Flying with wings. ahaha

 

WARNING: THIS POST IS PHOTOGRAPH LADEN. BE PREPARE FOR SOME VISUAL GRAPHIC OVERLOAD.

OK shut up

 

OK for those who aren’t familiar with the whole airline industry or the aviation itself and how it functions, well I’m about to spill the dirty and explicit details. Which is nothing actually haha. In order for a flying licence to be produced, a pilot needs to clear his theory papers which consists of aviation related subjects and pass the medical examination or MEDEX, the  term used in here.

Enough of the information puked out by me, I was waiting like crazy for my student pilot license ( SPL ) to be issued. I wanna fly, and I need to fly in order for me to finish up my license endorsement course. OK enough crap, THE  LICENSE IS FINALLY HERE!!!

 

THE – WORD – CAN’T – DESCRIBE – FACE – WHEN – MY – LICENSE – HAS – BEEN – OBTAINED – WUHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Wait, let the enthusiasm run down for awhile and reserve some for tomorrow. YA ALLAH, I HAVEN’T FLOWN A TRAINING AIRCRAFT FOR MORE THAN A YEAR!!! MAKE IT A YEAR AND 3 MONTHS THEN TO BE EXACT. I can’t sleep the night before. I supposed to be dreaming that one day I’ll be flirting with the cabin crews and got married on an airplane. Instead I was worried, I was worried so much that I can’t really perform well during the flight, which we call it Sortie. My airmanship is rusty, I used to only fly Diamond aircrafts which are equipped with control stick instead of those control yoke. I was anxious, I was nervous, yet excited all at the same time. As what you’ll think when you’re about to be circumcised. OK SHUT IT.

 

Managed to catch few hours of sleep, though I was cocooning myself under the comforter  way before everyone go to bed. BLAH BLAH BLAH I’ve arrived at Halim airport, with the help of the magic carpet I borrowed from Alladin. OK that’s soo stupid. I’ve  decided to let my friend to fly first since I had no whatsoever experience flying Cessna planes. My friend was like “ I HATE YOUUUUU” hahaha.

The pre flight briefing with Capt. Dida ( sorry sir your name is soo fancy I just can’t grab it in my mind ). It went well for both of them and I was dazed, like really lost. The checklist is soo different ( the shape of the checklist actually ahahah ), it was really early in the morning ( though the sun is up high in the sky ). A friend puked and few felt dizzy during their sorties few days before, and due to that, I ingested minimum amount of food for breakfast, which leads to post sortie starvation. OK wtv.

 

Hello and morning my fellow birds! Seriously I thought I was in Vegas or something, There’s just soo much planes around ( noted private jets )

 

 

 

Since I’m not the first one to fly, therefore the responsibility to file the flight plan, was not applicable to me. ahahaha. I was the VVIP of the flight. Initially I guess ahaha.

 

 

  

THE – SOO – GLAD – FACE – COZ – NOT – REQUIRED – TO – DO – THE – PAPERWORK – AND – AT – THE – SAME – TIME – NERVOUS – AS – HELL!!

 

 

That’s the baby we’re gonna fly on todayyyy

 

  

My father will be soo proud of me

 

The uber excited face for being the VVIP, riding on the backseat, living life high in the sky, which turned out to be quite a traumatizing experience. Will babble later.

 

 

'’ Hoi, what are you doing back there?? "

 

 

 

A lesson in aviation for now, the more stable an aircraft is, the less controllable the aircraft will be. For example an airliner like Airbus A320, the bird is limited to certain maneuvers therefore don’t expect the pilot carry out any acrobatic moves while flying, it’ll result in passengers tossing off from there seats and in flight food will be flying around the cabin. OK the more controllable the aircraft is, the less stable it will be. Training aircraft is made to cater for training purposes and maneuvers that only those aircraft could perform. To conclude the story is that, taking off can be scary for some. It’s not stable. I was holding on to whatever that can be grabbed inside the cabin. I was scared!! ahahaha. OK I’ve overcome it.

 

Below are some aerial view of Jakarta, breathtaking. I can see all the traffic jams and laughed at all the motorist on the road. Ahahahaha I’m not stuck in a jam like you do.

