Rudy Yuan’s Streak oF BluE

As some of you might know, I work at an oil service company.

Like right now, we are working on giving the best “service” we could give to a company who hires us to do drilling somewhere on Seram Island (You would not be able to find the place on a map unless I gave you a coordinate and assuming you know how to use the coordinate, which I doubt you could, considering you are dumb enough to read my blog. wahahahah).

Beside preparing and servicing the tools needed for our job, we sometimes have to do extra services to make everybody happy and keep them smiling, thus helps make our job run smoother and more pleasant. Like this one.

happy faces (tool pusher in red and crews in... other colors :P)

You can notice the wide smile on some faces, which means they’re really real happy with our service! All you have to do just yell: “ayo foto ayo foto” on the rig floor, and people from every corner of the floor will be in hurry to gather round, complete with the best expression they could muster.

The tool pusher… (kind of the boss on site, the one with red coverall; take a look…!

[I said red, did you look at the right color??? or did you look at the blue one because I made the color of the text blue?? It should tell you whether you are in the dumb side category or in slightly-better-than-the-dumb side; like i said, you could never go to the smart side at the time you read my blog])

… was happy to find out it was effective to attract crews who had avoided work by hiding behind the machinery or among the many tools (no lah, they were all hardworking guys, unlike you couch-monkey so having leisure time to readthis blog). Some even washed their face and got on make-up before making appearance (okay, this is, of course, not true. heaheahe).

And FYI, it was night-shift crews. They usually never look that happy. But see how a shot could make their face all shiny and make them ready to go to war for you. Well, in this case, help us do some extra works.. hehe

Being in a servicing side also means we could hope for the least in being serviced. I mean, we can never really wish there would be spring bed provided for us. A good thick mattress would be a bless already.

But it is often not a bless, like what fell on us… only a thin mattress with softness which equaled that of a piece of wood at our disposal…

he says: "all my bones seem to be dislocated bacause of the damn hard bed"

That was a common expression you’d find people giving in the morning after a not-so-fulfilling-and-includes-night-long-rolling-and-shifting sleep. This engineeer/friend colleague (haha, of course he’s my friend!) claimed that he had somewhat the weird same dream of being lost in a busway shelter twice! (I did hear him making noises during the night… *grasak grusuk*). The bed was the culprit, he blamed. Look at his miserable face, you could wish for a massage ordered for him… Umm, my psychologically-enhanced mind blamed the bed AND the dullness of life here that caused this pained expression.. what a pitiful state of mind

NEWS FLASH: (Crap, I’ve just got the news there might be a postpone for us to be sent back to town. It would put a hell worse expression to this engineer’s face. I’ll update.. hahahah)

Humm, I might as well tell you the incident afterwards.

We were locked inside our trailer! Somehow we lost the button key to open the door. We usually never locked it, but that morning someone locked it from outside (that bastard probably wanted to see if we would turn ourselves into homo orgy party sex insanity maniacs [whatever] if we were held long enough inside).

Funny, my friend’s bladder was such coincidentally overflowed with pee (is pee orangy or yellowy??) and he needed desperately to go to the toilet. Somehow he got a brilliant idea of escaping through the window. I told him it was crazy since he could just simply wait for his turn to use the bathroom we had inside.

Nevertheless his bladder seemed to convince him that escaping through the window was the better logical choice. But as he was ready to jump out of it, he was scared to see the *fuzzy* grassy muddy *fuzzy* landing. So there he hang in the opening gap of the window, making consideration to whether jump or go back in, with his hands on the frame and his feet against the sill, posing in a position like a monkey pooing while hanging from a tree branch… (I had never seen a monkey poo, but it’s all I could relate..) I had tried to grab the camera, but unfortunately I wasn’t fast enough, damn… It was a hell of monkey show! 

Anyway, bed quality isn’t the only shit we can least hope for. We must never imagine there would be a limousine ready to pick us. 

morning ride with the wind on my hair...

A bumpy dusty ride behind a truck, covered only with blue plastic tent, was a refreshing ride, indeed! Open green scenery, white dusty road, hard bottom and back seating… Look how happy I was! Happy-yay-ee-yay… (I gotta get to the hairdresser when I get home)

Last but not least, we must never dream of being provided nice food! A key of survival to the food at rig is to be thankful for everything as what it is.

