when you fly and trip nuts at the same time

i just forget how much i like to blog. i haven't done this properly since last year. so busy and all that. common excuse is that i have nothing interesting on.

seriously, it's no longer an excuse, unless i get phased out in phase 2 of my BFC.

all right, i'm halfway through phase 1 of BFC. i seriously wish i can go near the aircraft whenever i want to, and mess with it however i want. but, there are always rules, regulations, aunties and policewoman standing by. so, it's quite bad when you don't know the vehicle you're riding that well...

let's see... today i flew with GOH CL, skylark 98. he was a nice guy. but really rough up in the skies. i messed up his call sign....... called him 93 instead of 98. and i got whoop so hard, i messed up the rest of my radio calls.

okay, checks, airmanship, and excercise not too bad, just when things got better, it turned sour again. i don't know how my aircraft sped up so fast when i turned in whiskey 2, it just did... i stoned for the entire 20 seconds, and jammed the rudder all the way to the left, oversteer the basket aircraft... talk about the fast and the furious, whiskey drift. after that, i got whalloped all over again, becos i taxi like some drunk driver. fast, slow, drift, jerk, slanted and yelled over intercom.

seriously, a man can only take "-------" this amout of screaming in his ears before he cracks and commits unreasonable mistakes. like me, for instance, after all that yelling, i forgot what is "turn off" all switches. instead, i stoned there, and turned them all back on without realising it.

i was so stoned, i wasn't even sure i did anything.

debreif and all was okay, got some praise, got some smack in the head for bad taxiing and radio calls. and then i had to report my sortie to the master... 86, SIVA. he was nagging at me, saying, " you arh, don't learn from your mistakes arh." and i was like, "yes sir, sorry sir, won't happen again sir."

well, better luck next time i suppose...