Week #7 : Project II with the Senior Instructor

I don't remember when this picture was taken. But we did our second project with the senior instructor evaluating us. That was creepy. The projects are gradually increasing in complexity. I suck at programming and softwares. I believe that I am usually good at it, but I don't quite catch as fast as my counterparts do. So during the projects, I am assigned to look up the tools (which, frankly speaking I am rather fond and interested in) and design the downhole assembly.

I think it is my loss that throughout the projects I did not play a more aggressive role in the software and simulation area. Too bad. Jadi, akibatnye. During the coilCade design test I sorta flunked it. Eventhough Ken says its ok and that we will talk about it during the one on one. Yeah yeah. A failure is still a failure. Well at least to me.

A friend asked me "Do you feel that you have achieved much throughout this period?" I wanted to smack him straight on his forehead. But instead I said, "The most crazy personal achievement ever."

Candy Cane Letters

Am having a rough week (again). I nearly nearlyy failed a test on monday, and I passed my Coiled Tubing Unit operations practicals (operate the unit, run in hole with a mock well of 2000ft and 28 psi wellhead pressure haha) with Ken. And I cursed out loud , "Cookie monster". Which led to him asking me, " So what do you say when you are really mad?" Haha. Ken, Ken. At this point the whole class could see that he is just as worn out as we are. But I think overall my practical was ok. I forgot a little bit about my remaining barrels because my tally book fell and I lost the page I had written all the crucial information on. Darn.

And then there was the simulations evaluations. There were 2. One was for the pressure testing of the equipment prior to starting any operation ( yg ni kewl giler, touch screen to open and close all the valves tp aku slow bakk sebek tade time limit!), and then there was the contingency plan. Contingency - like a back up. Or an emergency response plan for the coil tubing unit. What to do if your powerpack fails, or your wellhead pressure suddenly increases. Etc etc etc..

All is fine and dandy. But I am feeling very tired lately. Not enough sleep no matter how many hours I do physically sleep everyday. But my body can't take it anymore. Plus I miss kicap manis cap kipas udang. Hoih. Mama will be arriving in Malaysia tomorrow!

I got a card from Jengga. Its these little things that reminds me of home that always make my day. And I get to feel HAPPY. I really enjoyed reading her note and imagining what was going on through her mind as she was choosing the cards. He he he. Yes jengs, I am the one who LOVES katzen!

Thank you for making my day. It feels great to have friends like you.

Week #6: Paintball was all I could recall

I don't remember anymore what we did on week 6. Oh. Ok. It was supposed to be the long weekend. Most of the kids in class went to Edinburg that weekend. Anyways, we had a 'team building' session on that Friday. We whole heartedly chose a round of paintball would do the job to build the team. Haha. I'm really tired right now.

So yeah, we went to the paintball arena nearby school. Little did we know that we were set up for 6 rounds of paintball courses!! Darn. Pancet okeh. Dah la pistol tu berat bakk. Ni dok jenjeng satu hari lebam tol. Speaking of lebam. Most of us got shot and had bruises as souvenirs. How nice kan? Siyes, aku pancet arinih.

Did I mention that this was my first time with paintball? All this while I'd only sit at the sidelines and spectate the machoism the boys oozed. Haha. Tuff luv babe, tuff luv. You gotta play along with the men too. I was on the team with all the boys. May and Tarn had all the other boys. Too many boys lah. Leila was not fit for it, her ribs were still hurting from an earlier incident. But she was kind enough to hang around and help us take pictures. Thanks Leila!

Ken and Marcio also joined us, which was cool cause you get to shoot at your own instructor. But Ken and Marcio are two of the nicest instructors around. So no, it wasn't that cool. The boys resorted in shooting one another towards the end. Sorta like kamikaze.

6 Rounds :

1. Get the flag and go to the other side ( I died coz my gun wasn't workinggg)

2. Get the flag from the middle and ambush the enemy till their all dead ( Marcio shot me on the head)

3. Switch sides and kill em all!! ( Yeayy we won, I hid behind Thomas hi hi hi)

4. Protect the fort while they invade ( Malik wanted to shoot me in the face. I will never forget that Prince of Persia!!)

5. Invade the port and die becoming a hero~~

6. Shoot at each other till your bullets run out.

7. Eh eh, kate 6 rounds je? Go home and count the bruises. Compare notes the next day. Haha.

Murmurs

This is it. There will be no turning back.
"Are you sure?" I slap myself. Hard.
I don't have time for this, I told her.
We've been over this before.
Exhausted.
How many more victims does it take for her to understand.

You are the predator.

She's scared.
Let's just go while we can, I whispered.

I can't breathe.

I chug at my cherry coke. Bitter yet enticing.
I can feel the cherries dance. Merry.
Reminds me of 5th grade in Baridhara.
The district.
We were carefree and beautiful then. Well, back then. I was only one.
Something along the way made me split and lose sense of staying in unity with myself.

She's scared.
It was her that stunted our escape. Her being soft and kind makes me sick.
I hope she realizes how fake she comes across to be.
I hope she realizes that nobody remembers a hero.

This would make it better.
This would solve everything.
All we need now, is a firecracker.
A bright sparkle that would die off once the moment is over.
We could escape in the middle of all the excitement.
I have a friend who could supply us with some.

I'm sick of living like this, in shadows. Carrying around big secrets that no one dares keep.
I need to find a new path, a better way of living.
The man with the firecracker taunts me, "You are only 24 once and those days are never coming back..."
Shut up already.
How many times must this sick episode repeat itself.

But she is still scared.