Infinite Melancholy Sadness

I'm not sure if the title came from a song or it is original. But someone gave me a writing with this as the title. To that someone. Sometimes I miss you. And when I do, everything seems to lose its meaning and my world definitely crumble into pieces.

I just finished taking my test. I am having my period. Is that the main reason to why I am being emotional lately? Or is it his unjust timing of leaving me once in a while that is to blame. Whatever it is. This is super suckkyy.

Losing too is still ours; and even forgetting

still has a shape in the kingdom of transformation.

When something’s let go of, it circles; and though we are

rarely the center of the circle, it draws around us its unbroken, marvelous

curve.

Week 4: The Socializing Thinker

Week 4 we did some fun stuff in class. Basically anything that is deviated from the presentation would be considered fun. The most important thing that I have discovered is the diversity of the class and the world per se. I've made wonderful bonds with the kids in my class, and it is for keeps! Oh and by the way, we always knock our socks off with taking pictures on Saturday afternoons. Its basically the only time in the week we get to be out in the sun if we are not doing practicals outside.

There are so many different types of people and I hate to generalize people into classes or groups. But it is safe to say that we can see how people of different cultures act and react to certain situation.

Anyways we did an online personality test in class and I came out to be the Socializing Thinker. Wadehel. Sounds like some topnotch job as a PR for a company while entertaining potential clients with cocktails and a game of golf. Ngaha. I am sooo in the wrong field! Too late for that. The Socializing Thinker will obtain the colors of green (thinker) and yellow (social butterfly). Thomas' is red (directive) and green ( thinker) = mastermind! Wa wa wa.

Oh and notice the paper bags on our desks? Saturday lunch = shitty lunch. We get cold sandwiches (which most of the time I can't eat since its not halal), chips and coke. Sebu perut aku. Boleh kene saman ke a tulis mcm ni?

No matter where you come from, you are always proud of your roots and origin. It is just that not everybody feels strongly to express it, as a respect to others around them. I think I value that the most about being Asian. Respect is key, and perhaps key to world peace? (apekahhh). I miss my pcs days. Here to end the entry are my class's back street boys.

Fogul not vojel

It was an odd moment for me. To appreciate the formulas that kept on making their appearance on the slides. I knew them. I knew how much pain they put me through. And I acknowledged them for being there to make me more of an engineer. It sounds so cheesy but I felt that the 2nd acquaintance was much more personal.

As if the formulas themselves said to me, hey its that girl again. Haha.

That is why I have not felt sleepy all throughout this week. We are learning the basics of reservoir engineering and some petroleum exploration.

I could understand the remorse my friends were expressing. Imagine what they are going through. What I learnt in a year was squashed into 4 days of slide shows. It was when we reached the equation for production in a gas and oil reservoir that I couldn't help but laugh.

Fogul he says, Fogul. And all I could register was how just a year ago my friends and I were referring it as the Vojel's equation, pleased and content with ourselves.

Week 3. Pumping Practicals!

CPS-1 the pump.

Week #3 was the practical week. One whole week of blissful outdoors. No homeworks, definitely no slides presentations, no memorizing, just me and the noisy units. After being in confined classrooms where the temperature can be adjusted, I shocked myself silly with the cold wind. Hah! Kate dok UK.

Me and May. Sejuk bakk.

We were taught the basics of pump operation and within a week's time we were tested on priming a pump, pressure testing a line and basic pumping procedures. It was bloody cold and we couldn't fit enough sweaters underneath our slim coveralls without bursting the darn thing so we got ourselves the raincoat to save our skinny bones from the harsh wind. We took some breaks in between rigging up and pumping and this was one of our most favourite vending machine area.

My group L-R: Sahalah, Malik, Thomas, Leila and Xin Yu.

Bleed off line and Wellhead Valve. Haha. These arm signals were used during the pumping practical. Anyways, in a yummy nutshell we all passed the practicals, and the following monday we had a quiz online. I passed em all. Syukur.

I went out on Sunday with Azwan and went gift hunting. I practically finished 80 pounds!! Shitness. Haha. Self pamper just to get over the stress. More in episode 4!!