Month: August 2011

  • Eid Greeting from Rig Yani

    Yes, this year I’m celebrating Eid on the rig while being in charge. It is not as bad as it sounds because there would be ketupat and our favorite cuisines, and we’d do the Eid prayer on the helideck. The galley is decorated with colorful faux ketupat and as a moslem, I’m just as excited as…

  • 8 Years and Counting

    I can’t remember exactly when I  stopped calling myself ‘a blogger’. I’d tell you why, though. Because I used to write about my life for the world, and now, I write about the world for my life. — PS: Another reason. Because I hate the responsibility of being titled as ‘blogger’ to answer such question:…

  • Fall in Love with the Love Itself

    I think we have our own definition of love. On high school, it might be “girl and boy are being young and cute (and stupid) together“, and three years later, we changed our mind and defined it as “finding our own home where we belong.” Growing up then kidnapped us without telling the azimuth until…

  • Between ‘Lives for Working’ and ‘Works for Living’

    This picture was taken from my new friend’s messenger display picture. He’s an engineer for that-blue-oil-and-gas-service-company, spent 2 years in Stavanger, and for sure, internationally well paid. His role (and the whole team) is crucial and staying awake all hours is a part of the job. Now he’s assigned on the drilling rig where I currently work.…

  • 1 8

    You never know how far a year might take you. Or how high. **********************