This place is slowly turning into a zoo by day and a night safari by night. First, a disgusting black iguana made a shocking guest appearance. Today... it was a cute, tiny, still-eeky, lil baby mouse running ard in Erica's cubicle.

Erica is my only female colleague here. She's one very cute, petite mak-nenek. If she freaks out, that's a sign telling that I should probably freak out too. If she run 1m away, I'll run 10m away. Like that day, she ran out of her cubicle to my table (which is not far at all, in fact it's only one step away), and I ran out of my table, into the staff lounge and locked myself in there.

Awae, back to the mousie. IF the baby mouse was here... that means the mother mouse and the father mouse must be somewhere ard here right? I wonder what's next... I hope it's a kitty. Or a koala. Who knows... one of the budget airlines accidentally brought back one from Australia? You nvr know, ok.

Sat in the cockpit today. And catwalked the Valuair's aisle. It's really small. Really budget. But it's nice cos I got to go ard the apron where all the planes are. And I got to see every nook and corner of the aircraft, the reason becos I hv to check the parts on the aircraft and make sure it's the correct parts. Another reason is cos my hand itchy lah. Heh heh. I hv to touch everythin and play with everythin. And ask alot of questions. They don't call me Kepo Queen for nothin. Urm, actually nobody call me Kepo Queen; it's self-proclaimed one...

Yes, that's part of my job. To inspect those darn planes thru the system and sumtimes physically, before they fly off again. But of cos, physically, I got ppl doing that for me. I just kepo-ed ard only, to see what's really IN the plane. And the engineers explained to me those pilot controls and stuff. Landing gears lah, compass swing lah, APU hrs lah, rotables lah... ah nvm, you guys won't be interested in all the technical stuff.

But it's really interestin... And you'll be surprised. They pay those pilots thousands of dollars to press buttons and play with joysticks; and yet they can't do simple calculations. 2+6 can equals to 9. Even 3+1 can become 2. Eh?

Ok. I'm hungry.



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