We had an adventure over the Easter holidays that we had. From Friday to Sunday we were staying out, a reward for a job well done during the President's visit.

Anyway, so what did we do? We left camp on Friday early in the morining (9am) for swan river in Perth City, Mill Point, where for the first time for me, did sailing. Was sailin with an instuctor and Brandon, and it was real interesting to learn that sailing is so closly "related" to aircraft aerodynamics.

After that, we checked into our Apartment Hotel. And then the interesting part came on Saturday night.

After dinner at Happy Buddha with our course commander, we went to North Bridge, their version of MS Rd? Well, we first went to Paramount (RnB) to meet up with some 124BWC guys. But we realised that the place was filled with Ang Mohs.

So we quickily left for Church, where it was 99% Asians. probably out of that, 60% Viets, or should i say Vietcongs. Anyway, it was my first time in a TECHNO club. And it probably will be my last. Not cos of the music anyway.

Early into the morning, me and ryan were near the dance floor jus admiring the scenery on the dace floor. Some hot chick was coming in and out of my field of vision. She was wearin this white top with skirt, her hair was nicely colored, and her skin color was perfect (tan). Than she started being hussled out of the center of the dance floor into our direct field of vision. As we were jus ogling, thru the corner of my eye, i saw some pushing happening.

As i turned my head to look at what the hell was happening, i was jus in time to catch somea ction. I saw this bottle coming down smashing into the victim's head. The bouncers bounced into action and broke the fight, and i think brought the guys out of the club. And yes, all these started 1.5 metres away from me. At the end of that, i saw quite an amount of blood on the bar.

End of event 1

At the same place, about half hour later, another fight broke out. this time i think was between some girls. Not that eventful.

End of event 2

We started feeling deaf, so we went outside the club and just hang around. Some idiots parked their cars right outside the club and the cars became sofas for all of us. Including the other people who were hanging around there.

2 girls and 2 guys started walkin out of the club.. ok normal. The nxt moment i saw one girl slap one of the guy, and the fight started. Guy 1 pulled girl 1 onto the floor by pullin her hair. The other girl was tryin to fight with or rather, push guy 1 and guy 2 away. She managed to get guy 2 away, but guy 1, seeing girl 1 on the floor, swung his legs on her face, kicked it like a fucking soccer ball. The way you will see most ah bengs kick a ball, this time a head.

The 2 guys started running away and the girl that got kicked was lying on the floor. Eyes open but obviously unconcious. Cool. i thought she was dead. My first time seeing a dead body on the streets. Than all her friends came and helped her.. she become concious slowly, and by this time, some police was there.

Then the boyfriend came.. Apparantly some gang head. "Where the mother fucker" with accent of most viets. "Tell me where the mother fucker" he was screaming. Quickily, 4 of his "kids" went off with him to where the 2 guys ran.

End of event 3

So we decided to hang around a little further this time, to catch some more action, cos tempers were flaring up after event 3. Mopre and more people were hanging around with the gang head, who obviously couldn't find the 2 idiots. Until i realised it was not 1 gang that was gathering, but 2 gangs. I dont know the politics, but i just saw some pushing happening. As things were gettin interesting, 4 police cars came, and it all ended.

End of event 4

In one night, i've seen twice the number of fights i've seen in my entire life.

I've learnt not to club at Church. Touch the wrong girl, and u might feel a knife being pushed into ur kidneys, and not see sunrise.



And we came back to camp on sunday afternoon. Took an afternoon nap till 6pm and we went back to Squadron to draw maps for our navigation Module. Draw till 3am. And back here to blog. Time to zzz good night!

Flying to me, is like a drug.


The joy of being up in the air, being in control of the aircraft, being in control of all three axis is the best thing i can ask for.


But if i don't get to fly, I start to feel moody.

And cos of that, i become short tempered. I get irritated with the slightest thing. The smallest mistake made by juniors i get overly angry.

And most of all, when i don't get to fly, i feel like killing the usual few people who complain day and night about being pushed for flying. The same few people who rejoice over not being planned and the same few who grumble about havin too much to do.


How ever when i do get to fly, i'm not moody.

and cos of that, i am good tempered and i forgive every mother fucker even if they make the biggest mistake, even when they deserve a beating.

But i still feel like killing the same few people, when they are up to their vices AGAIN.


I think i'm getting more and more violent and more vulgar.