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My dream girl

Donny’s a dick.

So is Tristen.

You are all dicks.

I have no time.

Minern is here.

I’m gonna get high.

=)

Hmm.

I can finally sit down! Tell you I’ve got to do everything on my own these days and it’s sickening la! Haha. I want a mindless servitor to do my laundry, cook NICE food for me, make my bed and change my clothes for me. Yeah I said change my clothes. Bite me. =P

I’ve been noticing the differences between western and eastern culture lately. Especially in the field of interest of the two peoples. Quai los tend to want to discover the technicalities and the reason behind everything. Asians keep everything mystical and traditional. If you ask me I’d rather belong to the Asian school of thought. (which I do). Err okay examples. Let’s use fishkeeping. I first noticed the differences doing research on that topic cause.. Err.. I used to breed fighting fish. Yeah. Okay anyhoo. When you keep fighting fish you can add dead leaves from a ketapang tree into the water. The water then turns brown. Quai lo reasoning for this? “The tannins from the dead leaves get absorbed into the water and make the fish feel more at home (fighting fish live in dirty stagnant water). This environment, which is closer to their natural habitat make fish healthier and more likely to live longer.” Asian reasoning? “Energy and nutrient from leaf make fish scale hard and their teeth strong. Your fish will have healthy body and good long life.” ZOMG thats like 28745656789 times simpler. Go asians! Notice how mysticism in hobbies makes for higher entertainment value, and finding out the why behind everything just sucks all the fun out of it la. Serious.

SUPREME COMMANDER!

I’ve liked Total Annihilation since before UPSR or something la. And so imagine my joy when I found Supreme Commander for sale somewhere on the island today. I bought it and kept pestering everybody to go home asap so I could install it and enjoy the robotic goodness! So.. I came home.. Installed it and guess what? It didn’t work. That led me on like 3 hours worth of chasing wild geese. Downloading one dll file after another and almost screwing my computer over in the process. Now I’m in the middle of correcting my blunders, so yeah.

Been really busy lately. Flying flying flying. It might seem like I’m boasting or something but I’m not la. Its hard fucking work I tell you. Try learning something in a plane, with the propeller screaming in your ears, while trying to listen to the radio chatter to see whos around you so you don’t bang into anything, while watching 8 different versions of the speedometer and tachometer, and making sure none of them are showing bad signs, while having to move 3 different levers around as you climb/descend, while turning and just keeping the damn plane straight, while watching the horizon to make sure you’re straight, while remembering where you are so you don’t cross borders and accidentally fly into Thailand and get shot down or taken to a Thai Airforce Base and THEN shot at, while having a sex crazed instructor cracking stupid jokes, talking about having a 14 inch dick, and trying to kiss you sitting next to you, while making sure the fuel tanks in the wings are balanced, and switching the pump around if their not, while talking to the Air Traffic Tower in another language. ARGH. Haha. Not that I don’t like it. I LOVE it. Its just work.

So now anyone STILL wondering why I don’t update? Hell I’m still wondering how I can find strength to walk after I land.

bitch

The free internet here is a blessing. But some people just dont know when things get a bit out of hand la. The place opens at about 7am and closes at 11 every night. Theres a dude that comes at around 9 and parks his fat face here in front of his laptop taking up a slot until about 10 every night. 12 fucking hours using the internet. What the hell could he possibly be doing? I’m sure he’s not running a company from here. You can’t even watch porn. It’s in fuckin public. Argh. Kampung giler sial. I came at about 830 and I had to wait for an hour before he finally decided that other people actually need to use the internet as well. Tak tahu malu la. Ish. I had to look over at him every 30 seconds and all he did was just look back like he wasnt doing anything wrong. And its posted in big fucking letters on the front door IF PEOPLE ARE WAITING DONT USE LONGER THAN AN HOUR. And I sat there in my fucking smelly uniform waiting for an hour watching stupid reruns of Supernatural with Chee Hong. I’m telling you it annoys the hell out of you when you see that people with that mentality are gonna become pilots one day. Wtf la. Pant pant. Okay </rant>

the start

Ahh. I get time to blog now. The past few days have been so hectic and so hard on me that I couldn’t even be bothered to wake up for meals most of the time. I blame it all on the facking lack of aircon and 45 degree Langkawi afternoons. Hmph.

