Beautiful.Mind.Life

Right after work, I headed to the bazaar located at the central of Chukai town in Kemaman. It took me almost an hour to reach there, thanks to the heavy traffic at the bridge near my work place (thank you Mr. MB for your concern).

My wife was already waiting for me there after she finished her tasks with the banks. We had a brief walk around the bazaar. We got ourselves some junk food and a half of honey roasted chicken as our main course.

Exactly RM28 spent. I really feel it was such a waste when we had our break-fast at 1916 hours. Nothing tasted as good as its look. RM28 can get me few kilos of bloated fish (translation for ikan kembung, by AA once ago), a kilo or two of fresh meat and probably a whole chicken, which equals to almost a week buka puasa supplies. Putting it in other way, I have actually spent the whole week’s supplies expenditure for a one time buka puasa.

The day before yesterday, we spent RM50 for Pizza Hut. I didn’t feel bad at all.

I have a policy of no matter how expensive a food is, as long as it tastes good, I won’t mind. What pissed me off just now was those people who sells craps and bullshits for living.

Bila tanya, semua claim sedap. Fools.

The crave for pizza has been rapidly increasing within all three of us, especially during Ramadhan.

We decided to get a fresh buka puasa after a week of only-inside-the-house Ramadhan. Pizzas  sound nice compared to a bowl of whatever at Secret Recipe or a Mushroom Swiss at Burger King (unlike in KLCC, here you have to pay to top up your drinks, or else, it would’ve been our first choice). Starbucks and Big Apple are out of the list, completely. Who would want to break their fast with flavoured doughnuts or with a cup of RM15 bitter macchiato plus the ridiculously priced cookies?

At 1644hrs, I went to make reservation and straight away ordered the meal (we had, in previous Ramadhans, experienced unnecessary effects of sudden decision to have our breakfast away from home), including regular-sized Pepperoni, large plate of Platter, sweet and spicy chicken wings and of course, the compulsory value meal extras like Pepsi, breadsticks and mushroom soups.

It was slightly raining as we reached Mesra Mall around 1900hrs and managed to have a good browse of baju raya (2 females with me, surely), before we head to Pizza Hut few moments later. Imran had his meal 10 minutes before Maghrib, but of course, nobody cares. He’s 2 months old today, so he will not be going around the town in the white van as a result of fast-skipping in this holy Ramadhan.

Next weekend, we’ll probably be in KL for a quick raya shopping at IKEA, and have our sahur and buka puasa around there.

PS: The image is from HTC Touch 3G. Shouldn’t expect any better, should we?

Oh syahdunya puasa. Penat. Lapar. Dan paling penting, tekak dah kering!

Orang kata puasa ni bagus. Boleh mengurangkan berat badan (kepada orang yang mempunyai berat yang tak sepatutnya). Boleh juga merehatkan organ-organ dalaman badan yang kerja tak berhenti-henti sepanjang tahun. Boleh juga menguji sejauh mana ketahanan mental dan fizikal. Boleh kurangkan belanja dengan mengurangkan belian barang makanan harian, kecuali la kalau jenis buka puasa makan macam 765 tahun tak makan. Memang peniaga pasar Ramadhan tersengih lebar la kalau nampak muka yang macam tu.

Semua benda berkurang. Kecuali satu. Beban kerja.

Yeah, I know. I’ve been mumbling about this over and over again. And yes, I want to stop complaining about it. But before I stop, let me say a few words as closing.

Schlumberger, I hate you.

Friends of Schlumberger, don’t worry. I don’t mean that to you guys. Just to those “certain people”.

Sekian, terima kasih.

I’ve been here for more than a week now. It shouldn’t be this long, but shit happens. I left my wife all alone at home, accompanied by only two kittens. She has to start her Ramadhan cooking, sahuring and buka-puasa-ing alone at home, in front of the Samsung ( ingat abg tatau ke hehe)… Such a shameful hubby I am, leaving a young and beautiful life partner because of the lust and hunger for carrier achievement. Well, I wouldn’t put it that way actually. I love this job because of its end of every month benefits. Bayar mahal weh… But then, whats the point swimming in the sea of Ringgit Malaysia or US Dollars if there is no existence of happiness, or less quality time consumption with your loved one?

And yes, I am still here. Not knowing what to do. Everything fails. I got shit from those people of Carigali Hess. I got bigger shit from the biggest man in Carigali, the Drilling Superintendant himself…

Adoila…mampuih aku camni… It was a complete disaster. The logging unit mobilized here was taken somewhere from Iran, or India, I’m not so sure. The management people of my company, especially the sales engineer, uttered the sweetest words to the client, saying that the unit is in good condition ( I think he said excellent…). The reality? That stupid logging unit is actually a piece of crap, ready to be junked by the Iranians, but my manager brought it here, thinking that we can turn the reality into fantasy, assuming the unit will be perfectly operational within two weeks.

Ok, here it is. Number one, back here in Malaysia base, we normally use the conventional unit, more than 50% of the structure are driven by mechanical and hydraulic system, 15% of electro-pneumatic system and the rest, the electrical and electronic take places. The workload of performing maintenance and breakdown troubleshootings are crazy, but acceptable, as it usually requires physical energy rather than brain-sizzling efforts. But the unit that they brought here from Iran that I mention before is totally different. 30% of mechanicals, hydraulics and pneumatics. The rest? Electronics.With this unit, we need to deliver our physical strength together with squeezing our brains macam perah susu lembu kat kandang. Actually, these electronics appliances were created to make the life of its users easier than few years back. Yes, I said the USERS, not to those who need to maintain its credibility and accuracy of collecting variable oil well data.

Number two, hell. We know nothing at all about this unit. We took the whole week to study how it works and how the systems are. We got a blur picture, but we basically understand the unit pretty well. But that was the problem. We spent a week already, and all we had is just another week to repair it (as I said earlier, this unit is a piece of junk…major repairs needed badly…)

Number three, again, it’s a piece of junk. The aircond didn’t work. The presurrization blower was down. The Control Safety Panel was turned upside down. The programmable logic control was somehow, non-understandable. The power distribution panel wasn’t really friendly to the technicians as it was to the engineers (the users of course…) and the list goes one….endless…

Now it’s here. At Tioman T-10, standing like a robotic-zombie, just few feets away from the well head. It can be run, but that unit will heat you up like hell when you work inside it. And there is no existence of pressure differential between the outside and inside of the unit due to its failed blower, so you might have to risk your life breathing freaky gases that exist in the air around the wells.

I’ve been working here day and night to solve the problems. Tapi aku hanya insan biasa. The limit has been reached. Nothing much can be done here. Otak pon dah nak pecah. Sakit badan. Rindu bini lagi….

Oh Tuhan, dalam bulanMu yang suci ini, peliharalah aku dari anasir yang bertentangan denganMu serta permudahkanlah jalan bagiku. Kau jauhilah segala cacat cela, segala niat buruk, segala hasutan syaitan, segala ciri kejahatan dan segala kemungkinan keburukan dari isteriku. Jika takdirMu tertulis bala akan tertimpa dirinya, bawalah segala malang itu kepadaku, agar dirinya sentiasa terpelihara. Amin.

Aku nak balik!!!