Mr Green

Could you remember having your parents telling you that you do not have to go to school today because it's the holidays? Well, that wonderful feeling relive in me again just by taking one day off from work. I was so glad when I saw my boss's replied sms showing "Ok", as normally he will ask me questions like "How come?" and then, I had to start explaining to him. That welcoming feeling of Yippie Yay Yays! warmingly sips into the soul.

Feeling like a bummer and having lots of time in hand, I just wanted to feel the wind blowing to my pale face. It sure felt great to go to places on a weekday while everyone else was at work or in school. I had finally caught "The Incredible Hunk" to end a perfect one day's rendezvous, after much recommendations from my brother and friends.

Another kudos movie from Marvel Comics. Worth every cents of my SGD9.50! I have always liked Edward Norton as he is one of my favourite actors; a very dynamic versatile actor who could carry the roles of a villian or a hero. In this movie, he plays the heroic role of Bruce Banner as he attempts to find the cure to get rid of himself becoming a hulk. Any lady will want to touch that gentle face while looking deep into those baby blue eyes and say "It's okay". In this case would be Liv Tyler who plays the character of Dr. Elizabeth Ross, Bruce's lover.

The ending part of the movie was the best. This is where General Ross is approached by Tony Stark (The Iron Man Movie) that a "team" is being put together. So this reveals another upcoming Marvel Comics movie Avengers is on the way?

Next movie to catch will the Hancock starring Mr Will Smith. A July movie!

Relaxing and smelling the flowers

I nagged at him to not call me using his handphone as international calls will be too expensive. We smsed each other then I realized, him smsing me will be also expensive. Catching up through MSN messenger will be tiring due to the different time zones. So we finally concluded in emailing each other instead.

He survived his flight test yesterday. Apparently, the flight test was more like a roller coaster, not that this is the first time for him but he was telling me the duration ordeal throughout was quite uncomfortable. It ascended up very steeply and fell down the sky very steeply too as the pilots test the control surfaces. The only best part was him trying the IFEs in the First and Business Class. On the whole, the test took about 5 hours.

"Relaxing and smelling the flowers here." It seems that the hangar site looks like a countryside. I told him to take a drive to the outskirts of the city since summer will be hitting Toulouse soon. Unfortunately, he decided to give up his Mercedes B-class car since he is afraid to drive due to the awkward left side of driving. And so, the spending of 60 euros on cab fare.

True to his words, he sent me lots of photos, naming Day 1, Day 2, etc so that I won't miss out anything that he sees or observes while he is there.

The buzz ambience of the music festival

Exceptional

Today's morning was exceptionally quiet and so the passing time before the teleconference call with the Seattle team starts at 9am. This game is really fun! Mark where you want to hit, build up that shooting thrust momentum and release the arrow. Frankly, I miss a few shots (never a computer game player :P) and then, the excitement starts when you manage to succeed and go to the next levels as the distance between you and the friend becomes further. More fun, just imagine that face that pisses you off when you "accidentally" shot the friend. Damn, it's already 9.01 am!

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Discussion agenda for today, whether it is engineering-sound for the converted aircraft not to be painted. With the soaring jet fuel price, the customer just wants to be"creative" in finding ways to make the plane lighter for the ferry flight to Hong Kong. Paint apparently adds a few tonnes of weight to the plane.

The plane has to be stripped to its naked-bareness in order for it to proceed on with the conversion programme. So imagine, a plane that has a silver-bared fuselage as it makes its ferry flight to Hong Kong if an IDR is issued out for the green light. Heh..

Genres

3 genres of music.

First was Hip-Hop/RnB. Cool, sleek with the most pinkish kissable lips. With the A'ights, shortys, daddys and the bling-blings. Too much of it makes you feel sick, actually.

Then came, Rock.

Next is Easy listening. Easy listening is well..what can I say, nice. But alas, there is no combustion of fire-sparks. Just safe and nice. Can I say abit boring?

Now, rock is something that you can never get sick of it. You like rock because it grows on you slowly and then you get hooked. Rock just brings out that adrenaline rush in you as it brings you to the extremes in a good way.

I miss my rock.

Fire-Fighting

For the past 2 days, the hangar had been hosting the visit of the new board of directors and the CEO. PTF has always been the top showcase that the CEO will choose everytime visitors or potential customers come to visit the company.