‘God, thanks for the ikan teri and perkedel, it’s still better than the meatless chicken bone they gave us yesterday. And it was also a wisely revelation to us that there really exists a menu called meatless beside boneless chicken…’

or

‘God, thanks, you made us notice the small worms among our vegetables before we eat it, or we would have had stomachache afterwards..’

or

‘God, thanks for the catering forgetting to send our meal today because it’s your way to keep me in shape… I know my stomach has begun to bulge… thanks for sparing me to have to go to the gym and waste my money..’ and so on…

Or you could be creative in your own way, like another friend of mine.

frying (scrambled?) egg inside the unit. the sausages are ready in the bowl on the left

Yeap, Memasak While Drilling is our new job desc. A scrambled egg, several pieces of sausages, and beef jerky; you would survive the day… Look how skillful my friend scrambled the eggs I hardly be unable to contain my saliva from drooping. And don’t mind the dusty floor, a little additional flavor wouldn’t kill, right?

And don’t think we’re so remote from civilization that we’re so not sophisticated. We were fully, and I think, better equipped than some of you. Look!

complete set of freezer and microwave...!

Yep, we were ready to survive! Grab some milk, or juice, and made some food, we were ready to give the best service we could give in one of the remotest places in my history of traveling!

Hm, maybe we would upgrade some time in the future with a plasma TV (there was a space on the front wall to put it…) and a WII console… nice idea!

As some of you might know, I am right now working on Seram Island (again) (or it is probably more like ‘idling’ than ‘working’ as I can still write this thing!) .

This rig I am working at right now is the same as the previous one when I first came here, of which name is GreatWall-93 (yeap, it’s Chinese rig).

Just like usual when I was assigned to day-shift, I woke up early in the morning (0530 Eastern Indonesia time, when you people in Jakarta would surely still be sleeping sound, or probably sounding like snoring pig, or maybe scratching your balls something… LOL), then took a bath, drank a glass of milk, and I was ready to fight for the day to come.

The camp where I lived was located some 1 km away from the rig.

When I reached the outer side of the camp I didn’t notice any transportation trucks available today (these trucks usually carried crews from and to the rig). But the air was so crisp that morning that I couldn’t stand the urge to walk the mile. So I did!

The sky was not as blue as the day before, a sign of eminent downpour in later hours… But the cloud was not that dark too. A good sign. We would most likely have chilly cloudy day today.. (not that it mattered, since we would huddle inside our trailer unit anyway, with the AC blowing, would it be sun or storm outside).

It was not some hundred meters away from the rig that I noticed its scenery. A blend of nature and industrialization. hehe. A rig, of course, is not industralization. So let’s say, nature and machinery.hehe

stand tall, stand proud!

Hm, I had hoped there was a hint of sun glow on the cloud, to give it orangy puffy color. But I am not God and this was good enough to bubble up my spirit for the day’s boreness, I guess. And I had darken the light to let the trees and rig fall into dark shadows. But it didn’t give the effect I wanted. haha, not good at photography!

The rig might cause me more work later I probably didn’t look forward to, but meanwhile, just let it be the optimism I needed. A hint of happiness and refreshing scenery would probably just be the right ingredients for smooth sailing of my day. For you who are stuck with unpleasant work, look for your own optimism and cheer up!

PS:

I got another photo of this rig with a hint of rainbow and orangy puff. Try here!

Hm, the photos might be brighter, sharper, and surely look better if I had taken them with SLR (anyone wants to donate? hhehe). I only used my pocket Digital Sony Camera (hence short for DSC, i guess, which was used as the file name for many sony-cam captured photos) for these, so let them out of quality judgement. hehehe.

Enjoy your day.

Little more PS: somebody is having birthday today. Wish you happy birthday, Meg (hey this is special edition loh haha)!

Yesterday was Sept 10! It was exactly one year for me working with my current company. The time sure passes that quick. And I think there’s a hole in my bank account somewhere too, for where was all the money I’ve earned!!?! *Sigh* I am a good spender!

Anyway, that is not the topic. I’m trying to make this post short (which sounds like a joke).

