Of people coming & leaving

As of now, my dearest TOILETMATE, DOG and one pakistani had left the rig! YESH!!!!

my current toiletmate is back to a female. Stranger. Yet to find out her name.

Let me go on regarding my toiletmate. He is seriously f***ed up lah... this morning, he left me a "farewell" note in the toilet. He urined all over the toilet bowl and left stains there. *sigh* I hate him.

Together with the top 3 occupiers of my hate list (there's one more pakistani left though), my favourite chef is leaving the rig for good. Ya! I love to peep at him during my afternoon tea breaks when he cooks. Then he will give me that motherly shoo-off whenever he catch me peeping. hahaha.... I think he's quite cute too! aiya, so sad...

Then I came to this conclusion that people whom I meet on the rig, be it nice or spiteful, are eventually to leave the rig one day and we probably never meet again. It is really a very mobile industry where people literally come and go between the days. I shouldn't have any sort of emotional attachments to people in this industry at all. Like my first mentor Roger Dean, he was a very patient teacher to James and I. But this time it would be his last hitch with Premium Drilling liao... moving on to greener pastures. Then, the pretty-faced chef just left. And on Sunday, it would also be Sylvester's last day with Premium Drilling.

Haii... sianz.....