twinky one

so im officially legal. anyone want to do anything to me now? :P

twenty one years old. the big twenty one. and what happened on the day i turned twenty one? lol. i wouldnt say its extraordinary. wouldnt say its happy as well.. but its definitely something very different.

on a sikorsky. :)

heres a paragraph to sum it all:

HSDs, RDXs, conical shaped charges, 7 inch oriented guns, IRDVs, Omegamatic packers, SHRVs, SJB, RA subs, eFires, adapters, slippery rigfloor, elevator, transformer-ish looking driller's chairs, crazy big arms dealing with crazy long drill pipes, stupid itchy brine all over, smelly gases, cranes, sleepless nights, oh sleepless days too, rain and good food, very good rig food. :P

so this is where i celebrated sweet twenty one. 

loads of rusty metals, a lot of deep blue sea water, a lot of hairy angmohs, super maju robotics and automations systems, and a bunch of helpful but *cant find a word to describe* workmates. i think theyre generally mean lah, or just trying to pull a new crew's leg all the time.

mi room and mi bed. crashed with the oceaneering guys for a few days.

i am very very tempted to post pictures of the rig, those freaking big arms and what not, but i cant lah. actually i dont quite dare because if those people happens to find out, ill eat grass for the rest of the good years of my life.

the rig i went to was really near to the first platform i went, West Setia SPAR. got a really good view of the FPSO too from the moon pool. and yeah, the moon pool is actually the bottom of the semi submersible rig.

yeah tall tall gigantic drill pipes.

being a fairly simple guy living in city for twenty freaking one years, ive never realized how advanced us human race is. now anytime i see some big uncommon gadgets in the oilfield, ill just sit down and admire it, and be amazed for a long time.

when i went down to the moon pool, this is what i see. i sat down for almost an hour after the job just to admire this - the foundation of the semi submersible rig, prolly accomodates the ballast tanks as well i dont know. but the really blue sea water, and the really big thingee, is really really nice. magnificent. :) or i should say bizarre. really bizarre.

so yeah, that very day i turned twenty one, i helped the crews ignite the explosives and perforate well Wx 05. all 78 guns, each and every with our palm stamps, sent 3.5 km deep into earths stomach and kaboomed. and jim standing up on that rig floor 3.5km away, could hear the explosion. just simply amazing.

yeah so that was how jim celebrated his 21st birthday. no creamy cheesecakes, no candles. just lots and lots of oil, brine and sweat.

well, not complaining. :)

just wishing that everyone is well and fine, everywhere in the world, anytime of the day. :) and oh, please dont simply use oil lah. very hard to extract from earth gah. haha. :P

ps: i just want to dedicate this song to you, one replublic's come home. everything that needs to be said. :) love you.

anger management

*takes a deep breath, and watches the clouds move. slowly.*

let me tell you a story. my story.

jim is a very normal kid. he grows up in a very good family. his dad thought him all the basic things that moulds him into, ahem maybe debatable, but a proper man he is now.

when he was young, like any other rascals, he tells his daddy that sis broke the expensive vase when he knew who did it. he threw bottles at that friend who teased daddy and broke windows. he cried in the car and refused to come out because mommy didnt buy that white mice he wanted. in all the cases, he was angry, and that anger, resolved in all those desperate actions.

yeah, a really angry kid. a really imperfect, angry and nasty kid.

as he grows, he goes to places he never thought he will go and he sees many different angry individuals. hes been in terrible quarrels because he was angry, and he still remembers until this very day. some were unnecessary at all, some were really stupid, but almost all of them, they were pretty pointless.

today, sitting in this very cubicle, he knows that he is a pretty calm guy. pretty calm in the sense, he sits down and thinks before he gets any angrier. jim knows the consequences of being angry; unintended speeches and actions, and very very hurtful thoughts that most of the times, are voiced. hurtful voices that at the end of the day, he deeply regrets but is helpless.

jim is not saying this because he thinks that he is perfect in anger management.he just wants to share. he doesnt want the world to be any angrier, he doesnt want you to be angry, he doesnt want anyone to be angry at all.

back in university when he is angry, he plays loads of badminton. so much, he doesnt feel his legs anymore. and that somehow calms him down. at one point, he started midnight joggings because he was just simply thinking too much.

