Motor Kesayanganku II

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Bila aku tengok iklan BlueHyppo, aku sekalu gelakkan dier. Ader2 aje telatah Badak Biru yang malang tu. Tapi bila aku plak dah jadi BlueHyppo, kesian kat dier. Especially bila BlueHyppo tuh terjatuh dan dihempap oleh motor kesayangannya. Huhu...! Haru-biru lebam kat kaki sebab kena hempap motor. Pagi tadi bila aku masuk opis ngan terpencot2, sumer orang tanya apsal. Siap komen, 'Minah nih, tak abis2 eksiden...'

I have a love-hate relationship with my bike. I love my bike, but my bike hates me. Tak abis2 menyakitkan hati aku, tapi sebab aku dah sayang, jadi relakan jelah... Tapi sejak kebelakangan nih, aku dah semakin tawar hati ngan motor kesayanganku tuh, sebab walaupun kasih sayang aku curahkan macam air mata air kuar dari bumi, tapi motor tuh tetap suka melukakan hati aku. Jadi, walaupun aku sayang macam nak rak kat motor tuh, aku mungkin terpaksa melupakan dier dan mencari alternatif lain yang boleh bagi ketenangan dan kegembiraan semata-mata di hati.

Mungkin motor aku akan lebih gembira ngan orang lain sebab dier tak suka tuannya sekarang yang suka memecut laju2. Mungkin jugak antara motor aku ngan aku tak de keserasian. Tapi apapun, dier tetap motor kesayanganku selalu, motor pertama yang aku miliki.

... Ceh! Baru kene hempap motor sket, dah jiwang giler. Balik la, gi tengok Madagascar!

'Opening of Hell' - Ainie

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I have three proposals to complete in one day. I completed two of them, then I had to go away for a meeting with Jen & Ainie.

The first half an hour of the meeting was spent listening to Jen & Ainie complaining about Tai Chi Master (refer to Jen's blog). I was dehydrated, my eyes felt dry that I can't hardly open them, and I yawned every 5 minutes.

'Listen guys. What can we do to get the things on track?' I interrupted after a while. I'm sick of feeling helpless. Then I drew an illustration to help me figure out what's going on while I was gone. Sponsorship. Invitation. Organizing.

'The MSAF wants the State to finalize on the budget...' I drew an arrow to connect Invitation with Sponsorship. '... and the State is not helping much. Things can't move if there is no budget...' Another arrow linking Organizing to Sponsorship. Then I circled Sponsorship. Leant back and closed my eyes. Tired.

'We gotta get those...' tried not to use foul language, '...buggers to resolve this issue first. But we shouldn't let other things pending.' Sighed. I really need to show this to the manager. He's not taking a firm stance with the State government and it's making us exasperated.

'Ok. Leave Sponsorship till later. Invitation. MSAF gets to do one thing, but other smaller events, or should I say, the Ground Operations, we need to do something about that. That's the thing.' Jen & Ainie began to contribute ideas and finally we got the meeting to move forward. There are HEAPS of things to do for this major event, and if the *struggle hard not to refer those people as something lowly creatures* can't make up their minds on big decisions, we have to start on the small preparations or we all die as the event rushes at us from around the corner.

I know I can always rely on both of my dear friends to come up with constructive ideas (which they did wonderfully) but I'm feeling doubtful about the indecisive giants. We had had four meetings and all they did is push the job at each other and lastly, ended the meetings with no decisions made (it's really frustrating when the meetings ended with 'we'll discuss that in next meeting').

I mean, yeah. Planning for a good job is one thing. It takes quite some time but when it finally moves, the ball rolls faster & smoothly. But Gawd! Indecisiveness that bottleneck-ing the processes is never going to make the ball rolls at all. And these people are the same ones proposing this stupid program at the very last minute anyway. These indecisive idiots. There. I said it.

Motor kesayanganku.

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Haha!

Baiki kerosakan motor

Masalah: Suker 'pancit' kat traffic light.
Diagnosis: Part2 yg ditukar tuh, ialah barang2 local. Jadi tak tahan lama. Kene tukar alat ganti original. Hampeh. Tipah tertipu lagi.
Solution: Kuar duit lagi... RM215 full termasuk servis, tukar minyak hitam etc.

