Someday

Hmmmm.. Poppie baji mentioned shawarmas in the comments on the last post.. yes baj I havent had one in ages either... insha'Allah soon... and you know what baj.. when you mentioned 'em.. my mind went back to that fateful day.. (btw people, shawarma and frappucinos so MIX).

And yes Alhamdulillah I am in a new job and its going well.. Duas always appreciated tankuu bewy much...

Right... I read this a coupla days ago.. (it was an email forward I think) and couldnt stop laffing and ofcourse being the regular blog updater I am, decided I should share with all in blogistan.

By the way, I'm not sure about the statistics provided in the paragraph below, just read the funny bits ok!

"Quantas Problem Solving"

After every flight, Qantas' pilots fill out a form, called a "gripe sheet" which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics correct the problems, document their repairs on the form, & then pilots review the gripe sheets before the next flight. Never let it be said that ground crews lack a sense of humor. Here are some actual maintenance complaints submitted by Qantas' pilots & the solutions recorded by maintenance engineers. By the way, Qantas is the only major airline that has never had an accident.

(P= The problem logged by the pilot.) (S= The solution and action taken by mechanics.)

P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement. S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.

P: Test flight OK, except autoland very rough. S: Autoland not installed on this aircraft.

P: Something loose in cockpit. S: Something tightened in cockpit.

P: Dead bugs on windshield. S: Live bugs on backorder.

P: Autopilot in altitudehold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent. S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.

P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear. S: Evidence removed.

P: DME volume unbelievably loud. S: DME volume set to more believable level.

P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick. S: That's what they're for.

P: IFF inoperative. S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.

P: Suspected crack in windshield. S: Suspect you're right.

P: Number 3 engine missing. S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.

P: Aircraft handles funny. S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, & be serious.

P: Target radar hums. S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.

P: Mouse in cockpit. S: Cat installed.

P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer. S: Took hammer away from midget.

Brimful of Asha

Ladies and Gentlemen, It's me.

Who, you say? I say me and if you can figure it out, Binje gives you a cookie. I certainly am not sharing my chocolate chip, macademia nut cookie. That would be quite unheard of. And why am I here? Why, where else would I be? Not studying that's for sure.

I am supposed to tell you that Binje is.. well, Da Binge, or Bman, or whatever you want to call him but I figure all of you know that already so we shall not go over that again. (Binje is outside fighting the crocodiles, and oh look, he beat one, that's how strong he is! *puts on glasses* whoops, that wasn't Binje beating the crocodile that was..let's get out of the parentheses, shall we?)

So, what shall we talk about? Smoothies? Aren't they great? And if you haven't tasted a smoothie, you have my utter sympathies and I'll send you some fruits so you can make yourself one. Smoothie, that is. There's something so decadent about them, they.. what's that word? They burst upon your tastebuds with the same intensity the sun shines on green fields in the morning.

I have no idea what else to talk about. *tries thinking* (It's been a while since I did so, so bear with me, thank you). I learnt in Biology that if you dissect poor little animals, they will haunt your dreams horribly until you feel all the remorse that is in the world pool in your consciousness resulting in the most horrific nightmares.

But then, I am a drama queen so you shouldn't take me seriously. My Abbu was talking to a cat yesterday. Don't tell me that's normal, people talk to their cats all the time, it was the neighbour's cat! I told him to stop talking to strange cats but he told me to stop hating, yeah, that's what he said. I think he's been watching too much mtv. (Or the equivalent of.)

Yesterday at work, I told a manager, "you have stale milk on your shelves." With a stern voice and face, my friend says I looked like Matilda's (Roald Dahl) head teacher. *makes a face* Gee. I felt so attractive. The manager hates me more than ever now (which is a good thing since I have never wanted to be liked by slime).

I'm reading this book called Waking Beauty, the heroine goes to bed ugly (her word, not mine) and wakes up beautiful. *raises both eyebrows* It's quite interesting.

Okay fine, I cannot stick to one subject for more than two sentences. If that makes me quirky so be it. And if you did manage to go through all that utter ridiculousity (it is a word now), thank you. I now return you to your regular diet of Binje-wait, *peers outside* well, the crocodiles won, so you will be returned to your diet after Binje's been to the doc's.