Anyway, i've been rahter busy the past couple of days, with a lot of issues to be resolved at work and at home.
K Ruby yesterday wrote about "it's all my fault". True, everyone grow at their own rate and to admit one's mistake actually will take more courage than to do the mistake itself.
Which brings me to anohter subject when we did something wrong.
We Worry.
As long as you are not the insect that will be the small spider's meal...be happy!
One wise man told me before not to be worried about anything in this world. His explaination was simple.
"There are only two things in life a lot of people worry about; things you can change, and things you can't change. For things you can change, why worry? just go change it. For things you can't change, well, why worry again? you can't change them, so, let it be."
I've always been living within that rule. (well apart from a lot of other rules in life, that is. One more favourite rule is" to take a day at a time", but that is anohter post anohter time)
So, advices aplenty, from the day i found out that me and wifey will be parents in 3 trimester to now approaching the end of the second trimester. Advices from people older on how to do things, on how to so called "just listen and never question as thy are wiser" or "don't say anything as you haven't eat as much salt as i did".
Which, then, i recalled, my beloved English Teacher back in RMC, Ms. Goh Hai Bee (she's since left RMc and teaching elsewhere) that told me, amongst her last words to me before i left the institution that "you won't live long enough to learn all the mistakes by yourself, so learn from others' mistake; and laugh at them"
Yes ma'am. Totally understand that. Yes, i've laughed at them. I've laughed at myself.
Coincidently, a family member, make that two, doesn't seems to learn from their own mistakes. I shudder and shiver to think what will happen in years to come. Then again, i do not come from a family that express our love openly.
My mum has a very strange way of telling us that she love us. On a good day, she force feed us. I recall me and my sis being asked to finish our 3 slices of bread filled with Planta about half an inch thick in between the slices before we are allowed to go onto the school bus. The bus uncle (That blasted One Night In Bangkok and obnoxious 80's d-i-s-c-o songs like Superman-man-man and Sexy Music) will cooperate with my mum and wait until we finish before picking us up. So, you get the uncle on one hand shouting for us to finish fast, and our mum which tell us at 6.15am in the morning to finish it or "deal with me" later...
On a bad day, she show us her love by giving us her killer stare and saying "Just you wait until we get home".
and i'll feed you to the monitor lizard in Sungai Melaka...
Nah, neither me or my sis turned out to be abusive because of this. We actually laugh at this now and mum wasn't please...
Nowadays, she just show her love by making sure i get more fish/meat/fruits me and wife could eat for a week whenever we go back to have dinner with her, and occasionally giving me her cold stare when i got involved too much in my weekend races. She claimed it will effect my fertility, sitting too much on those narrow butt cracking seats. But i guess, with 18 more weeks to go before Stupe Junior comes out, i finally gotten the "aye" from her to do all these crazy stuff.
My dad on the other hand, remain as patience of a man he ever been. The Stroke that striked him 2 years back didn't broke any of his spirit to live life. Perhaps, a lil too much at time. With a failed business venture that got us all into big trouble (and selling of the home i grew up in), now, he is like wanting to venture into middle east with some scrupious looking/feeling business deal with people that we do not know of.
Thank goodness what he wanted to be in was my area of specialities. (no, i'm not talking about talking incoherently). I advised him, but again, not sure how he will accept my advice.
Some people just don't learn.
Then, issues at work. An associate company in JB has just been played out by their own workers. Someone resigned and set up his own company, taking away all the key personnel along with him and left the current owner pretty much paralysed with staffs. Why do people do that? Really. Where is the loyalty to someone that has been feeding you and given you equal oppurtunity to grow with them? I guess it's life. Everyone is simply too selfish. There is no righteousness anymore.
Anyway, the same can be said about people that "stab you in the back". I've encountered just too many of these. They don't hurt me anymore, they are more of an annoyance in the butt. But got to be careful with them, as unchecked, they will cause haemorroids to form.
So, basically, what boss and boss' friend told the boss in JB is to cut away the rotting part. It's better to lose a limb and be painful for a while than to let the rot eats up the good flesh inside and ended up having to amputate the whole body. Sad but true. Who isn't loyal, we cut. cut. cut.
Just like trees growing out of building, thou shalt remain loyal and strong to thee provider
Back to work issues.
What happen in JB is not of my concern.
do i looked like i care? Hey look...my hair is growing!!!
My concern lies within the scope of work at my yet-to-be-completed-but-should-be-completed-like-eons-ago job in Melaka. Easy as it sound as it only involve 2 pumping stations and 1 Sewage Treatment Plant. But some service provider has not been giving the proper supply, which incidently also caused some of the equipments supplied to malfunction. It's akin to be giving you 50sen and asking you to buy a pack of Maggi Mee, a can drink and Keep the Change (yes, it happen before, most RMC boys went through this strange peculiar request from seniors). Where can do???
This rancid blackish water is actually not sewage, but river/drain water from Melaka Town vicinity - any cleaner could be used as a state owned jacuzzi!!!
Anyway, most of the problem sorted at site yesterday. Here is some second hand view (first hand is me la!) of the pumping station. You could see what people throw into their houses' toilet!
the rattling sound is because one of the flanges are loose - need commando to enter this pool to tighten the nuts and bolts...
