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.:渴望 真理部落格@Blogger who is seeking the truth:. We're preached to be honest, but are we ready for the real truth? Ask yourself. 81's converted Christian, an Asian living in Malaysia and find myself enjoying doing strange things, asking silly questions and walk through working life conning people. Currently reading:1. The Bible 2. Heavenly Man - Paul Hattaway and Yun 3. The Chronoclies Of Narnia - C.S. Lewis 4. Genesis II - Paul Adam 5. The Screwtape Letters - C.S. Lewis Desperately Want To Read:1. To Tell The Truth - Charles Robert Jenkins 2. Pyongyang: A Journey In North Korea Who links to me?
|  | Supposed to be dispatched to platform to celebrate Raya, however, things came in between and received invitation from Michelle to stroll around Putrajaya. |
| | Date: 16 - 21 September 2008
Locations: KL - Chukai, Kemaman, Terengganu - Kerteh, Terengganu - Awana Kijal, Terengganu - Kuantan, Pahang (lost my way there) - Cherating, Terengganu - Chukai, Kemaman, Terengganu - Kerteh Airport (a.k.a. Helipad) - Resak Gas Platform (100km away from shore) - Kerteh Airport (a.k.a. Helipad) - Awana Kijal, Terengganu - KL
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As you all know, I went through the BOSET-R trainings and now I and another team mate were scheduled to be dispatched to this offshore platform R*e*sak to carry out some missions.
After lots of ups and downs, emails, phone calls, hiccups and went through all the long internal processes. Finally I can go, however, my colleague was bailed out (after he got the class-A Offshore Safety Passport, indeed it's a total wastage!)
Drove down from KL instead of taking flight, I don't want myself to be a wet blanket to others and I don't want to lost my 'legs' to move around. The entire journey was fun when it's still dark around 0430 and reached Chukai town for breakfast before proceed to customer meeting. Broke fast with them and dazed down to Chukai again for the stuffed crabs and chilled beers!
One day before my departure, I was a little nervous and restless.
After my breakfast, I drove down to the nearest town, Kuantan (which I don't know it's actually located in another state!) had lunch over there and came back empty handed since it's another ... interesting town. :D
On my way back, stopped by as many beaches as possible and went for dinner again in Chukai (yes, again!). Had a whole steamed fish and vegetable for myself and flushed them down with another can of Tiger (yes, again!).
Had a discontinued sleep and woke up at 0450 to prepare myself. In my coverall, boots and geared up, then head to the private airport - Kerteh Airport.
Checking in for helicopter is exactly the same procedure for commercial airline. You go to the front desk, show your ID (for this case, we need to show our safety passport, they recorded down how frequent you go offshore), weight your luggage, check in luggage, go through the security check for fire arms, drugs, pornos and others illegal stuffs.
The slight difference here would be:
1) The boarding pass is not as 'class' as the commercial flight.
2) Coverall is mandatory.
3) It's not a leisure ride so weight is an issue.
Someone told me, the entire trip going offshore is risky and the highest of it all would be taking the chopper. This machine might drop anytime, even when you're about to take off and landing. However, I landed safely.
Immediately reporting to the Super Attendant of the platform, hey, he is the boss there okie? Then proceed to meet up with the Operation Supervisor, the second man onboard... and almost immediately started my archeology work, digging up all the old blueprints of engineering designs, work books and manuals.
The second day already I managed to finish 80% of the works and was writing the report around evening, when the alarm system broke off giving first level alarm, signaling there's a fire/gas leakage alarm. My previous trainings proved to be useful. Proceed to the muster station, grabbed the life jacket and did the needy and waited there for everyone to come by.
While looking at my designated lifeboat, "Yes, can go back earlier!" but suddenly, when I saw the Emergency Respond Team guys with their fully arm fire retardant coat and fire extinguishers in hand ... "Shit, the platform is 100km away from the shore!" It might take days before we gonna be spotted by the rescue team! I might get blown up sky high too! Freak!
The things went under control and we're dismissed. That's all for my little excitement over there.
Had "Sepet" over the Astro there for my own little little 'farewell' before leaving Res*ak.
Came back on land on the 20th and reached KL safely on 21st.
