all in a week's work

last week,

sunday:

i woke up early, packed some water, packed my camera, packed my hat into my crumpler, and left the house at 7.00am. singapore airshow. was hot.

literally, the sun baked down on everyone at the site. when i got there at 10.40am, it was blistering. it was cooking hot. my nose and arms and neck were burnt red. even with the hat on, my nose still didn't escape.


but the best part of the show, was watching the air aerobatics display. so @#$% cool.
the black knights, the australian roulettes, the F-18 hornet, the F-16 fighting falcon, the A380 and some ulu ulu aircraft which was so uncool. if you were there on sunday, you would have seen the F-18 crack the sound barrier. so sexy....


and then we met this hot female doctor/pilot from the US pacific demonstration team. she actually flies the F-16.

monday.........

we, unfortunately had to say goodbye to our AT friend, william. he left us on to study farther abroad in scotland aerospace. we went to some sushi bar in orachard cineleisure (i forgot the name of the restaurant) to have the lunch buffet, and yea, i nearly puked from eating too much. then we headed down to lucky plaza to have a few rounds of expensive pool... shit it's $8.50 an hour. finally, cam whoring for the 1st time in my life, and of all places, in paragon's 3rd floor gents bathroom.


tuesday -_-

i got news on sunday during the airshow that my flight was scheduled on tuesday afternoon. well, for the 1st time in my entire phase 1, i never made so little mistakes before, except that, my taxying is still pretty much like fast and furious. and for the 1st time in my entire phase 1, siva gave me a 4.0. ok? no it's not, he usually gives a 5.0 even though the performance is poor. but hey, maybe he's being realistic. he tells me i got to prove my worth in my sortie 5 before he lets me move on to phase 2.... just great eh?

thursday

hoooo kay,thursday was probably one of the most shocking, most exciting, most hilarious, and most painful day in SYFC. shocking? well, i expected to be flying with siva in the morning on thursday, but, when i got there.....

"who's HO CK?" i look around the ops room to find instructor HO CK... and good lord. it was the Chief Flying Instructor. shit! i wasn't ready for this.... but i haven't got much of a choice.

exciting? maybe because it's chief, i got jittery nerves by the time i touched the aircraft for initial checks. i was praying like mad he woundn't walk out so soon. i only had 10 mins. i scrambled round the aircraft like a mad man to do my external checks and my pre start checks. and took out my FRC and Pre-Flight brief to recheck all my lessons and my operating procedures. my nerves were all helter skelter by the time he got into the aircraft with me. i went totally numb. my starting and after start was wobbly, and by the time i taxyed out to yankee, i was going in zig zags. my legs just went stiff. by the time i run up the engine, i was totally malu-ed. but i somehow managed and pull through without any help from the chief. *thank god*

hilarious? hohoho..... i think the chief was a pretty decent dude, he's got these glassy blue eyes that make you wonder if he's actually human. well, i can assure you he is, because he farts. yea. if it wasn't me, who else would it be? i was doing my climbing and descending while he was prompting me, and all of a sudden, i got a whiff of this nasty smell. i was like... what's that smell? is it the engine? it smells like someone took a shit!

still delirious from the smell, i nearly opened my mouth to ask the cheif what was that smell, and if the smell was from the engine failing.... but i thought better than to ask this innocent question. i coundn't risk getting a low 3.0 for my flight.

one you see your friends you spent your saturdays wtih leave you one by one, it really stings alot. yesterday, we bid farewell to another friend. fareez was the 4th to leave the SYFC BFC 157 course, following aslam in suit....it was a painful day.

i won't be sharing any music videos in the mean time, since it really hasn't got much views. but i enjoy watching them. i hope you did too, but it's ok if you don't really like it, just tell me.

and as for homecoming day? sorry, its the final ground school of my BFC. so, i can't miss it, for it may be my last.

last but not least; we have.....

tomorrow is my last paper of the year.

and what better way to celebrate, than to go back home, and have a good rest? mm.. and a hot bath.... and the nice cozy bed.....

but now, it really isn't the time to think about that. the last paper i'm having is AMP. which is, well..... like geography, literature, social studies and history, in the form of chemistry.

the same long winded stuff, boring, not happening, and really dry. and i'm down to my last bit of energy. today's thermofluids wiped me clean. oh god... i lost 1/5 of the paper due to careless mistakes.

the bad news is, i just realised i've been memorising mistakes instead of the correct answers.... and all my new year effort gone down to waste....

pitiful? sorrowful? nah.... it's just plain bad luck...

horror in the eyes

today was a tragic day. someone passed away at block 623.

it wasn't a funeral. it was an accident.

