there's "who wants to be a playboy playmate" on tv later.

why don't we get these sort of programs back home? :-p
on a related note, i don't understand their programming sometimes, though. i mean, they put "erotic tales" - containing only natural, wholesome activities - on late at night, while they schedule jerry springer's freaks in the afternoon, where innocent young minds could be scarred beyong therapy by midget pornstars and the revelation that their mother is actually a cross-dressing man. tsk.

finally got airborne today, amidst numerous 'flying indian' jokes. the guys call me "ah neh" and "indian" etc etc. so much so that "you racist bastards" has now become my catchphrase.

time really speeds by up there - it sure didn't feel like i was flying for 1.1 hours.

the aeros were fun - my only complaint is that he did too few of them! only 2 loops and a wingover or two. only about 4 Gs. pity - it would've been cool to black out, at least halfway. as it was i barely felt the skin-being-pulled-downwards sensation on me face. but it was cool feeling your head suddenly being forced down, then up, and watching the horizon spin and all.

the real work starts tomorrow, though. today's sortie was mostly orientation and wasn't assessed. i hope i can remember the attitudes...and hold straight n level ok. blah.

laterz. dinnerz nowz.

god i really really hope everything goes well tomorrow....agh. nervous.
i'm going to hafta learn to control that. very un-hotshot-pilot-like, nervousness... ;-)

must remember to lapa all the way...*mutter mutter*

damn. still a while more before dinner time.

today eurest ( the company in charge of accomodation and all ) set up a bbq lunch. appreciate the effort at variety, but pity the food was rather crap. although eurest on a crap day is still leagues ahead of sfi on a good day, so....i hope the president of sfi is reading this. ;-p

the other day, i think it was wednesday, i was reading the australian, one of their broadsheets. the 'gahmen is pretty serious about its PR - they took out a full page ad proclaiming "It's official, Singapore is off the WHO's SARS list." it also had a plug from some WHO type saying how well they had handled things, and the signatures of lots of expatriate business bigwigs.

good on them, although they should have included a "loser of the month" section, quoting the stupid malaysian who claimed that we had exported SARS to them from the imaginary ang mo kio LRT. *snigger*

here's a neat factoid: 0.7% of the world's population is estimated to be drunk at any given moment.

haha you know that country music concert? the song "just an old cattledog" really cracked me up, featuring such lyrical gems as "his hide is tattered and worn". that, and the one titled "fresh horses". totally country...

winter is really setting in here. just the other morning it was at 2 degrees. and i'm not talking about at like 2am or something; it was already 7am+ and the sun was already it gets harder and harder to justify walking to the dining hall for breakfast every morning.

i need a jacket to go to to town in since we're not allowed to use our army-issued jacket out ( beats me why ). saw some really flash jackets today, but i guess it wouldn't be worth it to pay $170 for a few weeks of use, tops.

hmm. but....if i don't have a jacket, then i can justify more alcohol! warms the blood and all that, y'know?

on that note, i don't like the local brew, vb ( victoria bitter ).

the rest of the guys got to go out yesterday but i had to stay in. see, they need 2 ppl every weekend to stay back and man the phone or whatever ( i secretly think they just want to ruin our fun, the nasty pig-dogs ) and since i hadn't flown yet, i had to stay, on the grounds that the rest might get chopped and sent home before next weekend. phooey.

luckily, the day was saved from utter drudgery 'cos we went to a country music concert, part of this "hats off to country" festival thing going on ( did i tell you? tamworth is the country music capital of the region! *snigger* ). the organiser had offered us free tix ( through the housemaster ). i know, i know, you're thinking, "country music???". and to be perfectly honest, i thought so too. but if *you* had to stay in when everyone else has gone out for the weekend, you'd jump at the chance too.

incidentally, yan, you remember that chick, kasey chambers whose song you liked? she's from tamworth.

but she wasn't at the concert. phooey. instead it was a bunch of fat and/or old and/or ugly women. bah. i was hoping for shania twain. or at least dixie chick-standard. and instead we get macy gray. an old anf dat macy gray, at that. when we got there and saw the median age of the folks there we were like, "what have we got ourselves into?!". but hey. its an experience. after all, there's no chance in hell i'd go somewhere just to see a cm concert, and since this was free, wth.

we did see these two hot blonde babes dressed in cowgirl outfits, with "come get some" on the back of ther short, short, skirts. but we only got one glimpse before they disappeared. *sigh*

so between that, and the fact that i didn't get up until 1300 because i had been playing dai-dee till 3am the night before ( went from up 8 bucks to down 2 ), it wasn't all that bad, i guess.

went out today. spent $180 on clothes. there was a 25% sale, unfortunately there wasn't much of a selection of summer gear left. the guys from the previous course had bought boxloads ( literally. not very big boxes, but boxes nevertheless ) of clothes and cleared out most of the good stuff. bastards. only bought a shirt, tshirt and two longsleeved tshirts. i wanted boardshorts! and only 2 of them were discounted. oh well.

there isn't much to see in the town. i imagine a lot of people won't want to bother going next weekend. i will, 'cos i haven't really seen everthing yet. the shops closed around 2 or so today. hick town.

there's a shop which sells homemade chocolate. pretty good. rsaf agc students are definitely the shop's best customers - every course goes there and spends loads. one of the guys bought 75 bucks worth of it today alone.

ate lunch at the 'marigold inn', a chinese restaurant. personally i really don't see the point in going overseas and eating chinese. it'll be expensive and taste crap to boot. but a lot of the guys wanted to, so...we have a running joke involving sweet-n-sour pork and mongolians after a a certain south park episode, so we were thrilled to see sweet and sour pork and mongolian lamb on the menu.

they have a petrol station called "bogas" here. wouldn't survive very long in singapore with that name, i imagine. there's also a place called "cummins" and "hiscocks" which, you can imagine, were sources of great amusement. i have photos. then there's the place which proclaims "open 7 days" in big lettering - but was closed. and we came across a sign on the street which said "alchocol consumption prohibited here". i'm sure you can guess what i did. ( if you guessed, run to the bar nearby, but a bottle of grog and pose for a photo right next to the sign with it, you're perfectly right! )

well. till next time. maybe tomorrow ( holiday! ) now to brave the walk back to the accom. block in the freezing night air. 'ta.

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