Few conclusions:
1) We're being fed by wrong info about living offshore platform; the foods are wonderful (see my photos), the living quality is well maintained, the guys are friendly generally but they're a little bit too tensed.
2) Offshore platform is not fun and it's not a theme park! Meaning to say, if you're fragile, sensitive, slow, easy to get mad, personal and emotional, you might as well work in my company instead of this place. Soft guy(s) well, you can try.
3) Risk, always be careful and follow instructions.
4) Liv Tayler cannot be found there!
Back to land and notice few things haven't change:
1) The government.
2) The bosses who still jump on petty little painless things.
3) Menara T*M never crack, never go bankrupt when I was not around.
4) The bosses still get excited over pathetic little things, STILL!
And I think my bosses are very suitable to work there. Seriously. |
| | Here you go... |
WHAT: BOSET-R; Basic Offshore Survival Escape Training
WHERE: CONSIST Center, Hulu Kelang (Somewhere near the Zoo Negara lah!)
WHEN: 25 – 28 August 2008
WHY: I wanna become Jackie Chan! Well, it’s for some dramas actually, namely – “I Can Do It.” “I Valued My Customer Part 10001” “I am a Good Leader” yeah, you know I know.
HOW: Combination of various courses; practical and theory on skills, knowledge needed for personal dealing with oil & gas companies, i.e. firefighting, CPR, sea survival, escape from submerging helicopter and etc. So, let it be mopping floor or ass-kissing, as long as you need to step your feet on offshore platforms, you need to attend this course.
One year and one month ago, I conveyed the message to my GM that I wanted to go for this training, else, it would be super vague whenever the management mentioned they want to conquer all the offshore communication – it’s on paper and on lips without on ground knowledge on the what the fish they’re talking about. After the long wait, few of us were selected to attend this training.
First day, it was fun to know personally about my classmates; they’re from all walks of life – technician, chemist, plumber, engineer, civil engineer, safety officer, consultant and not forgetting the salesman like me!
“Why? T*M also going offshore?” they’re shocked.
Followed by in-class lectures on offshore survivals, and we were bombarded with loads of explosion, crashes and hazards happened offshore. Honestly, this was the moment, I sat back and reassess either I should really step my feet on offshore platform. I was traumatized.
Then, the pool session to learn about floating, breathing, flowing and etc about seas survival, which I loved the most, I can swim mah!
But it was quite challenging especially for those drylanders.
People got their noses filled with water, drank some nice chlorined water…
Then, we proceed to a deeper pool, 30ft! And we’re required to jump off the platforms; both at the height of 5 and 10ft. And someone stuck there. (He MIA-ed for the morning session)
Day 2 was the scariest day, all of us known that we gonna go through the HUET! Helicopter Underwater Escape Training. Some might heard of that, and some might hear scary stories about it; washing machine, nose and ears were gushed with water and etc.
HUET in CONSIST is actually consist of 5 tests (and some places might have more or less tests, it depends)
1) Escape from a submerged cockpit, without any life saving apparatus i.e. no life jacket.
2) Escape from an OVERTURNED submerged cockpit, without any life saving apparatus.
3) Escape from a submerged cockpit, with any life saving apparatus.
4) Escape from an overturned submerged cockpit, with any life saving apparatus.
5) Escape from an overturned submerged cockpit, with malfunctioned escape window/door (mean you got to break the door and window lah!) with life saving apparatus.
Challenging and I was nervous for the first one, I was the first team to go into this, drank some water and I started to enjoy the following tests. It was fun! And I won’t mind redo-ing it every year!
Third day, I got to admit I was physically drained up and I lost my way inside the dark room. Luckily I got a very good team with me and managed to find the way out. Fire fighting was fun. (It is fun when you know it’s actually a drill but I will not ask for it when it comes to real life!)
Lastly, going on a helicopter and going offshore are not cool. It’s risky.
Been there, done that!
P/s: my dearest company doesn’t make the payment, so, my license/cert was held (ransom)… by the Training Center. Yogatta B. Kidding. Forkyoh!
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 Eh HELLO!!!! I like girl... let it be singular or plural! But Nick Lim The Geek! Sing with me in the bathroom? I rather date LLL! Nick! I gonna kick your place-that-Sun-doesn't-shine! Friday, Friedday!
| | Divisional wide team building.
