The Running Robot

It has been three years since my last medical review for my flying license. This time round I was referred to the Republic of Singapore Air Force (RSAF)aeromedical centre for my review. And the doctor probably overzealous in preserving only the best pilots for the Air Force, decided to suspend my licence till I got a proper report from my doctor concerning my condition. I was shattered, utterly shattered when I got the news. This is the second time in my life when my wings got plucked away from me. Even though, I have not flown for a number of years due to financial reasons. The wings remain an important part of my identify. It also reminded me of my dreams. Just a mere week ago, I was declared medically fit by the army to serve in counter terrorist ops. If the army can deem me fit enough to handle a SAR 21 with live rounds and assess correct threats. Then why can't the air force allow me to fly a civilian Cessna. I walked out of the medical centre, stumbled to the ca...

Meeting an Eurocopter Ecureuil/Squirrel head on... Looks like a scene out of Call of Duty: Black Ops. Minus the pink dolphin of course. :P

Aerial View of Seletar Airport The old 9V-BOQ The sun hanged lazily over the horizon as I peered out of my windscreen. It was barely 6pm but the sky was already darkening. The runway lights by the airfield was already lighted, ready to guide the next aircraft to the safety of the airfield. The airfield has changed so much since we last flew here. From the leafy, quaint Seletar Airport of old. The entire airfield has transformed to an vast industrial complex of aerospace companies. All the big names, Roll Royce, Fokker, Pratt and Whitney have facilities here. It has became a cold unfeeling place. No more the place to rub noses with parked Cessnas and Pilatus. "My son will never see the old greeny Seletar Airport of old. " AJ muttered. I nodded. Its being almost 7 years since we last took off from in our little Cessna 9V-BOQ from this place. So much has changed. So did our lives. He has became a father and will soon be an airline captain. I have gotten ma...

I browse through my old blog today. A blog which I stop writing after my illness struck. It reminded me of the old life of the running robot. Back in those days, running robot was a professional teacher and was earmarked with a great future. His promotions were swift and he was the quintessential go-getter. However, his heart was always with his first love. Flying... After years of being told that the bespectacled running robot has no place in the world of pilots. A fellow flyboy AJ reached out his hand and brought the running robot into the cockpit. It was after all a myth. Pilots do not have to have natural perfect eyesight. Blessed with a license of the Civil Aviation Authority. Soon, the robot was a regular in the cockpit of a Cessna 172N earning his way towards his Private Pilot License. On weekdays, the robot will be teaching students Geography in the school. On the weekends, he will in the skies, buzzing overhead his home and school. The students that he taught were awar...