came and save the day...with 30 bucks jacked of my wallet,of course.Didnt even tried negotiating some cheap deal.Just paid the fine and drove of.Told my self-for all and all,THIS IS NOT A FRIDAY THE 13 THINGY!!!!Just to reaffirm my believes system,you know,just incase.And was convince.
That was it.Nothing major,really.Once again stand in triumph and with all glory.Yea...BS, i know.Neway...gota gear up for the simulator sessions.Bring it on man.
Friday, May 13, 2005
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