... Hadiah besday in advance yg paling best seumur hidup aku. Tak penah aku mengeluarkan duit sebanyak tu utk dihadiahkan kat diri-sendiri. Semoga motor aku sihat sejahtera selalu. Macam tuan dier! :p

Lepas keje

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Pagi nih aku masuk opis lambat sebab motor tak nak idup. Macam tuan dier gak, malas nak gi keje. Hehe. Apa tak nyer, ari nih Trump ada kat opis. Tapi tuan punye motor itu terpaksa gak mengerahkan motor tu ngan tersenggut2 nyer berlari ke opis. Tak sampai pun kat parking lot, motor tu pun terus 'pancit'. Aku pun terus free gear, tolak motor ke parking, dan masuk opis ngan selamba nyer. Dah la lama menghilangkan diri, pas tu datang lambat plak. Huhu...Ader berita baik n berita buruk. Aku tukaq bos lagi. Berita baik. Bos baru tu member gak so ok la tu kot. At least kalau tak puas hati bley jerit2 kat dier supaya jangan bagi keje lagi. Berita buruk, Network admin habaq internet connection akan di 'restrict' kan so kiteorang nyer internet connection pun akan terminated jugak. Ainie tak puas hati. Aku pun sama, tapi aku dah agak dah mesti akan terjadi gak bendalah nih.

So, apa lagi yg aku nak citer aa? Tak de lagi kot. Sebab aku nak balik la. Baik aku gi jogging ke haper. Badan pun dah macam badak mini nih. Muehahahaha!! Orang tu musti heart attack nengok aku yang sehat sejahtera nih nanti. Terus carik awek lain ;p.

Kek batik yang aku buat tuh dapat sambutan hangat di pasaran. Sampai ada pakcik tu komplen ader orang lain dah abiskan kuih tu, tak sempat dier rasa. Suruh aku buat lagi. Hehehe. Mintak resepi bley tahan lagi, mintak buat lagi tuh yang haru... Aper pun, tima kaseh bebanyak! N tolong basuh bekas kuih tu sekali ek? Erk. Jen on the way nak merasa kuih tu. Aku luper nak bagitau dah abish. Sorry Jen! :p

Ho-li-day.

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There is something magical about the town where I grew up. It's the feeling I get whenever I walk down the road leading to my house, how the trees that lined up the road bent forward to invent an arch 'tunnel' for me to pass. One of these days, I would take the opportunity to sit down in the middle of the road and just enjoy the scene of perfect serenity. Away, away from life's confusion. Back to where my memory is stored of my carefree days. Of childhood laughter, childhood adventure, and childhood best friend.

I spent the first few days not really 'home', the after-effect of work I guess. I even dreamed that I ended my hols 3 days before I was supposed to come back for work. I would talk and laugh, but there's a somehow faraway, dazed look on my face. My mother complained that I wasn't being attentive enough. I wasn't paying attention because I was confused of the sudden transition of life.

Then there are the screams of laughter from my sisters. I have no choice but to join in their childish games. To run around, to tickle each other into roars of laughter, to feed them before they run off to school and school, never really changed.

Then in between time, I would spend endless hours in the kitchen with my mom. Believe me, I was brought up in the kitchen. When I was two, my mom dropped something that scarred my scalp coz I was lying at her feet, drinking milk out of my bottle. The kitchen means more than the blending of flavours and herbs and spices, but a place where stories and memories blended together as well. Where I learned my ancestry, my surroundings, and also, of course, mom's recipes.

I honestly confess that I don't know how to cook (Yes Jen, don't give me that disbelief look. I don't know how to cook). I know how to heat the wok, and to put in what ingredients at what time, but to know how to cook, is the ability beyond my knowledge. You know how to cook when you know what to do if something goes wrong, or how to adjust the flavor, or how to come up with something new for the tastebuds. Best still, when you know what ingredients are put into the dish to make up the flavor. I don't know any of these.

So I help mom in the kitchen while trying to sort out how future looks like. I find cooking time as thinking time. This is when my mind is neatly divided into two - to concentrate on my next action whether my hand hovers for the soy ketchup, or for the chilli paste; and to sort out my confused thoughts. Confusion, is how I live life. In the kitchen, I would debate life philosophy with my mother.

'See mom, what is the purpose of life? What is it that I need to do in order to find the path to heaven?'

The path to heaven is a phrase that Jen coined some time ago. It made me think hard of my life direction, and I swear to God, I still feel clueless. I don't think that this holiday alone would help me to find the answers.

I am going to Miri tomorrow to meet my sister. My lucky, lucky sister whose boyfriend has just moved to Miri to be near her. Some people have no need to figure out what to do. It's already laid out in front of their eyes. Maybe, I philosophically think, I am just too busy pondering on it to notice how life scheme is spread in front of me too.