Soo.. Finally, after months and months of waiting I’m flying. I’m not gonna say that it isnt all its cracked up to be, because it is, and more. Haha. The moment I let the plane take off for the first time I was sitting there and I knew that this is what I want to do for the rest of my life. Flying does things to you. Once you’re back on the ground you feel like everythings going so slowly, and you feel real tired. Your body clock gets screwed up because of how tired you are, which is why I’m sitting here at 8 in the morning on a Saturday blogging. I lost the whole of yesterday to sleep. Woke up at 645 to go fly and came back by 10 and just slept until dinner, then came back and slept some more until now. Gah.

Before this I was really feeling demoralized about the whole flying fiasco, and other stuff that REALLY added to it, but now it’s like I’m actually gonna go somewhere and do something with my life once I get out of here. Theres really alot of things that I should have thought about but didn’t get round to until now. Like whether I’m gonna choose money or a fulfilling life. I could start working in some airline straight away, could start earning money til it comes out my ears, or I could go to Fiji/Maldives/Canada/anywhere else with godforsaken villages that need planes to deliver food and stuff to them and become a pilot.

The thing that attracted me to this aviation business wasn’t the money, or the stewardesses, it was the romantic aspect. The pilot is like, a ghost in the machine, the invisible guy who gets that hunk of metal to float in the air. I don’t want to be trapped in some airline seniority list, and be waiting for my next promotion, or be waiting to fly yet another type of huge plane. I want to be the sirocco, I want to be the harmattan. The savior on wings to villagers who cant read or write bearing food and medicine. Flying across endless desert, repairing the plane with fucking duct tape, doing without radar, or radio, simply because theres no tower to hear your screams when you go down and send people to come get you out of whatever you crashed into, no conveniently spaced hangars to refuel at.

And then theres the aerobat. My instructor showed me some weird maneuver that almost made me brown out yesterday. I went all “WHEN DO I GET TO DO THAT WEI” And his reply was “When you’re tired of living”.

Oh. Okay.

I don’t think I’ve actually lived long enough to be tired of life, though I was close to that state a month or two ago. But damn son! If you do something even remotely similar to that on an airline jet it’ll fucking break in two la! How am I supposed to enjoy flying something like that?! To be an aerobatic pilot means I gotta join the airforce, and in the airforce I have to be like the best of the best of the best of the best blababla. I know I don’t have what it takes to get in the airforce and I don’t think I could live on the peanuts that the Malaysian government pays you but everyone should get a chance to be an aerobat some time in their life. One day la I’ll be able to show some of you people what I’m talking about. Hehe.

RANDOM

webcamming with my sister. and she goes

claire says:
ur watch doesnt go with ur head

WTF LA. AHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.

more pics (how to fly a plane)

I like it when friends are still there, even if you don’t talk to them for a year or two, and you call up one day to ask them for help. Sure call me selfish but its not like I don’t feel bad about it. I bet if I didn’t have that reason to call them then I’d end up meeting them at some school reunion 10 years down the road and only hear about what the heck happened to them then. At least I know I can still count on some people to always be there even though we were never that close to begin with. =)

Soo… Another hangar session today. We’ve been downgraded. As in, we’re now set to fly a different plane from yesterday.
From the sleek, brand new Diamond DA-40,

To this 20 year old stubby ass lil mofo here.

Okay look I’m really busy studying how to fly the damn thing and stuff and recovering from certain things that seriously aren’t very pleasant so I just don’t have the time to put down really really long essays about my thoughts. For now. Haha. So heres more pics to entertain you.

Always wanted to fly a plane but never got the chance? Or thought you might not know how? YOU can learn TODAY! Here to guide you on your new journey are our two friendly neighbourhood pilots, Bob and Jay.

First get into the plane. Adjust the seat, its alot like a car. Okay. Now look in front of you, down to the left slightly.

DONNY THATS FOR THE KEY! GOT KEY WEI. Ahem. Then you look up a bit.