Admiring the various aircrafts ascending past the hangar and enjoying the slight breeze as my boss, the two colleagues of mine and myself waited patiently for the VIP visitors. I would say that my hangar being the furthest from the rest, has the closest proximity to the airport and hence, having the best view of the runaway.

We walked them through the avionics workshop and then, to the control centre to see the project charts. The board of directors were pretty impressed with the concise visualization charts as my boss explained them; a clear story-tell overview on what is the progress and the status of the project. I guess I was beaming quietly inside hearing such positive feebacks.

Passing our time

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Fire-fighting. Almost everyday. I simply want to give up sometimes. It can be so emotionally and physically drained. I was letting out to my friend who is currently stationed to do the 767 conversion program that how much I will like to leave and how much tiring this program is sponging on me.

"Don't be silly. You are still young and doing something high profilic. Of course, there are lots of jealousy and back-stabbing. Don't leave but rather take some time off, you're just tired. Remember that you might be doing the 777 conversion."

A nice guy who drives a cool blue Mazda car.

And that is enough

I guess I'm using the head rather than the vulnerable heart in seeing the situation that I am currently in. To avoid any complications and messy affairs that one day each of us will just regret. Probably because we need to work together and we share the same mutual set of friends. He is different, I am different; both of us leading two different lifestyles.

The best thing is that we are both matured enough to know that we could only be just good close friends. And that is enough.

" Take lots of photos okay!" " For you, anything." Another hour more, before his plane departs.

More photos from Seattle

You inject life in me

"You look pretty yesterday. You look prettier today." I don't really handle flatteries very well, shy as I looked down. Stupidly, I could hear myself saying " And you'll meet some gorgeous French girls with big blue eyes and fell in love with her."

I don't know really understand but everytime we are with each other, I feel safe with him. He's a great friend but alas, just a friend. I'm just enjoying his friendship at the moment, one more day with him before he leaves on a jet plane.

You can sense the pride in him when he shows me off to his other friends. That definitely, feels good.

I have been a living dead, working and working, trying my best to cheer up in this humble life of mine. Injector of life, you in me. Not because of all beautiful words you say to me but the motivating and the accepting on who I am. Being myself when I am with you.

For that, I am grateful.

Pink City, bright Lights!

Something good that I wish it last abit longer. We accidentally met some people at work today, as we strolled down laughing and talking. Come tomorrow and it will probably be the talk of some people at the parent company. But it is nothing that I should worry about because we are not doing anything sinful or bad, just two single people being good close friends.

He will be going to Toulouse this Wednesday to see the next delivery of the fat plane. 6 weeks will come and go very fast.

Catching up

I guess I have not been keeping my promise to try to make time for friends. Been hanging out with all sorts of other people that I have neglected this special group of ladies whom we called ourselves "the Kluns".

Again, I am the last one to wish her 'Happy Birthday', or would I say now ' Happy Belated Birthday'. I use friendster to track my friends' brithday dates but seems that I did not receive any alert emails to tell me any of my friends' birthdays.

Well, it's the thought that counts I hope. Apparently, she's engaged to her longtime boyfriend. That, also I am the last one to know.

Sometimes, I wonder where have I been. No wonder, they call me 'MIA'. Well, I'm slowly weaving my way back to friends' world! Does that make sense?

Landed, crashed or still flying and cruising

So Holland had won against Italy with a perfect triple score to nothing. The UEFA European cup has started 5 days ago but I guess I wouldn't have the time to see the early morning matches due to work. I guess I just need to rely on the newspaper to check out the details of the soccer updates.

"So do you want to go St. James this Friday? I know you like live band performances. Can get a coke since you don't drink alcoholic drinks." Momentarily, I gave him a hard stare, thinking maybe I had heard him wrong. " Yeah, I love live band performances but I don't go to such places." As I gently said no to his offer of companionship.

This is the guy who compares his past relationships to status of planes as "have landed" and "already crashed down". Apparently, his current relationship is "still flying and cruising".

Sorry but I'm not those type of girls who goes out clubbing or listen to lounge music at some club places. Am I missing out on anything? Nope.

Mr Keropok

Mr Keropok's name was blinking on my handphone. It's 10.39pm, doesn't he know that it is not office hours now? Thinking twice, I was wondering whether I should answer his call because I am so tired.