So that day I was having an appointment with Petra again (since she was the only friend left here who didn’t have anything to do on workdays, like me). As usual, I was taking the Busway from SMK57, got off in Dukuh Atas 2, walked through the crossing bridge to change corridor, and soon found myself soaking wet with sweat in Dukuh Atas 1 (sweat on my body was making me sexy..)

That was when I saw the commotion.

A bus was stopping, its door open. It was the bus bound for Kota (not the way I was going, thankfully). Some crowd had huddled at the door. The bus was crowded, like usual, but the passengers who wanted to go out were not hurrying as usual. I thought it was just the usual occasion where passengers wanted to cheat by get into the bus through the exit door, which explained the three or four uniformed guards standing near there (maybe they were exercising some kind of punishment to the offender, I thought).

But then I saw some people’s bags were being searched. And soon a guard with the only brown uniform (the color surely indicated a higher rank than the usual red-orange Busway officer), shouted to the passenger, something like “Awas ya lo copet, bodo lo kira bisa nyopet seenak emak lo di busway. Bego lo, awas ga bakal selamat kalo ketangkep ntar!” (actually it might have involved some words in animal kingdom or satan-kingdom) . He made his sound very mad (which was so arrogantly police-like).

Okay, someone apparently lost his belonging.

Some passengers were held off for their belongings being searched

I took my camera and quickly snapped it as my bus approaching. Nobody said “cheese” though..

Hm, crime started to crawl into Busway these days. The tight space among passengers inside the bus surely helped. You could easily exercise sexual harassment, like pressing your groin into others’ butts, which I like to do which I had read in a forum happened quite often in Corridor I.

Or on the contrary, you could be granted some luck as a PRETTY GIRL (or boy, depends on your preference lah…) pressed their body (oh yeah, mama come to me) against yours involuntarily OR voluntarily, or, BETTER still, having a FAT UGLY INTOLERANT bitch pressing their sweaty pimpy face on your chest, making strange sounds…. and the smell….. NO it’s not happening to meeee, just a friend (hahaha).

I didn’t know the end of the story here, gotta get into the coming bus. Someone saw this yet on detik.com? Maybe there’s some mentioning (that web had gotten weird news even from kampoeng-kampoeng, how did they do that?? Maybe the advertisement from XL had anything to do with it, since it had the phony ‘Jangkauan Luas‘ tag [and I lost my XL signal all the time in the field]).

But whatever small enough to be put inside a bag they searched, would probably be lost already. The thief could have thrown it away to save his own ass, or better and more exotic still, kept the thing safe inside HER panty, tightly pressed against HER …. dirty thing (hahahah a little imagination won’t kill. You want me to type “under HIS underwear” instead ah?).

Be careful to keep your things in the Busway! Especially if you like somebody pressing or massaging your butt, it may be a lusty version of thievery. Just visit the massage++ centre lah.

I had known for a long time that I could stay inside my house for a long time. I am used to solitude and kinda like it. It gives me the freedom to do what I like and how I like it (I’m on top or maybe do it sideways… whatever I like. NAUGHTY! I’m not talking sex position!)

Of course I enjoy seeing friends too, since I can poke them anytime I like when they are around (Poking them through Facebook never gives me the satisfaction… poke poke). And of course there is always the gossip part.

Anyhow, I developed a theory that the longer one stays in the house, the more eccentric his behavior becomes. Here are some examples.

I stayed in my room the entire Sunday (again!?) (which also implicitly tells that I miss the church (again!?)). I didn’t wake up late though. I turned the laptop on, checked on new messages, logged into the messenger (replied some messages from my fans), put a vague status, and went to sleep again (while ignoring some persistent incoming fans’ messages - sorry fans…). Geez, it felt good to re-sleep (there’s no such word in English Dictionary, try my own creation dictionary).

The sleep didn’t last long, something felt not right, almost like guilt. I woke up and found myself staring at the laptop (what a beautiful laptop a Vaio is). And then I did something amazing: I took a bath! On other circumstances, when I hadn’t had any plan to go out, I would usually take the bath much more later. Today’s gonna be special for my doing that, I thought.

But I was wrong. Right after I took the bath, the heat started to attack. And the peaceful mind of mine that had given rise to my desire to be clean that day just simply vanished. So it’s better to be a little bit lazy somehow, right?

