8:00 blues

okay what am i doing here in the office 8 at night?

i am blogging, surfing the internet like nobody's business, waiting for my housemates to finish their paperwork, drink my (unlimited :P) cup of vanilla cappuccino, thinking a wee bit about my future, and  tapping to planetshakers. oh and and looking at how frustrated the housemates are sorting papers out. :(

dont judge the book by its cover. the real stuffs behind in the yard. 

somehow i think that i wouldnt want to spend the rest of my life doing what my housemates are doing. no im not saying that ill be hired definitely by schlumberger or something. im just saying general field engineers you know, those petroleum stuffs.

this is my philipino housemate, Vir. Hes very nice and blur. really nice. ;) 

oh by the way, my housemates are senior field engineers. they can freaking recognize the sea of standard pipes just by touching them literally, freaking experienced, muscular, buff, surprise proof and high time travellers.

"home", for the next 8 months.

yeah its hard to explain now how their lifestyles are and all now. prolly if you want to know more, a rendezvous and a good cup of coffee will do just fine when i get back. ;)

see those shackles? yeah theyre that freaking big.

i was telling a senior, working in the same field far far away about how 'unpermanent' the people will be, you know, when youre working in the field because therell be transfers here and there. and the work is nothing but surprises. crazy surprises.

UK - Ujana Kewangan, the ONLY big building in labuan.

tomorrow the boss might transfer you faraway, or the next minute, he/she might simply fire your ass because you flunked. but the senior replied:

"i guess it doesnt really matter. when you go to rigs and meet new people, the typical subject will be about the people youve met, your mutual friends throughout your jobs, you know. dont worry, youll grow into the job soonish"

somehow those words comforted me. lol. i dont know why, but it just did. ;)

it really did.