At the sewage treatment plant that i did
makes you wonder how i could still come back home and cook up these delicious looking meal eh?
French bean minus Zidane's headbutt - just a lot of chinese mushrooms and tonnes of garlic and salt for taste
I always felt i have a knack for cooking. Maybe it was inbuilt in me. Maybe i am afterall, my mum's son.
Cod fish, steamed with grated garlic, ginger and ..err...chinese mushrooms finished and added with dash of sesame oil
And so, i went to Tesco (some say it's owned by Jews, but what do i care???) which occasionally priced things wrongly, to get some Rendang, as wifey wanted to eat it. And so, it was one of the most expensive rendang i ever bought. It smelled so good and you could see the meat all mashed up...
RM12 for 300grams, that's almost daylight robbery. No one told me not to buy though...
I know, the last pic looked like something fresh out from the sewage tank. Trust me, it's not. If Singapore could drink their own recycled sewage water, i believe we, as Malaysia Boleh, one day, will be able to eat rendang fresh out from these plants as well. Then, IWK will be making millions and we don't need to pay our sewage fees anymore.
As i was gonna cook the rice, i noticed, much to my annoyance, there were actually worms in the rice. But i know they are harmless. Nothing a quick wash can't get rid of. I was infact smilling when i saw them. It reminded me of RMC, again. We've all eaten worms in rice, yes, fat succulent worms in the rice. We didn't care less back then, i don't see why i should now. But of course, Wifey doesn't know this ok! Thank God i'm the one cooking at home! LOL!!!!
well, eating worms are still safer than sticking your fingers onto those live wires anyday...
Also, yesterday, i was told by one fellow blogger(which i can't name to protect her privacy...) in Livejournal that i'm in this month's Galaxie magazine.
She's not dumb, if she is, she won't be making more money with what she's doing...and don't tell me you've not watch an episode of SIMPLE LIFE!!
I found myself scrambling to the nearest bookstore to look for the magazine. I didn't know that this magazine sells out so fast. I managed to get the last copy at the local mamak store. Sms-ed Azly to get his and he ran to MPH in Bangsar to try to get one but nada...and found one in 7-11 across the street.
There wasn't any article mentioning us specifically...but there it was...me and Bandit, looking great in our yellow Makro RM19.90 cycling jersey cycling on the tandem bike.
The Jokers got more mention in the magazine. Damn.
I know, we looked good in the magazine. Don't need to tell us the obvious.
Also, it also suddenly strike me that i remembered during the race, i had trouble putting on those elbow guard. Well, for one, I do not use elbow guard while i cycle. Neither do i use knee guard. But we had to put it on for safety.
That is why, you will see me and azly, looking funny with the guard on our forearms in the show next week. (now, remember, it's on the 27th July at 9.30pm on TV3)
Me elbow is at me forearms...hear me roar...
This Explorace thingy has sorta make me looked like some chap out to get publicity and glamour. In anohter word, wanting to be celebrity. But me and bandit agree that this will be once in a lifetime chance to appear on national TV and show them we looked good. Well, we tried.
Of course, unless some TV producers or directors see me or him, and we have some high potential to be the next superstar like Paris Hilton...maybe a Malaysian version of Simple Life, aptly called...err...Hidup Senang? Then...that would be different, no?
Then set us out into kampung area like some dumb himbo on a road trip...hehe..sure will bring out the adventure spirit in us...and parangs from the locals.
The last bid is dedicated to both Anna, Ninie and Jaja. Three girls with biceps bigger than most guys i know.
And also, this was the reason why the elbow guard can't fit into my elbow...
blardy puny 15.5inch...i was 17 inch once!
Oh, i can't resist this...
here you are, One Night in Bangkok by Murray Head!!!
The sing song lyric:
THE AMERICAN:
Scene from the music video
Bangkok, Oriental setting
And the city don't know what the city is getting
The creme de la creme of the chess world in a
Show with everything but Yul Brynner
Time flies -- doesn't seem a minute
Since the Tirolean spa had the chess boys in it
All change -- don't you know that when you
Play at this level there's no ordinary venue
It's Iceland -- or the Philippines -- or Hastings -- or --
or this place!
COMPANY:
One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain't free
You'll find a god in every golden cloister
And if you're lucky then the god's a she
I can feel an angel sliding up to me
THE AMERICAN:
One town's very like another
When your head's down over your pieces, brother
COMPANY:
It's a drag, it's a bore, it's really such a pity
To be looking at the board, not looking at the city
THE AMERICAN:
I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine
Whaddya mean? Ya seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town --
COMPANY:
Tea, girls, warm, sweet
Some are set up in the Somerset Maugham suite
THE AMERICAN:
Get Thai'd! You're talking to a tourist
Whose every move's among the purest
I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine
COMPANY:
One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me
THE AMERICAN:
Siam's gonna be the witness
To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness
This grips me more than would a
Muddy old river or reclining Buddha
Scene from the music video
And thank God I'm only watching the game -- controlling it --
I don't see you guys rating
The kind of mate I'm contemplating
I'd let you watch, I would invite you
But the queens we use would not excite you
So you better go back to your bars, your temples, your massage
parlours --
COMPANY:
One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain't free
You'll find a god in every golden cloister
A little flesh, a little history
I can feel an angel sliding up to me
One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me
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