Puisi Dia

"Babak penantian
menguji

kesetiaan..

Sejauh mana cinta?

Aku tak mungkin..

kalis pilu,

Aku tak mungkin..

kalis rindu.

Aku semakin,
pendam rindu
Makin tebal,
cintaku.

Kau ku rindu..
seiring,
hebusan nafasku."

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In loving memory of someone I did not have the chance to meet but could still feel the presence of his love.

Week 2. Going Downhole

(L-R) Azwan, Malik, me, Lei, Xin, Tarn, Thomas, Mansur and Mikhail aka Misha @ Castle Square.

Week 2 passed us by like a bolt of thunder. The build up was felt, and in the end all we could recall was the fear of facing it and then, much like any weather. We forgot about it. Week 2 was pretty tough if you asked me. It wasn't as much to understand as compared to the basic hydraulics week, but boy there was so many things to remember!

On the way down into town from the Castle & Cathedral area.

This week we focused on downhole tools and did some calculations. I personally felt like I liked it the most since the tools were pretty much the only dainty little things you would possibly find in the wellsite. And changing the o-rings always made me feel like a dentist. Haha.

Tarn & me @ Lincoln town center.

My classmates are really fast people. They pick up much more than I can during class. I have always known myself to be the type to let it all in through one ear, jot down a note or two and then curse myself till I remember everything by heart.

We have been having dinner over at azwan's place a lot lately. The dude likes to cook. And we are always well stocked. Makes a good team huh?

Lincoln cathedral, the location for da vinci's shooting!!

I didn't go anywhere new during the weekend. Walked around Lincoln center again, and found halal meat. Thus, most of this is last week's pictures. Will put up some more.

Week 1. Welcome to Whitefriars

Tarn, me, Leila and May

This is the first part of a ten week series. I am at school now, all the way in the UK. It is my first time to the UK. So it is pretty neat. Oh pardon my formal language, I just finished my Week 1 exam. This is the exam whereby if you don't pass a minimum of 75% you can be sent home. Thanks. I need all the luck I can get.

This is Whitefriars, its the place where all the course participants are staying. We share the house with colleagues and luckily I got there early to arrange that all the girls stayed in the same house. Like. Logic lah sket. Buduh tol.

I share my house with May, Tarn and Leila. They are all engineer trainees just like me. Everyday we get on the UTC ( UK Training Center) bus at the wee of 6.50am and get to "school" by 7.45am. Yup, its that far away from home. Better not leave anything behind.

Me, May and Felix

The first day of school we had another round of entrance exams, what a way to start the week after 40 plus accumulated hours of flying in the past few days right? Class starts at 8.30am and ends before 5.00pm, the lessons are different everyday.

Basically they try to cover 2 topics in a day and at the end of the day we would also get 2 sets of homework. Homework is work. Do it. Memorize it. Cause its basically what the end of the week exam covers.

One of the latest pictures. Taken at house #11. We had a spaghetti dinner party. Real tight lot huh? (The whole lot of 14 students)

This week we had a practical session and my group traced the hydraulic line for the injector head circuit. The weather here is ugly. It rains and that is what makes the temperature drop. Like crazy.

Today is the end of week #1. Later this evening we will all head out to Tesco or LIDL or somewhere to have fun. Haha!

After test #1. Hip Hip Hoorayy!! 3 Cheers for more success.

An Itch

I've felt like this before. Tonnes of workload. Wake up way too early in the morning to keep up with the flow. Listen all day to the lessons and go home tired and hungry to an empty house and I practically run off the bus as I have spent all day longing my webcam.

And him.

But this is too much. I am constantly on the brink of cracking. Talk too long, and I would start to twitch. And itch.

Love? Who cares about love when all you can think about is the homework in the bag.. Like 7 friggin pages of it!

Not enough talk and being told off to sleep. Thats another cookie.

So yeah, sod it. I'll let you know what I am thinking.

It is always better that you are far away and that I am in control of everything.