I did something abnormally innovative though. I took out my camera, and started taking shots of myself, trying on several face expressions and body languages (what the heck?). I concluded that I looked best when I was acting it cool. Too much laugh would stretch my eyes thin (barely visible!) and too serious would make me look old. Just a hint of sly smile was the right ingredient. I’m thinking of submitting it to the modeling agency. LOL. R u kiddin me!?

Several results of that photo session had landed on several places: on my Friendster profile, on the YM’s Photo Sharing feature with my friends (plural, noted, all girls… and some boys.. hahaha), on the YM’s display image, and… on some webs with parental control access (LOL). Well, the shot took quite a while, but sorting them and editing them took much longer. Although I was not that professional in this kind of thing, I was quite satisfied with the result (how not whenever a narcissistic looks at himself?? come on, you do too, right!?). If you had different opinions about them, keep it to yourself and lock it away, this is not democratic blog. Hhahaha.

Of course this was not that weird compared to an experience of a friend. (This story is PG-rated and had been certified by Ditto Prabowo’s gossiping community) One of my friend, say M (not the true initial), was so lazy to go out of his room that he decided it was more convenient to pee in a bottle and put it in the room behind the door (maybe on the thought that he might forget to throw it away). Later, unfortunately, the chief circulator of gossip came into his room and was, not surprisingly, thristy. He almost mistook the brown liquid or urine for green tea! And thus that was how the story went circulating in the mailing list of our university batch.

Weird things not only happen if you stay too long inside. It could start right not long after you entered certain places. Well, it was not strange if weird things happened once every while, but what if it happened EVERYtime you got into THE place. Take the car of a friend of ours.

There was nothing weird with the car. Small city car with metalic color and (don’t remember how many) mini-statues of Doraemon on the dashboard. Put in the right ingredients of people (I think ‘T’ should be present, ‘R’ was a pleasant option [<- definitely the other 'R', not me, guys!], and the owner himself), soon enough they would readily start conversing about the world of ’sex education’. Position of the seat doesn’t matter as long as ‘T’ got the direct blow of the air conditioner (which was pretty everywhere on the seats! He would start getting cold and blurt something worth scandalizing or scandalized). Last time they discussed some insightful knowledge such as 5000 rupiah service by Lawang occupiers or horny Shutter-like lady ghost who haunted the car, waiting the owner to stick his tongue out and started oral (PG-rated), among many things else.

This had also provided us The Ditto Prabowo gossiping comunity award winning scandal, which was the shocking revelation that ‘T’ had actually had an experience of certain pleasure in certain pleasuring place (I couldn’t put it more vague than this!!), which, like I told you, was extracted by several minutes of cold-AC-blowing to him (though I got this only from the chief circulator of gossip himself, not directly..). This put the mailing list member into havoc for a while…

Let’s switch to a more children-friendly topic, alright!?

Weird things do exist in the Busway though. (Busway was the current Jakarta’s only systematic bus transport service).

The earliest weird Busway experience for me is the swinging man incident.

A thin man was standing in the alley of the bus right in front of where I sat. You know how (especially Asian) busdriver drove, right. They braked and accelerated unforgivingly. This man, with each hand holding a handle on the left and right side, magically danced along with the braking and accelerating of the bus. Since the brake and acceleration happened quite often, he would swing his body backward, arching his body like a rubber, then sway forward, then took several small quick steps back and forth, moved and waved his body back and forth, like the man had no power to stand still on his feet and keep his body rigid. He was practically dancing to the rhythm of the bus. It was deeply abnormal for him to move like that in the bus and damn making me welled with laughter. How often do you see man “dancing” in the bus??

But I tried to suppress my laughter, so did my friend who sat beside me, until I caught a look from a girl across my seat. We just looked at each other, and somehow understood each other, and almost simultaneously bursted the laugh we had been suppressing. I was more reserved (cool, remember?) by turning my head sideways to hide the laugh. The girl, on the other hand, laughed uncontrollably to her mother arm. I avoided her glance afterwards to suppress more laugh, but how could I, when the man kept swaying along the way? And geez, the girl was kind of cute..

Nothing happened though. Her mother kept asking his girl why she laughed so hard and I kept noticing she took a peep on me (hahah, not again,,, after previous blog???)

*SIGH* I’ve typed enough. I still need to do something else!! So happy digging through the rubbish!