 

 

 

 

Finally it’s my turn to fly!!!!!! I hated backseating. It’s not fun and could be scary at times as you’re clueless about the situation of the aircraft. I like to be in control. That’s the word. ahaha. I rather be in control than to be controlled. Enough to describe what kinda person I am. During the morning briefing I told the instructor I never ever flown Cessna aircraft. He was like arghjasduh  hahahaha. He maintained his coolness and guide me well during the flight. I love the aircraft!! It’s stable! You can easily fly it well.

 

  

Me again

 

and me again! ahaha. Wished my friend tapped me on the shoulder and I’ll smile to the camera for the world to see while I’m flying!!

 

 

I was handling the approach. Was on approach for touch and go ( means that I’ll land and take off straight after ). Cross wind was crazy, I managed to rock the landing ahahaha yeah ahamdulillah.

 

After done with my fifth landings, we switched back, and now I’m really the VVIP. ahahaha

 

 

Aircraft holding at the holding point on the taxiway

 

 

My friend took off. He did notable landings. I’m sooo envious!! In a good way though

 

 

My cramped left hand. Ya Allah I can’t even move my fingers for few minutes. But the joy of the ride overcame the whole diva pain situation

 

I was all messed UP. Yet I was satisfied, and do believe much improvements can be done on the next one

 

 

OK I freaked myself out when I looked at this photo ahaha.

 

 

 

More photos, I got nothing much to do than just experimenting with my camera. 

 

 

Voila, the end of our flight. Departed from Halim airport and landed at Bandara Budiarto in Curug, Tangerang. An aviation base for most of the flying schools in Indonesia.

 

  

The captains of ze day ahahaha.

 

 

OK PLS EMAIL IF YOUR PARENTS OR JUST A PARENT, ARE OR IS AHAHA INTERESTED TO HAVE ME AS THEIR SON IN LAW OK LAME JOKE.

 

 

The cool Capt. Dida ( I guess ) and me to sum up the flight. Again for my parents to see. ahahahaha

 

Wait a minute, I’m here, in Curug, 20 minutes away by flight from my initial point, and my plane is about to be flown my other cadets. How am I supposed to go back home??

 

Took a van ride back to Halim, and stuck in the jam for near 2 hours.

 

OK tired bye!!

L’aventure culinaire ( part 1 )

Not sure whether the title means anything ( ohh I’ll be smacked by my french lecturer!! )

As a living example of I LIVE TO EAT, and simultaneously obey the law of I EAT TO LIVE, which was derived by whoever, My side mission in this foreign capital is to indulge, taste and immerse myself with the lengthy spread of culinary delicacies. Jakarta is basically the meet up point for all of the immigrants who left their hometown for better tomorrow. They dragged along their cultures, and mostly food. There’s soo much to be offered, since there’re thousands of islands around. It seriously makes Malaysia look like the tip of a needle in the map. OK shut it up.

 

He’s always sweet, nice and humble. Not until the snack boxes arrive. He’s a monster. hahaha

Just cut to the chase, food is prepared and served in a different manner here. Yeah, it’s still served on a plate, cutleries are not to be left out too. But I hardly encounter any polystrine box. I looked through the garbage bin myself and I can’t find any. Ok seriously I don’t gross stuff. They prefer to pack things up in boxes like below. Cute, I know.

 

So cute it resembles Sarawak layer cake. WTF. Food is delivered in this kinda fashion, tight up by a string and voila, It’s time to dig in. The lid of the box is printed with the name of the caterer and on the butt of the box comes the name of the box supplier. Killing to chickens with a box. AHAHAHA. And the food is DELISHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. As a food critic I’m known for my fiery remarks and my bias perception on food. So far throughout my stay here, it never fail to make me happy and satisfied.

The content of the box:

• rice ( Asians and rice are super inseperable, or is it just me? )
• A protein source ( chicken, beef, fish )
• Roughage ( veggies obviously )
• Some fried stuff ( soy bean cake or tempe, potatoes )
• Keropok ( never fail to make its appearance in the box on daily basis )
• fruit ( whatever kind that they serve )
• and a small plastic containing a plastic spoon, a hard one instead of the cheapo brand, serviette and a toothpick. So cool rite??

