Some people are only alive because it is against the law to kill them.
I’m Going Back Flying
Cessna 206 Stationair
My aircrew medical has been cleared. My tinnitus apparently has not hindered my hearing as I could hear all the required frequencies. The only snag is I can never fly solo because of my hypertension – so I have been cleared to fly multicrew. I’ll just have to find a licensed sucker to fly with me.
I also plan to have a change of type. Aircraft type, that is. I used to fly the Cessna 172 Skyhawk a lot, but I plan to change to the Cessna 206 Stationair. The 172s are nimbler and lighter and fun to fly. But the 206 is bigger in capacity, and a lot heavier. The police pilots used to complain about the somewhat difficult handling of the 206s, before they switched to the Pilatus PC-6s and Cessna 208 Grand Caravans.
So, some weekends when I’m not diving, I’ll be flying. Maybe it’s time to fly to Ipoh for nasi kandar followed by ais kacang in Sitiawan…just like old times.
Cessna 172 Skyhawk
The Mother Of All Nightmares
4.45am.
I woke up violently and sat up.
She was startled too, got up and hugged me.
“Are you okay, Honey? Did you just have a nightmare?” she asked.
“Yeah I did. It was horrible!” I replied.
“Oh, poor Baby,” she said, kissing my cheek. “What was it about, Sayang?”
“I dreamt that I screwed this ugly transvestite,” I said, breathing heavily.
“Huh?” she raised an eyebrow.
“That’s not even the worse part! After that he screwed me!” I sighed.
She did not say anything. She laid down with her back to me.
After a short while, without even looking, she got hold of the bolster and put it firmly behind her butt.
It’s War Again – Part 2
More pics from the paintball outing:
Deepblu and Karip’s smoking gun
Deepblu, Karip, Honey and Emar in action
Yours truly moving into sniping position
Honey and Emar moving into position
JD in action
Yours truly taking position by the hut
Almost the whole gang
Miezegreat and Memet were also there to spice up the show
Resting in between games
The Mug Of Jasmine Tea
The breeze outside was cooling.
It blew through the sliding door as I watched the scenery outside – One Utama, VADS building both were in clear view. The TV was on. It was on HBO, but I wasn’t watching. I looked at my wristwatch: 10.20pm. Time to wake her up.
I entered the room. She was sleeping soundly beneath the duvet, hugging the bolster. I crept up from behind and kissed her right temple.
“Hi Honey,” I whispered softly. “Wakey, wakey, it’s supper time.”
She had spent the late afternoon having afternoon tea with her mother, godmother and female cousins while I remained at home finishing up a report required on an equipment meant for the Special Forces that I had evaluated. Although it was a public holiday, she had to attend to a telephone conference with clients from overseas after coming back from the afternoon tea. After shower, she had a nap.
She pulled my hand so that I would hug her from behind. “What did you get for us, Honey?” she asked, struggling to open her eyes. I gave her shoulders a light massage.
“Your favourite mee goreng mamak,” I replied.
She turned to face me, then kissed me on the lips, and held me tight. “Do you know we are so good at having lie-ins and cuddling all day long?” she asked.
“Yes, I’m very well aware of that,” I chuckled. “So much so that we almost missed this morning’s event. And again this afternoon that you were late to be with your mother by more than an hour.”
She laughed, then sat up. “Okay, I’m going to wash my face first. Don’t do anything else. I’ll make tea for us both because you have already gone out to get the mee goreng.”
Later in the kitchen, she made Jasmine Tea for us both. And we had our mee goreng mamak, after which she cleaned up the table before proceeding to the lounge where we sat with our tea while watching TV.
The nice cool breeze was magic. She closed her eyes as she felt the breeze caress her face. She then leaned towards me and put her head on my chest. My right hand held hers. Then she looked at me with that meaningful look.
“Sayang, I missed you when I was asleep. I’m sorry that you had to be alone for several hours just now,” she said.
“Hey, don’t worry about it, Honey. You were exhausted.”
She nodded. Snuggling against my chest. Then softly she said, “You are so loving and it is so soothing to be with you, as how this breeze cools me.”
I smiled and looked at my mug of Jasmine tea.
It’s War Again
Went paintballing with about 40 other divers and non-divers. There were four combat-trained members (self, Mocha, Icecool and Countloon) but what was lacking was the firepower and fire-support. I hope to see in the future a compressed-air powered 60mm Mortar Commando lobbing condoms filled with paint, and aircraft dropping paint ‘napalm’ onto enemy area. I got shot twice, one on the head and one on my thigh, but surprisingly I do not have any bruise mark on me.
Got me to test my new SWAT Combat Boots that PASKAU now use…heheeh…nice and light.
Briefing – picture by Rocket
Spazm, promoted to Private from Civilian Scum by Countloon
Me – picture by Rocket
My Deputy Commander – Icecool – picture by Rocket
Deepblu (left most) and JD (right most) covering me while I attempt a hill frontal assault – picture by Cindy
My team and Zephyr’s team after the first game – picture by Rocket
Count From One Again
This is a song by ‘Ten’ Teerapak (Teerapak Maneechot) called Nub Neung (Count One). I first heard this song when Ten, who is a former member of a Thai band called Smile Buffalo) sang it during a concert by Peacemaker in Krungthep which Bee and I went to together 4 years ago. This is still one of my favourites as its lyrics apply to me again and again…
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