Location: Casa Rachado (or something sounded like that), Port Dickson
Date: 19-20 July 2008
Enjoy the photos...
HIT = High Impact championship Team
*High Impact not enough, need to emphasis on CHAMPIONSHIP some more*
For those M*NS colleagues who accidentally found this, sorry, I got more than 500 shots and it's not fair if you expect me to upload ALL of your faces here.
I only upload those which I like cause it's MY BLOG. :P Kakaka. |
I am summoned scheduled to meet with the GCEO soon, then lots of emails were flying around. From the GM and amongst the colleagues... Telling the selected ones to behave themselves and etc. Oh. It's confirmed not THE good news as I wish (or as I dream), but merely another tea session with the GCEO, for him to know the staffs better. So in lieu with that, there are forms to be filled up. Something like exam tips for the GCEO to prepare himself for our questions, okie, filled in mine and finally, the last question in the questionnaire... "If there is a word to describe yourself, what would that be?" Taken a back, sank back into my seat and paused for sometimes. What should I be writing here? "Hey, Nyonya, if there a word describing me, what say you?"She seemed surprised and I told her about the questionnaire. "Hey, great, it's a bonus!" "What bonus?" She explained and I couldn't understand her lingo. "This would be question usually people ask when they are down." "Is it? So?" "Send out SMS to ask your friends and see what they reply." "Doesn't it gonna sound like suicidal note?" And finally, some of my contacts got my SMS. And... Some of them really... Well enjoy the snaps...  Thomas is my ex-roomie and ... His respond ... *Shake head* Zul is my colleague and somehow, I shed a few tears laughing my head out. DUH... It's good sometimes to ask opinion from people you dislike... and you might get some surprise... Helpful.  Someone just forget that I am no longer attached with THE ISP anymore...  Clement thinks I am eccentric, I am fine with that. If you're wondering what on earth a jiko means, well, that's the last thing you wish you can achieve while you're alive. It's another realm of life, when you receive enough enlightenment from above and basically you're just one step away from the center of the universe! Ok, I lied. Jiko simply refers to male pig. Hey, have you guys seen the scrotum of a REAL male pig? So watch out, I got huge balls! Michelle, the cow girl if you guys remember her. Talking about BALLS... well, I was kinda surprise when some of them commenting on my ... well... desire.     Am I so ... skewed minded? Hey, it's normal right for a guy like me? When people said I am an apek, old folk in Malaysia lingo, do they really mean that I am old?    Someone even said I always full of ideas... Wondering are those good ones? Bad ones? Or... Of all the SMS I got, I like the one from Nik the most. Nik was my ex colleague last time and we beaten up each other nicely. But hey, through these, we became friends!  Cayalah Nik! Must treat him a nice meal for that! Even my ex-manager also gave not-serious comment like "Horny Young Man!" but really dude, I feel your sincerity! And did I said, the SMS sounded a little bit like suicidal note? Darling Jackie gave me a call all the way from Redang, "Dear, are you alright?", she called me after her dive! *Imagining Jackie Darling in her tight diving suit, the sweat and sea water dripping off her short hair, flowing down her fair (soon to be tanned anyway) skin... NOSE BLEEDING cannot go on else... it would be very graphical* Jackie is such a sweet girl. And she said I am such an adorable guy! Yahoo!  Some really loveeeeee to gossip. Pardon my classmate. And the best of all...  MOM~! Where's my passport? MOOOOOOM! I need to zhaolou! AirAsia HELP!!!! Who wanna know this girl? Come come come. Indeed, it's such a funny way to start your Monday, especially with all these nonsense comments on you. Maybe a spade calling another spade a spade. Maybe because I am such a guy with so much nonsense so they gave me nonsense comments? So, last last, I penned it down in that column - Wacky!
| | The CLS gang tried to have another round of gathering and after some hiccups (as usual), we met at this place, Bruno's Cafe & Restaurant located at the ground floor, Jaya33. (Please lah, go google if you don't have any idea what the heck I am talking about.)
Got this place from some hotshot blogger and actually it's the NAME! which attracted me.