I call him Mr Keropok because he has this cramped face everytime I see him at work. He is one of the young LAEs who is at the same age group as me so we kind of get along with each other.

Him:" Don't worry, it is not about work. But rather about my personal life"
Me:" Phew. I thought you wanted to complain about something."

Reflecting back. I could still remember, him coming to my cubicle with this sparkle in his eyes. He wanted some privacy space and so, he sat next to me while I was busy replying my work emails.

Me: "What are you doing?"
Him: " I'm writing a letter to someone. Do you have pencil colours?"
Me:" You're in luck." As I opened my drawer to get my pocket of magic pens.
Me:" What letter are you writing about? Is that a flower you are drawing? So ugly."
Him:" Hey, this flower reflects me okay. Simply me." As he continued, colouring his daisy-looking flower in purple and brown.
Him:" Liza, have you ever like someone before?"
Me:" Yes, I have."
Him:" What did you do when you like someone?"
Me:" I tell him."
Him:" Yep, that is what I am doing today."

Apparently, he met someone he like. But he was afraid to take that step ahead. Probably afraid of being rejected. I told him that it was so fashionably old-school, telling someone that you like by giving her a letter, but I didn't want to admit to him that it was rather sincere and original.

I asked him who is this girl who has stolen his heart. " It is someone in this hangar." And so, I was thinking hard of all the names of girls that I know working in this hangar, it is not as if there are many.Less than 10, actually.

Then, he gave me a small smile as he wrote that one single name on the letter.

Today, I was telling him that work romance is hard as there are bounds of people who will see and ask. "No matter what you do at work, be extra sensitive and remember to take care of her heart." Both of them are my friends at work in the same hangar as me, two LAEs liking each other.

She accepted his letter. They are still friends because she wants to take things slow and steady before going to that big step. He has a failed relationship once and will not want to do anything to jeopardise this current one.

Well, Mr Keropok, I expect to see a smile on your handsome face now. Wish you all the happiness.

Airline

My parents are travelling again. This time to New Zealand, visiting the North and the South islands.

I am always concerned whenever they travel by air. "Which airline company?" is the normal standard question that I would ask them. Last year, my heart flipped when my mum says she will be taking that flight as I warned her the airline has been given stern warning over their airworthiness safety' issues. " If I am fated to die in the air, then I am fated" was her usual nonchalant answer. Fortunately, I had received sms from my dad to rest assure that they have landed safely.

So far, they have boarded planes of various airlines that have been to my work place for maintenance checks except for that particular one. Sometimes, I feel like paying for their flight to make sure they are on the plane of the airline that I choose, just to ease my worry back on ground.

They will be taking the parent airline company, come this Saturday, thank goodness. Just need to give a call to my friends' at the line, to make sure the aircraft engineers there have done their double inspections. Okay, that will be too much. Hee..

Loving planes

It's a nice feeling eating dinner together with your parents, at home. I came home early today, just hoping to spend some time with my parents and brother. Usually, when I've reached home, my mum will be in bed already, fast asleep while dad sits infront of the tv as usual waiting for me to come home and then retire to his room after I have stepped in.

Eating together as a family means the chance to talk with one another, sharing the days' events. Even during the weekends, it is hard to have time to eat with my parents, as there are always other activities to do or other functions to attend. I guess you cherish this warm moment if you are a family oriented person and I am happy to stay grounded in that sense.

Unfortunately, in the work state that I am in, it is hard to spend time with your loved ones. Yes, my working hours are regular; 830am till 530pm but since the work program that I am is a project basis, it is just tough and so you learn to juggle. I have given up in explaining to people outside work on why I am always busy at work, that is when the project has started. Some think that I pretend to act busy which is in fact far from it.

I would love to just leave work on the dot, go out with friends. I guess some close ones have stopped calling me because I am busy. I hate going home, sitting alone in the train after 8pm, reaching the west after 9pm and the routine starts over again each weekdays. With the management growing so cold even getting your leave to be approved by the bosses so that you could spend time with the family is so hard.

Nowadays, the hangars are so congested with planes of various airlines as the management is banging on the On-time-delivery (OTD) and then you, being evaluated on your key performance index(KPI). Some of us are just waiting for that final crack before blowing all up.

But with all these, I am still loving my job because I take pride in what I do. It gives me a sense of satisfaction as I challenge my intellectual abilities and capabilities with the people at work.

A girl who loves planes.