Seven dash Four

Nino : So do you know what today is?
Me : Err. Saturday?
Nino : Nope. Today's five dash four
Me : Oh. OK.
Nino : Tomorrow would be six dash four..
Me : (Apekebende dash2 four ni??)
Nino : And then when it gets to seven dash four..its my birthday.
Me : (cookie monster ok. budak ni kire tarikh with dash dash ke. blimey) Oh!! Happy Becoming birthday to you missy!!

Visiting Mary and Siti K

Little Maryam Arissa. So adorable. Seriously mini Lhene ok.

Last Wednesday was a struck of fate and me being the only available person in the base to head all the way up to Kota Bharu to accompany one of our crew that was just recently involved in a chemical spill. (The dude is fine btw and I have to continue with the investigation on Sunday morning boo hoo).

Spur of the moment, I had to head all the way up to KB with the driver and our trip (SLB time, duhh~) was 6 hours with 3 stops. Haha. Jauh siot KB klo nek kete SLB. I had every intention of shopping my arse off when I got there. Ye lah, I didn't have to spend a single penny for the trip nor the accomodation. Renaissance. Sedap tols!

I planned to meet up Mama Lhene and her new born. What luck I had with me in Kemaman a set of baby tees I got from Mothercare. Lhene plak.. sempoi abes. Tade gaye org tgh pantangs pon! That night I was invited to spend the night with Lhene and her family, since her husband wasn't around anyways.

So I slept with Baby Mary and Lhene. Mary has this 2 hour feeding program. Every 2 hour she would cry and Lhene would be like, "Maryam lapar ye sayang.. Ok, jap ye Mama buat susu.." and I am a light sleeper and woke up and started to pat Mary while waiting for her milk. *pitam* next few hours it would happen again.. *pitam* and again.. til I woke up for subuh at 630. Mase tu da tak larat nak pitam balik cause I had to leave pretty early.

Funny thing was that Lhene and I aren't too close, like I don't know her surname and her husband's name either. But I didn't let it get to me. I think the bond I have with all the other supadupa girls is just amazing. Like we would just giggle and have fun regardless.

We bid our farewells, hoping to meet when Mary is a bit older..like, 10 weeks? Haha.

I succeeded in convincing the driver to take me to Pasar Besar Siti Khadijah the same morning. Damage done!!

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Dah malas nak type. Nak kua jenjalan. See ya!

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?