THE VERDICTS:
Plus points
1) Superb pork serving, especially the Grilled Pork.
2) Nice selection of house wine. Shiraz available!
3) Relatively nice ambiance, though it's just beside the roadside but heck, quite windy.
4) Standard pricing for fusion style of cuisine.
5) Can get foie gras, but never try it, I think I am quite lucky for not ordering it.
Downsides
1) Other than Grilled Pork, the rest of the dishes would be plainly normal. Ribeye was not that delicious. Beer-battered F&C, no feel. Caeser Bruno's Salad, not fresh, remarks from a pure vegetarian, how about that? Siew Yoke?
2) Was approached by the Manager, thinking I was trying to steal their menu by snapping the photos... *mumble* and I voluntarily deleted all the photos.
3) I was standing outside the restaurant, before my gang arrived, about 3 minutes . No one approached me... Very busy hor?
4) I don't like the table and chair... very hard lah. Sit until backside pain2.
Will I return? NO. |
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| | Not free to write story :P |
Prologue:-
I just hope that the girls are not that smart enough to google up my name and landed here.
Sometimes, I wonder, why the girls (especially the chun chun ones) will think of me when they're in deepest shit of all. Is it because of my name? My appearance or whatever, or simply boiled down to a simple word - fate?
I had many experiences saving female(s) out of the misery and yet, I am not the someone with shinning armor riding on a white horse!
22 May 2008
I was on leaves since 21 May to prepare for my mid term. My last subject and I don't want to screw it up with my tak-apa attitude. Shorter note, I am damn serious.
22 May 2008 - 7.45pm
The class paused to give way to our dinner break.
Walked to FOM building from FOE building to pick up my paid-for-dinner pack and was looking around for empty seat to feast on my dinner.
A malay girl waved at me, whom I don't even know her, she signalled that I should join her.
I am not being perasan syiok sendiri here, but the signal was crystal clear okie?
Placed my butt on the chair and kicked off the conversation by asking, "Are you working with this car manufacturer?" I saw her lanyard.
"How you know that?" and only then, after few minutes, she noticed how I gathered the information.
So, we broke the ice and quite standard conversation on how I appreciate her company's approaches on selling cars and etc.
She is very young (damn, I am old!), bubbling, long straight hair, petite, small frame with the right fatty tissues at the right place. (I shall stop elaborating on this, else, it gonna become VERY graphical)
And then before I left the table, I just passed her my business card.
22 May 2008 - 8.15pm
My mid term exam started.
I wrote down whatever facts I know about the questions.
I drawn down whatever diagrams needed.
I fried as much as I could.
22 May 2008 - 9.32pm
My silent mode celly screen shown an incoming call from an unregistered number.
"Who the hell is this? Trying to bug me in the middle of the exam?" followed with curses which I censored out.
At this moment, literally, my brain was drained out with limited outputs, hence, I made my way to the lecturer's desk and submitted my answer sheets. Packed my stuffs and adjourned out from the class.
22 May 2008 - 9.44pm
That number called in again.
"I don't know how to address you, but I am Putri, the girl talked with you just now."
"Uh huh, what happen?" I noticed her voice, a little bit frighten, mixed up with a little bit of desperation.
"I got flatten tyre!" and she told me about her where-about.
"I think I know where you're." sometimes, some people joked that I got GPS system installed in my brain.
"You come and help me yah, okie?"
After made sure this lady parked her car by the roadside, locked her doors and turned on the hazzard lights, I made my way to the car park and dashed out from the campus.
While driving, I was thinking, damn, I didn't ask her plate number!
Whatever.
22 May 2008 - 10.00pm
Got another call, while driving to the spot.
"Hey Tang, Shita from LieTech, you're going to assist Putri right?"
Huh? How on earth this nothing-to-do-with-me girl know about this? She is just merely some business partner for my company, whom I met few times (less than five) for some no-big-deal-event.
"Huh?"
"I know her, she said she knows you, I am right now at ..." giving her excuses for not being able to help Putri out and passed the burden to me.
"Oh. I saw her car already." while slowing down the car and parked infront of her car.
22 May 2008 - 10.02pm
An SMS came in. Telling me she missed the pool table.
