At Notts

One of the weekends during school, as always. I would rather opt to stay in bed and sleep my fears of school away, whilst the others would plan an adventurous trip up north to Edinburgh. But it happened to be one of the last few ‘weekends’ we would get.

Above: Mansur and Robin Hood of Nottingham Forest, and below: Azwan, who is just as camwhorish as my rumet, Jengga. But it was fun.

So I joined the likes of Azwan, Sahala and the pretty Russian Mansur for day trip to Nottingham. Or notts, as the English would say.

We took an early train to Nottingham, it was only an hour away from Lincoln and the trip costs us only a mere 4 pounds, if my memory serves me correct.

I only wanted to see the City Council. I’ve seen too many pictures of it. And I couldn’t even begin to care what it is and why it is there. (Being in school has really defined the word ignorant) haha.

Breakfast at Le petit Fours. The boys had onion soup while I had a lovely vanilla danish.

Anyways, we toured town and Mansur, being the happy boy he is wanted to see every single friggin thing Nottingham had to offer. Like seriously.

But we only ended up with enough time to go see Robin Hood – the statue, go up a Castle which costs us 3 pounds and then what did we do… oh yeah. We were famished silly so we ran through the rain scouring for a ‘nice’ place to eat. (I could’ve survived with a tuna sandwich but then again, I was traveling with BOYSS)

We finally found a cute café by the name Café Rouge. I loved it!! We all had something seafood, since all of us except Sahala were muslims. The food was not as perfect as The Barge, but I loved my fish salad to pieces!!

I guess this would be one of the last entrees about me and the UK. I’m sure we’ve all had about enough of it eyh?

Take this.

Cheers.

The Blue Coupe

Happy.

I will be travelling back home in the near future. Can't wait to go back and meet all my loved ones. Mama will be waiting for me. So will my two brothers.

I've realized how important being happy is once you get yourself involved with this kind of energy absorbing job. It is crucial to find ways to keep yourself going, and the rewards that await at the end of the day is priceless.

And they say money can't buy happiness.

So true, so cliche even.

Thats me and Ashrul. Chewing wrigleys and sitting on ayah's BMW 3.18 coupe in blue.

homesick!!

Week #9 : Graduation @ The Barge

We had our graduation dinner at a place called The Barge, near Lincoln's waterfront. It was a nice poshy place ideal for a lovers' getaway. Not for rowdy bunch of 14 people. But anyways, we rock basically anything that it didn't bother us to mind our manners for the first 5 minits of the dinner. Haha!

Great friends.. Will miss them dearly. My kitchen buddies. Tarn the Hippo and May the.. what is May? She never got a nickname. May the turtle? But she is so bright that the turtle sounds too undercoverish for her even.

My Malaysian counterpart. What lah. My english got so bad because we made too much fun of May speaking english. Amek obat. A great friend throughout the course.

Crayfish Tail. Super delicious portion of crayfish seared to perfection in a gorgeous cream and garlic sauce. The potatoes were scalding hot that I burnt my tongue silly. Sedap nak mati.

This was my side of the table. That is Alexander Rudnik. THE Senior Instructor. Most of us were near burst pressure by this point. Personally, I think dinner was excellent at this quaint expensive spot. But it was Thursday evening, just after our projects presentation. We were too tired to enjoy the dinner thoroughly. We retired early that night.

And we woke up hungry, remembering the meals from yesterday. Haha!

Week #8 : Operation Week!

Some snapshots during our last and final week outdoors. My crew, Azwan, May and I. Oh, and the coiled tubing unit.

This one is taken at the hallway that leads to the classrooms and the yard.

Outside, near the yard.

In the control cabin, Dr. Xin, Hippo and me. Monkey. Ngahaha..