Sunset at Sunburst

My first sunburst! Load packed with activites, sounds and definitely sights. The trick is to make sure you've got on your sunnies. Be it the latest trendiest shades, or old school lab goggles tainted black with neon yellow lines, or the typical nic richie big saucer types. Why? Cause its behind those babies that you get the privacy of looking at what the rest of the crowd is wearing, oggling at..and no one has to know which direction you are really looking. Sounds fab??

I know that is beyond the point, but I couldn't help but be awed at what some of these people looked like. Haha. I'd categorize myself as the simple minimalist type as opposed to the rest of the crowd. Ok la, they are minimalist in the sense that they only wear a singlet and shorts. But thats not my point!!

I loved loved Nidji. So much. It was the peak of the evening for me. Entertained by Hujan, saw how childish Bunkface really was..they're like highschool kids. Mere babies. Then Met Uncle Hussein as they were performing. Idled off and got rm3 slurpee, and rm30 tee which were much better quality then JMraz's. And paid rm10 for charity foot massage. Much needed in the midst of a 12 hour concert! Then got ready for Nidji, and sat through Atomic Kitchen from Dublin, and Estranged was there dedicating almost all of their songs to Korn. Cam, suda2 ler tu.

Yeah, I am new to a lot of things 'common' to others...(bunyik cengkerik..cause I am not used to seeing Malays get drunk, its just wrong..?)

Oooh. There was a silent disco or silent arena. I wanted to try that out badly but the queue was just too long.

Had a tiresome but eventful day. Too bad I left my dgcam at home. See you guys next year!

ps/ I skipped Butter cause I doubt they were gonna play any old songs. And Korn. Thats just not my scene~!!

Cerita Palas

Just wanted to make an official entry about my stint in January 2009. I was offshore for a month in Exxon's waters. Had a good time there. The crew were a whole different bunch. Pros and cons, life is fair, really. To argue with that would be similar to being unthankful. I love my religion. (Tetibe jekkk..)

This is my room. My parents always find peace when I give them a good picture. I got the Senior Operating Superintendent room. So that was why the other bosses were so keen on kicking me off the platform. Buggers.

This is me trying to be a tough cookie. Thats my supervisor next to me and the furthest right is my Location Manager. Trying to talk some sense into my boss. I am proud of this picture. Most people don't think I have what it takes. In due time, I will bloom to become a full grown bitch. Haha.

The galley in Guntong-A, which is the mother platform for the Guntong Field. We did our operation on a satellite platform, the Palas-A platform. We sleep and eat at the mother platform.

During the first few day of my stay in early Jan, the weather was super rough. We commute by boat to the satellite platform and I am also proud that I did not throw up, unlike some others. Then they decided it was too rough to travel by boat, and we had to go by chopper. The chopper would leave Guntong-A around 10am, so we idled to our fullest by sharing stories with Pak Usop and Muaz. If we were to leave by boat, we would have to be ready to go by 6am.

This time around, coiled tubing had a cementing campaign. The crane lifts the 1 ton (1,000 kg) bag of cement and us lab rats would have to poke the contents out. Pretty nasty stuff.




Going on the transfer basket. This is our mode of transport throughout the entire campaign. So I can claim that I am pro at this. Good or bad weather. But its not good to gloat, cause no one can predict the weather..

Dah naik bot. Sume tido. Bagus kan?

This is a shot from far of Palas-A. Hello Palas, good-bye Palas. Thanks for the memories and all the lessons learnt. By the way, our job was pretty messed up. We had more than one incident which did not involve any personnel. Just the equipment. So we are all thankful to live another day and to constantly listen to the lecture on propper maintenance and shit.

Regardless, I had a good time there. My first cement job, the new friends I made, the tough company man who was always asking me about cement barrels and recipes. Thank you all.

Now I just sit in the base and implement plans and flowcharts. What a life, huh?

Dearest Jason

We snuck out on the night on the 4th of March. Cockle-doodle-doo, the clock ticked 4:45. But my driver-lover-man was late. Sigh. And KL traffic was like hell as always. Concert kot??

Funny thing was, throughout the whole musical not everyone around me knew the lyrics to the songs. Have to say that the latest album was not my favourite. I loved Mr.A-Z so much and felt deeply about all of the lyrics in that album. Luckily enough, I knew most of the lyrics. Except for the fast numbers like where all I did was say ‘Good job’ – lifted my hands up high and waited for the down low part.. and this one, ‘I do not pick up the phone if, I do not know who is calling…’

So much fun was Jason’s way of warming up with the crowd. The guy just blabs out music from his mouth and would have us imitating him which was great fun. And if you listen to his songs carefully, he is a funny guy. I loved Geek in the Pink, but jenga wasn’t found yet so I had to sing alone. Haha. Sadis tol.

More pathetically when I had neighbouring concert goers just cry and shriek like crazy and they didn’t even know the chorus part to I’m Yours. Pretty dead giveaway, don’t you think?

Towards the end Jason started introducing his band and took Polaroid pictures of them and threw it towards the crowd. Awesome!! Oh by the way, Jason has a collection of Polaroids he made a book out of, but not sure if they have it here in Malaysia.

The concert started sharply at 8:30 and ended on the dot of 10:00 pm. Jason must be a punctual sleep early guy. Well, good for him. Woudn’t want most of the crowd sleeping in the next day and missing their early train to work.

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Dearest Jason,

Please please please come back to Malaysia. Hahahhaa. Thank you. I will buy the rm80 t-shirt again if you do =) mcm la die tau derang jual baju kat lua tu..

3 Cakes and an Inferno

Ok so scratch the previous sappy entry about boo-hooing the night of my birthday. I was blessed with kind friends who sent MMS that had pictures of us when we were sweet and young (uni years!) and even had songs enscribed in em MMS..

I need to remind myself that I've never had more than one cake on my birthday. Ever. I used to read other people's blog and get all annoyed because some of them would be like, 'I got the usual three cakes and four hundred pressies as expected, again, this year..' gile diva. Haha.

Kak Aida threw me a suprise when I got back from an SPE talk the day of my birthday (how bad a timing can the stupid talk get?) She got me the works!! A cute chocolate cake, complete with 25 candles. At this age, cakes and candles (especially since I reside in pious Terengganu.. no offense tahu) by themselves can be a luxury. Superlicious!! Thank you thank you.

And on the 28th of Feb, I headed down to KL to kiss my bantal busuk at home and I got my cheesecake version of a partayy only to have really noisy and bitchful bunch of gurls sitting next to us at alexis'. I had great company and happy food.

So yeah, I had a greaatttt 25th kick-off. Thank you. Very very much. Hugs.