Walked nearer to the car and noticed, damn, the plate is registered in Kelantan, and it's a beautiful numbers.
Another "Damn!" came to my mind when I saw her tyres! They're on sport rims!
But, with her car, if not without sport rims, it would be a hell of ugly luxury car.
A little bit of conversation took place, just to make sure she is not in her panic mode.
Pulled out the spare tyre and tool box and started to roll my sleeves on it.
"You're from Kelantan?"
"No, but my mom is."
"Oh, my god mom is from Kelantan, same goes with my ex-girlfriend." proudly I told her.
"Melayu ah?" she shown me the bewildered look.
"No! A chinese lah." why whenever people hear that my ex from Kelantan, they would think that she would be a malay? Somehow , I didn't spilled ALL the beans.
"Is it? My boyfriend is a pure Kelantanese! From KB."
"Oh really?" while jacking up the car and untighten the nuts, we stroke a few conversation lines. "But, for me, personally, I think Kelantaneses are quite cool, I know this girl, who I go out with, from Kelantan also..." then I told her about my experience with the Kelantanese and the myth about SKMK.
"Hey, I know why you like Kelantanese, you like budu ya?"
"Yeah, hell ya! Hahaha...."
"Your tyre seems alright," I made two-rounds of checking on the tyre surface and found no nails or puncture.
"Wait, look at the cap! Someone placed little rocks into your cap! And the air leaked out slowly."
After some pulling, tightening, while I was tightening the nuts, her boyfriends arrived to the rescue with two more sidekicks. Wow, another super beautiful plate numbers from Kelantan!
Made my report to that dude, passed the baton to him and his trusty sidekicks and I made my way to my car.
Made my call to the girl whom missed the pool table and dashed back home.
Conclusion:
I don't know what kind of luck I am in, but, thank God I can become a blessing (emergency rescuer more like it anyhow) to others.
And suddenly, someone's acclaimation came across my mind, "How come you know all the hospitals where about one?"
22 May 2008 - 11.42pm
I presumed Putri the Princess reached home safely when I got a thank you note from her.
"Why people wanna saboj me?"
"Maybe you never fetch someone out to lunch with your car?"
| | Dear all, I know you guys know which company I work for, but DO NOT mention my company name (to prevent people land into my blog via google search) please understand my concern on privacy and etc.
Date:
Location: PICC, Putrajaya
Theme: BLUEEEE
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| | Disclaimer:- Haven't really finish uploading ALL the photos. Please be kind and patient, I got much more important things to do than uploading your faces for your self adoration!
Supposed to be a gathering and then turned out to become a pre-birthday (not forgetting another post-birthday) celebrations for a pair of love birds.
Venue, time and participants were determined and highly recommended by the organizer, the love birds couple.
It's a japanese buffet, means you pay certain amount of moolah and whack the foods as you wish, just don't waste the foods.
For Umai-Ya, you got to order the foods (not from the normal menu) and wait (for some time) before you're served. Hence, I would recommend people to make the massive first order shamelessly.
Very fine, fresh and delicious the foods and flushed them down a the chilled Tiger beer during a hot Saturday, the verdict? Awesome.
That day, basically it's a zoo in our suite.
"Here, here, here..." when the foods arrived at our doorstep, you can hear someone shouting the same line. All of us were hungry.
Most of us were happy with the foods, praising the freshness and appearance of the foods, other than ONE soul, Mr. Cinapek, who still think Sushi King serves the best sushi... *Smack forehead* |
| | How to start this? Hmmm...
Okie, it's about MAKAN (eat in BM)...
I was being invited to this lunch organized by the Ms. JacQ along with her colleagues (and I think her boss was there too, wow) and her friends.
She cooked... *count fingers* 6 dishes excluding the rice (her rice also special, you know), not forgetting whole lot of cookies/cakes...
Good right?
Photos from Sherrie's camera are here. |
| | Uncle Chen got his 3rd kid and here she is, Ah Ya!
Snapped her when she woke up from her sleep at grandpa house.
She is such an adorable baby whereby she would look at you and then scream!
Sad thing, I only can see her once a year...
Snapped her using Nikon D70s, Panasonic Lumix FX33 and Sony W55. |
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