I bet you’re going WTF. Don’t be intimidated. Don’t pay attention to the funny dials. Instead look at where my hand is. That’s not a steering WHEEL, cos it’s not a complete circle. That’s a steering U. Look up some more

Ahh. Outside. That outside view will be at about forehead level. Just keep looking there. Once again do not pay attention to the funny dials in front of you. Turn the key, and look down to your right.

Push the lever with the black knob, or the one that says “throttle” all the way forward, wait for the plane to start moving, and LET it move for about 30 seconds. Then pull back on the steering U.

BOOM! YOU’RE FLYING! Now look to your right.

Those screen looking things are radios, use them to listen to Hitz.fm (or any other radio station, they all probably work) while flying. In event of emergency, point your plane down towards the ground steep as it’ll go, tune the radio to 121.5 Mhz and scream KAMIKAZE!!! into the mic.

hangar!

Ahh.. Finally get to blog. Haven’t had time to use the internet much lately, being busy sleeping and all. Soo.. I found out from Nigel that you can hack the aircon plug and put it into a wall socket. =) I HAVE GOT TO DO THAT. Fuck the overloading and the under-ampage. I’m paying for that room damnit! I WANT COLD AFTERNOONS! Oh and fatty called me while I was in class today sounding all excited. “WEH MY NEW CONDO GOT FOOSBALL TABLE WEI! CAN PRACTICE LA! 50 SEN ONE GAME ONI!” Yea sure rub it in asshole. When I come back you better be able to thrash me 9-0 few games in a row or I’ll consider you a retard.

I went to the airport for a tower and hangar visit yesterday. At first we went to the Air Traffic Control tower. That was possibly one of the most boring experiences I’ve had in my entire life. They had the ATC man, a guy named Mr. Tan talk to us and stuff. Somehow all ATC heads are megalomaniacs. This guy, the last ATC guy. Maybe its got something to do with the fact that their CONTROLLING everything all the time during their job. LOL. Okay movin on we went to the hangar after that. That was pretty interesting. Argh. I can’t seem to upload the pics. I’ll try again later. Or tomorrow. Possibly. Haha.

AIRCON HACK!

update

Here are the photos from the hangar! I can finally upload.

Guys maintaining one of the planes

Azali showing us the plane and stuff

This is actually just a fancy name for kerosene. ><

The tail.

Glass cockpit Diamond DA-42 Twin Star. Shiiiiiiit.

hah

Free…. Internet… I feel like a facking zombie la. Sitting here for hours and hours just using the internet. Helps the time pass alot faster I suppose. Instead of sitting there in my room cut off from the world without AIR CONDITIONING. OMG. The afternoons in Langkawi are like 45 degrees la wei. And the stupid owner decides no air conditioning from 7am to 7pm cause the power bill is high. How high can it be?! 35 bucks a day we’re paying. 35×300 students in your crappy school = RM10000. A day. From those crappy rooms. HOW CAN YOU BE LOSING MONEY?! GIVE US BACK OUR A/C!!! AAAAAAAA!!!

Classes started again today. Shit la. I wait six months and I come back to fly and what do I get. More fucking ground school. I wanna be UP THERE damnit. Oh ya pics. Coming soon kay.

Lauranne gave me a hell of a laugh just now. Haha. Yeah come to think of it, it would’ve been a real joke la. Honestly. I mean.. Yeah. You’re right lar. And well the present is for looking back at how stupid you’ve been in the past and having one hell of a laugh isn’t it? Heheh. I just wish that sometimes I learned from it.

gulag

Back in Langkawi! OMG. It’s become so developed! Got cinema.. Free internet. Free internet. Ahh. I have found a new way to pass the time. I’m gonna be here like everyday with my trusty Acer. Hehe. And here I thought I’d have to be posting from my phone half the time.

I took some beautiful ’cloudscape’ photos on the flight back here. I’ll post em
 as soon as I can be bothered to upload the pics from my phone.

Well I found out we’re having two weeks of classes before we get to touch planes. “Refresher courses” with tests and stuff. Bah. They just can’t fit us in yet. Oh and everyone cut their hair. I’m the only person with sideburns here. Argh. And Dato’ Hardass is teaching class tomorrow.