Give It Two Good Blows

i've always wanted to learn how to do cardio pulmonary resusitation (cpr). don't know exactly why. probably because its heroic to be saving a life. imagine how phenomenon it'd be to give jessica alba or beyonce the kiss of life! watching too much grey's anatomy i guess. or was it baywatch? (rofl)

but i didn't want to be attached to a licence to kill as well. plus, 5-7 years in medical school would definitely make me go bonkers without a doubt. no, i was never willing to give up that much of my life, no matter how noble i found the profession. i think i could serve the world better in different ways.

today, i got a chance to learn. well, it was unavoidable frankly speaking. its part of the areas we need to cover. just as a matter of caution. general knowledge kinda thing. because if something were to happen requiring cpr in-flight, the flight attendants would assume the primary roles. we in the flight deck, can't leave the aircraft unmanned. unless situation really deteriotes to an unthinkable point.

so if a person is seemingly unconscious, what do you do? you look for Dr. Abc!

D - dangerous. clear area of anything that may harm the fellow like sharp objects.

R - response. check verbally if the fellow really unconscious. squeezing his testicles is considered sexual harassment. instead, ask him, "sir are you ok? sir can you hear me?". if no reply, then safe to say he is unconscious. then shout out to a passerby, "call 911!".

oops. 999 i mean. 911 tak laku over here.

A - airway. not airways like golf466 and whiskey525 fellow airmen out there. it means to make sure he can breathe without obstruction. especially his tongue doesn't block his breathing. also check if there are any foreign objects down his throat. like fishball, furball, or maybe his own balls.

B - breathing. confirm no breathing by looking for movements of his chest, listening out for an exhale, and feeling for warmth of expired air. confirmed no breathing? proceed.

C - circulation. give him 2 good blows. the 2 best blow job you could ever give. ventillation, i mean. then proceed with 30 chest compressions, for every 2 ventillations.

remember, the secret is all in the hands, and your 2 good blows. after the blow job, lookout for an erection. eh REACTION, not erection!

the other day i was listening to FlyFm,

they were talking about weird names,

and one caller said he met a girl named Abcd,

pronounced as "ab-see-dii". creative!

Always The Minority

taking this path, hadn't been easy. i had next to zero knowledge when i jumped into this industry. i wasn't the stereotypical "my dad's a pilot", as you would find in flying school. but thank God for friends who were alike. the minorities amongst the majority in this tightly knit world.

there is something about flying that is so irresistable to me, that some people cannot comprehend. especially lady teachers (but this is not limiting to them only). i received some flak when i decided to quit university and pursue this licence. maybe they had some pretty nasty rendezous with pilots in their high days?

truthfully though, i guess they had envisioned me receiving a scroll for mechanical engineering. all because of my big mouth.

teachers always asked, "what are you gonna study after form6?". and if i said, "i wanna be a pilot", they would give me this face like "what the hell is a pilot?". the thing is, teachers expect you to proceed to university. full stop. no doing things out of the ordinary. unless of course you do really bad, and decided to be an entrepeneur and set up a stall selling ramli burger.

and there is no such option of "piloting" in the public tertiary education. so i also face this typical question countless times, "what university offers piloting?". been there before? tired of answering them with a speech, i decided i'd tell them i'm gonna study mech engineering. coz it was the closest to piloting in those public university forms @.@

they will never comprehend the fact that i had given up my would-be batchelor's in mech eng for a driver's licence. never. reactions are hillarious. but what's done is done. my life, my choice.

its sad how there is no room for exceptions. at the end of the day, people only want to see you get a scroll, and you're king just like that. a momentary feeling of pride they'd feel for you. then when the fizzle is out, back to the daily norms, and you could be regretting it for the rest of your life. i don't think its fair how society oppresses itself based on such age-old thinking. we've come a long way since the 50s, there are many other ways to be successful. don't make it a point to stay old-fashioned, just because you were forced to back then. else it'd be a never ending regressional cycle. plus with the abundant pointless degrees for who-knows-what and limitless universities springing out, there is gonna be a time when everyone successfully holds a batchelor(cert or human) with nowhere to go.

but did you know, piloting licence is recognized to be equivalent to a degree abroad? "but not in malaysia", you say? sijil luar negara lagi powerrr what...

from flying school, to the jets. to be more precise, the airbus, is gonna be worlds apart. how to endear, i wonder. i don't suppose they have a handbook for dummies out there? because the quick reference handbook, doesn't look so quick.

Ladies & Gentleman,

'nuff said.

My Silent Encounter

we sat opposite each other,
not knowing the other's destination.
you looked like an angel,
flawless skin,
thin pink lips,
flowing hair without gravity.
i smiled a little not knowing where to,
then reluctantly looked away.

your frames,
hooked faithfully on your bridge,
but i have to say,
your shirt seemed too big,
could they be hiding your wings?
could it be underneath your deep blue shirt?

i tried,
i really did try,
but i could not stop myself,
from stealing glimpses of you.
how could i?
but how could you wrong me,
where else should i look,
if not straight ahead?

that's not a crime,
not a crime to look straight ahead, no.
but you my dear,
yes, you know you were wrong.
not because we interlocked,
neither because you hid your smile.

as he entered the train,
i had already noticed the uniqueness,
you took awhile,
only once he sat beside me.
the trojan was an eye-catcher,
the blonde made it attention seeking,
yet you my dear,
did not anyone tell you its not nice to stare?

so you were guilty,
of staring at him,
at his uniqueness of awkwardness,
and i caught you there and then,
if only i was a man in blue,
instead all i could do,
was laugh at the wide-eyed you.

i simmered down the laugh,
and smiled pleasantly,
as you shifted glances my way,
i could see it in your eyes,
the guilt of staring you realized,
yet could you not help yourself,
as i could not help myself,
holding back laughter in your view.

we parted ways,
how i wished we had not.
i'll still think of you,
and the fun we had,
or at least on my part alone,
and maybe we'll meet again.
maybe on the train again.

Establish Bachok...

NO MORE! the infamous Buddha statue of bachok, kelantan. for all those flyers out there, familiar?

the statue is actually located at this double dragon temple fyi. (cool right 'double dragon', reminds me of that micro genius game) last day in kelantan and my first day actually stepping foot at the east coast beach. now i can say, been there, done that!

the joy---stick in between the crotch.

the footwork,

that took me a long time to get accustomed to.

the cockpit. display is powered if you look carefully.

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- i've been travelling on this road too long... -