4.00 pm in the afternoon. like any other NP student, i was revising feverishly for my papers next week. then came a loud clang and bang..... i figured it was nothing, as such noises was pretty common.

then my mum came back from shopping and said loudly:" someone fell off the building." i ran to the kitchen window and leaned out. the scene was like some C.S.I drama. the cops were there, the body was covered in a police tent, the scene was roped off, residents were peeking out of their homes, and the karaoke people at the void decks were just staring. everyone was just watching.

what i saw troubled me. a slipper, a metal tin, some blood. the feeling of breaking every bone in my body shook my nerves. if you had splintered yourself before, you would know how it feels like. and i watched on. for the next 3 hours, the police collected every piece of evidence, a pair of slippers, the metal tin, the body. from what i heard, the deceased was a middle-aged man. he must have fallen off the building..... if not, it could have been intentional suicide.

while that aside, my study progress has been so-so, not to troubling except for the fact that i'm running out of time. it feels really stressful, and i'm having my seasonal outbreak now. in just 3 days time, it'll all be over, and then, the real thing starts from there.

can you read my mind after all?

when life goes round and round like a clock

look out! here it comes!
if you didn't see it coming your way from behind, it's going to hurt.

when people say life is meaningless, it's true, we were dying the day we were born.
when people say life is meaningful, it's true, i have my own dreams too.

sometimes the latter seems harder to accept. when you're so young, everything ahead of you, is just another option. but as you grow older, the choices are harder to make, the risks are greater, and the less happier you'll be.

valentines day was quiet with the books and pencils. 4 hours in the library wasn't enough. and today was another day of dry lectures. and then i remembered. the singapore airshow 2008. 19th-24th of february. something i wanted to do this year. more details over here----> http://www.singaporeairshow.com.sg/

hopefully, i can afford the time to go this year, because maybe, i won't ever get the chance to ever fly a plane again.

when i'm under constant pressure process

constant pressure process: P.v = m.R.T when you're under so much of it, and can't think straight from it.

it's day one of exams. yes, i'm done with my EM3B, i lost 11 marks, and i should be getting an A for that. whereas, tuesday is big day thermofluids, and wednesday is high time with AMP.

my table is like a over-weeding garden. it's full of dropped hair. god, it's so hairy. and i can't study anymore, it's pretty much due to stress overload. my pimples are coming out again, and the sleepless nights are pretty much common nowadays.

while i was studying with my mates, i got some nice photos in the library. some are really explicit, but some are just plain good. here are some.

like i said, explicit. i have to admit, some of them took me aback when i first saw them, but, the models where pretty okay looking...... and they had nice figures, and they naturally caught my attention. P.S, they're not pornographic images for your information.

anyways, i cancelled all my flying activities, until next saturday. which means, i can fully concentrate on my exams. but, unfortunately, tomorrow, i have my ground school briefings, and i'm going to get a surprise on how far my course is ahead of me.

new year was pretty okay this year, at least i wasn't working, but i had to study. damn, it was so extreme. i'm an uncle on my malaysian side of the family, and all my nephews and neices are like toddlers....unfortunately for me, i had to study and din't go. and, when i wasn't home on saturday, my house was practically in chaos. the kids were all over our new sofa and the new cushions were... totalled.

like any other NP student, i can feel the freedom coming in from next week. and with 2 more papers to go, i can hardly catch my breath, and keep up with the study pace. and after that, its all back to flying.....

see you down the road at the next exit....

=3

when you can't comprehend the words around

i feel so sick..... is it the weather? is it the food? or is it my classmates?

which of the following is the main cause of a bout of bad flu? write a program blah blah blah.....

when i came in for compro test this morning, more than half the class was sick. and yesterday, i went with leon to crown plaza to have "mad jack", when he told me he wasn't feeling to good.

so when you have lunch with an ill friend, be careful so as not to get infected. unfortunately for me.... i woke up with sore throat and hot nostrils, typical signs for me that a time of flooded noses and gagging coughs are about to come in days.

when lunar new year is coming, it just sucks to fall ill. things to do tomorrow.
hand in compro final assignments. either play lan with freddy and jon/or go fuhua for CNY. and finally, the night i have waited for 2 years, to spend time with my family.

so would you do this new year?

P.S.: i think my new blog skin looks pretty gay

alittle something extra, just for today.

Top Gun, by tom cruise, in this 1986 film.

when "mistakes", just doesn't make it sound right

it's been a long day.

today started at 7.00am with me rushing out to SYFC for my sortie 4, excercise 6ii. it looked extremely cloudy, with tendancies to rain. at 7.45am, i was still at woodlands, and i had to rush down, i took a cab. on seletar highway, it started raining lightly. when i got to the club at 8.05am, the weather was IMF, which was instrument flight. had my "lecture" by mr GOH CL. i left for the apron at 8.45am to do my checks, and departed at 9.00am with a few hiccupus at the end of my engine run up checks.

today was the worst excercise i ever had. i mean, flying was easy for me, it was the domestics that was alittle tough. today, i managed somehow with my cehcks and R/T with the least amount of scolding. but the flying training was a complete ZERO. zero visibility. filthy strong winds. and absolutely bad temper. i couldn't see shit outside my window, and i was completely irritated by GOH.

it's so retarded. i tried to maintain wings level, and he was trying to maintain constant heading, at the same time. it was impossible. the wind kept tipping my wings side ways, when i was flying north, the wind tipped me to the right, and i kept sliding east, vice versa. another big problem, was i couldn't regain altitude without the aircraft close stalling. the nose wouldn't pitch up the way i wanted it to, until.... i found out, it was my mistake. i didn't pull hard enough and i didn't power up the throttle. and because i couldn't see anything, i can't maintain constant nose attitude. GOH kept saying, "maintain attitude to the clouds", and i kept thinking, "what? are you born dumb?". i wanted it to end.... but i couldn't, so... kept on trying. not one of my better efforts to be honest. i lost complete motivation.

at the end of m debrief, he said, i was so close to failing, but as the weather played a part in today's events, i got a....DNCO. duty not carried out. thank god, that spared me from my worst fears. but, the next time, i won't be as lucky......