Had preflight with Ng T, didn't understand him, he didn't understand me. And so it ended.

"So Sir, wat time do i walk out? do i walk out with u?"

"*mumble mumble*" and he walked out.

Lost, i went to ask around, decided to kit up first. Waited damn long. take off was planned for 1530, it was already 1500. Had to consider all the checks, taxying and stuff before taking off.

And so i decided to walk out myself. Checked the aircraft, about to climb in, this marshaller, lady, came to me.

"You got to go back. You didn't sign something."

wat did i forget? SHIT MY RAMS!!!!!! (its ok if no one understands wat RAMS are. Its obviously something i need to fill up)

And so i left my helmet there and went back to fill up the RAMS. Time now was 1520h. Obviously i'll be late.

Went into the kit room, my instructor's helmet and kits were still on the stand untouched. 1525h.

Fucking hell. Gone. Gonna fail the sortie i think. SO damn late already.

And went out to the smoking point, that cowboy was smoking.

"Sir, do we take off still?"

"U walk first"

End of hell.


"Climb now" Indian accent. or rather wat i thought it was. Must be someother aircraft talking. OK fine i'll ignore that. continue flying.

"CLIMB NOW LA!!!" Obviously not indian, its my instructor. *CLIMB* "wah damn slow leh" kaoz... not slow lor.. jus don't click.

Anyway, so after some fighter moves, to avoide clouds we found ourselves going home and at 390 kts (Close to the a/c limit). errr.. about more than 600 km/h? not sure.. pls correct me.Landed, and looked at watch. 1650H.

"Sir i've got a Simulator in 15 mins time. Do u wanna debrief after that?"

"I'll call u"

and so i went on to the simulator with a nicer instructor, at least an instructor who i could communicate with.



the vehicle i fly with. Nope, i'm not in the picture, and i didn't take the picture. Its jus a photo.