 

It was the scariest day of my life yet, I saw a ghost. Ok wrong. As usual, lunch break. Enjoying the content of my lunch box. Everyday is like a surprise, not knowing what to expect with the food in it. There’s this dish, cubed potatoes with this gooey I don’t really know how to describe the feeling of eating it. Imagine yourself having jelly covered with gravy, eaten together with rice. Sounds yucky but it taste good actually, surprisingly indeed. After few bites I decided to give a microscopic look at the gooey thing itself. THE SCARIEST DAY OF MY LIFE YET. I saw tiny miny hair, covering the surface on that gooey thingy. First thing that registered in mind, “ oh shoot is this pig skin??” I was freaking out like never ever before. Within seconds the ghost appeared and laughed “ ahaha you ate the forbidden meat” OK SHUT  UP. I ran, and ran and ran to the nearest person around, which was the office boy. He later explained it’s the skin of the cow. OK will never ever try it ever again. Though it tasted kinda good.

 

A+ for hospitality

How sweet of them. They provided us with snacks. Twice actually, pre-lunch and tea time. Always come in 3 different varieties. Some are similar to those in Malaysia and some are just unique. Most importantly they taste great. Not sure because I’m basically starving every second of my life. I am now THE eating machine. The Horse. AHAHAHA.

Call me the horse or cow, I’ve made friends with buffalos and hippos instead ahaha. After lunch, like right after lunch, like 5 minutes after finishing their lunch, they will without fail proceed to KFC for some additional munching, of a plate of rice and southern style fried chicken WTF. They left me amazed and amused.

 

KFC and the desserts!

The photo above has proved that the adventurous hormone in me has just kicked in, it’s my first shot on indulging local delicacies. Ikan Nila with sayur asam. Was looking for a roasted gurame but was nowhere to be found that night. My friends they settled down with fried rice blah blah blah and fried noodles blah blah blah. I can get that in my home country. Lame. Take the golden opportunity to try something new right??

OK THIS POST IS TOOOOOOO LONG, WILL BE BROKEN UP INTO PART 2. ACTUALLY I’M GETTING LAZY. SLEEPY AS HELL.

Wongga wongga!

What the hell am I doing in Jakarta

 

I’m in Jakarta to be a fool

 

OK that’s an understatement. ahaha. Alright then, it’s about time for me to break the ice, the scrape off the misconceptions that were thrown towards this humble person, which is me. Ahaha. I’m in Jakarta:

1. not for shopping
2. not to be a fool ( as potrayed by the photo above, btw it’s not me )
3. Not to be a player ( trust me, girls here are HOOOOOOOOOOOT )

I’m basically here for an initial endorsement program to convert my flying license to Indonesian license. Yes, books have to be reopened AGAIN. Pilots do read books. Not just all autopilot from point to point.

 

It was the first day of the program. None of us have the clue about the schedule. So for a buffer we decided to get ourselves ready by 8.00 am and was notified later by the management that we have to leave the dormitory at 10.00 am wtf.  The photo above proves how entertainment and show biz drives the blood of all Indonesian. There’s a daily morning concert in the TV which I don’t even bother to know the name of the channel coz there are like 16 FREE TV CHANNELS available!! One day Julia Perez performed in the morning concert. She’s a freak. Like totally singing in a leopard suit. Goosebumps.

 Camwhoring do boost your self esteem

 

 

The composition of the classroom. Malaysians, 2 Indonesians, a Brit and a Francais.

 

Never to be fooled. We’re uncontrollable most of the time. Again, Camwhoring is a healthy lifestyle that I lead. ahahaha. The program is quite relaxing. Really. Every half an hour there’s a 15 minutes break. With snacks. Really super cool. It was a sad affair to later find out that such flexible method is only applied by the first instructor ahaha.

 

The true highlight of the day. The babe. The beauty. The b***h. ahahaha. The fixed base Boeing 737 NG simulator. I know, I don’t own the privilege to fly here. Yet.

 

 

The faces of enthusiasm and concentration as the aircraft is about to land in whatever airport it was. Thanks Mr. Supriatna or Pak Pri for initiating the visit to the simulator. He’s a retired Garuda Indonesia flight engineer. He had this nasty jokes about aircraft with propellers. He asked us all why passengers are waiting outside the aircraft before take off. We were left puzzled by his question. He further explained that all of the pax are so hot they have to go outside for some fresh air coz the fan is located outside not in the interior of the cabin. Like WTFFFF.

 

THE – CANT – WAIT – TO – GO -  BACK – TO – ROOM – TO – SLEEP – FACES

 

 

Hope to see you guys when I fly soon! OK I’m loving the trolley bag.