Another day at the office.

This picture was taken by my oiler when we were doing maintenance on the starboard main engine sea water pump.

I was below the floor plates of the engine room trying to remove a piece of bolt that connects the pump to the gearing mechanism. It was a mess. I came out covered in dirt n grime. I guess its just another day at the office.
Regards,
Redzwan Rustam

Cakerawala

This is the cakerawala oilfield off the coast of kelantan. The sight at sunset is beautiful. Sorry for the low quality picture. Its taken frm my phone. This oilfield is run by petronas.

Seeing this beautiful sunset remind me of my baby liyana.
Regards,
Redzwan Rustam

Shitty day

Its a shitty day yesterday. All gloomy n filled with sadness. Everything doesn't turn out as planned. Its raining all day. Can't blame it on d weather rite? I hope & pray that when the sun rise on monday, I can settle this.

There is something bout nur liyana, she's a wonderful person. That's why I love her so much. I really miss her. I hope that I get to spend my remaining days by her side.

To liyana;
I love u so much. And thank you for loving me back. Wishing that we are together till d end.

our memories when we are in singapore together.. i cant forget that day when she came all the way from subang just to visit me while i'm in drydocking.. just wanna say thank you honey....

All my life
And the hereafter
I've never seen
Seen one like you
You're a knife
Sharp and deadly
And it's me
That you cut into
But I don't mind
In fact I like it
Though I'm terrified
I'm turned on but scared of you

She's a monster
Beautiful monster
Beautiful monster
But I don't mind
And I need her
Said I need her
Beautiful monster
But I don't mind

for you nur liyana

If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.

What can the love in my soul be compared to another wonderful soul which is so far and yet so close of my self?
What can this symbiosis between two souls can be?
What can love be when you feel you cannot sleep at night, that every drop of dew becomes a crystal in your heart, when every breeze of wind has magical meanings?
What can love be when you feel that you want nothing more in this world that to be with the soul you love?
But what can love be in other transcendental realities? What about our souls?
Are our souls a waterfall, a true Niagara or a smile, a flirt of an angel? Are our souls a mere mood of a fairy or a lightening in a summer rain?
Our souls could be all of this and much more. But what really happens in that transcendental reality when we feel we are truly in love, that we love so much that it hurts? That the air in the room is unbreathable, that the sentimental, spiritual or physical distances kill us? What happens when dawn find us sadder than ever, looking for an excuse or an argument for the person we love so much, our Great Love? What are all thses? What are the looks lost in the desert horizons of unfulfilment or those in the eyes that deeply loose each other in the others inside the souls?