back in kangaroo town, he sleeps when he is angry. he slept so much, the next day, he just started smiling to himself and thanked God that he didnt felt angry over those small matters.

in labuan, he is constantly around people, workmates, bosses and what not. almost all the time, he is constantly aggravated by things that just doesnt go his way, by things that he has no control over at all, by the fact that being an intern means that you belong to the bottom of the food chain. most of the time, when he is angry, he sits in an isolated place, takes a deep breath and watches the cloud moves.

jim has plenty more to learn about being angry. so much more. but at this very point, he wants to share that being angry, just makes things really bad. i bet everyone knows that consciously.

:)

to those who are angry right now, i truly hope you are less angry after reading this. to those who are feeling happy, im happy for you, but just in case if you feel angry one day, pour water into that small fire before it burns the whole house alright?

cheers.

ebay.com/me

okay, jim is contributing to mankind; to all the cannot-wake-up-in-the-mornings-ers out there!

i have no idea where (or why, i mean are there really that sleepy people around here?) are they selling all these freaky gadgets, but if you really need em, prolly you can try ebay-ing or something. :)

allow me.

if you are a really sleepy and short man/woman with shorter arms, i dont quite recommend this. This evil creation hangs above your head and starts climbing while it rings. Don't wake up fast enough, and you won't be able to shut it up without a ladder.

okay okay. according to the catalogue, this happy creation has a vibrator. it has a vibrator. lol. dont be thinking nonnsense. it vibrates like crap on your bed, and a 95 db alarm and a police style rotating light that will make you wish youre in jail for not waking up.

time to wake up and fly. catch me.

and tada, grand winner:

lucifer junior here runs away from the bed or side table, falls down to the floor, and finds a random place to hide as he rings.

how convenient. lets put it this way, pre warm up after sleep. its good for you. :P

third

happy third, you.

i know, its just the beginning.

but i believe its going to be one heck of a long journey. :)

cheers, you, to happily ever after.

ocean rover

giant machines, tiny men.

beautiful rises, still it sets.

big day, small place.

particular heart, limitless love.

little sleep, crazy work.

long way to go.

i miss you very much.

trumping, donald

so yeah guys, everything is good. ignore my previous posts. :)

jim is trumping donald again, in 15 minutes hes boarding the chopper to board ocean rover, some 45 minutes away from labuan airport.

will be there to kaboom.

kaboom.

and kaboom. :P

take care alright, and all the best to those sitting for exams. God bless you all. :)

especially you.

love you.

stop

just stop.

Cross

Love is never tired of waiting; love is kind; love has no envy; love has no high opinion of itself, love has no pride;

Love's ways are ever fair, it takes no thought for itself; it is not quickly made angry, it takes no account of evil;

It takes no pleasure in wrongdoing, but has joy in what is true;

Love has the power of undergoing all things, having faith in all things, hoping all things.

1 Corinthians 13:4-7

im begging You to please show me the way. those circumstances are way over me. i know You are there. ive always known.

jim's dict

that doesnt sound too right.

but dont let that indecent thing bother us. today, jim 's dickt first edition features its very first word:

junkie (also junky)
· n. informal for a grease addict.
– ORIGIN 1920s (orig. US): from junk.

this, is what happens when youre a junkie:

you scavenge parts for the THICKEST grease (or in slb, WOM grease) and make a good grease-shake out of it when the weather is hot. i think when you put that concoction in the blender, it (the blender) will be smoked. :P

you bite and suck your super greasy hand gloves, just like a lollipop. just like a giant delicious lollipop. right in front of that radioactive machine. even better.

and best of all, 5 gallons of good, creamy, and slurpee copper grease, or better known as coppaslip. pick it up with your hands, spread it on a cookie, bread, spaghetti or boleh dimakan begitu sahaja. convenient. though a little pricey, but it lubricates the stomach for fast digestion. haha. and anti seize too. no more sumbat arses.  

nah dont worry this is a decent cup of cold teh madras and kopi botol in kk. :) nice!

sigh. im actually beginning to feel sick myself reading the post again. haha. jim ah, why so disgusting?

but anyway, lol. im hungry.

mc donalds anyone? :)