Archive forNovember, 2007

Pavese with Ravioli, anyone?

The other day after a successful meeting with our customers for one of the mega projects, my CEO was very pleased with our team and declared, “Go and treat yourself with a nice dinner at the Banker’s Club or anywhere you like.”

I took the opportunity to treat myself and wife plus my two little ones. We went to the nearest restaurant which is equivalent to that so-called Club. It’s the Avanti Ristorante at Sunway. The place is vibrant, unpretentious and cosy. With high ceilings, wrought iron embellishments and stained glass décor.

The table was set up with paper and crayon sets. Waseem and Ayra really took their time scribbling, colouring and messing their half of the table.

The food? Very comforting and not bad … though the pasta was quite bland. Just gimme basil, rosemary, extra virgin olive oil, portobello agaricus bisporus, farroto … I could do better.

Anyway, best of all, we were serenaded by a group of singing chefs and waiters. They sang a special song “Shy Guy” for Waseem.

I thot I’m the shy guy. "Oh Lord have mercy, mercy, mercy … "

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Myopia

I can see clearly now,

the rain is gone,

I can see all obstacles in my way

Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind

It’s gonna be a bright, bright

Sun-Shiny day

- Johnny Nash’s Cool Runnings (Jamaican bobsled story in Calgary Olympics)

Myopia (not LaBeouf’s Disturbia) like yours truly’s … could only see nearby objects clearly but all distant objects appear blurred. To correct this, lenses used need to have negative optical power to compensate the excessive positive diopters of the myopic eye.

I just got my new pair of glasses. I had a wonderful time at the optical shop. The lady optician behaved like an image consultant.

“Sir, how do you like to potray yourself?”

“Pot what?”

“You want to be serious-looking, friendly or …”

“No, it’s ok. I just want a simple specs but …”

“I know what you mean, simple BUT not so simple.”

First optician, then image consultant, now a shrink?

“Try this. This will enhanced your subtle image and it will be ubiquitous.”

Subtle? A thousand bucks Burberry frame can do that? No can do. Anyway, I settled for a Guess frame (no reben this time) for a mere 400 ringgit excluding the lenses. I can see clearly now.

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Teenis Titans

Last night, I was one of the spectators during the Clash of the Titans (not the ‘Teen Titans’ DC Comic stuff) tennis match at the Malawati Stadium hard court.

It’s Rafael Nadal (world #2) versus Richard Gasquet (world #8). Really, I have to take back my words … no, contrary to what I wrote previously, Grand Slam standard of tennis’ matches could be really exciting. Watching a 207 km/h ace serve would drive your feeling out of this world. So was the return serve, the back hand, the fore hand, the long rally, the half volley, the lob, the smash, the drop shot, the topspin, the grunt (not only Maria, Nadal did that also).

Thanks to my boss who gave me the RM353 ticket.

“Yoo Boss, somehow recently you really look smart, and your views on those issues suddenly making sense. By the way, do you have the Federer vs Sampras ticket?”

p/s: I have been without my glasses for the last 3 days. My reben (yeap, Ray Ban) broke to pieces. Using this temporary soft lenses really making me feel awkward. Tak selesa lansung. Though, people said that I look better (does it matter?).

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Nadal

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Private SMSes

My 9 year old Ateef just got her SIM card. She and her big brother are now in the kampung spending their school hols, supposedly for two weeks. But after 2 days:

Ateef: Ayah how are you? Me and yeop are ok

Me: I’m ok sayang. Jangan lupa sembahyang

Ateef: Ateef sudah sembahyang, yeop surf internet

Me: I miss you my dear princess. I miss yeop too

Ateef: Ayah I miss you too, I will come back ok

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My Cricket Weekend

First of all, if anyone of you is getting bored with the cricket entries on this blog, I don’t blame you at all. Who in their right frame of mind would spend like days, or the whole afternoon for a silly game of watching 22 dashing gentlemen dashing around for a small white/red ball (as if they don’t have enough), with some inexplicable rules of play and nomenclatures, puzzling statistics, madding crowd, but with surprisingly no fighting on the ground, the opponent teams and spectators even clap at each other, the players even tie the opponent shoe lace, and what not.

What I can tell you is that once you are hooked to cricket, the rest of the games are not interesting at all. Cricket is about character (lots of them), outwitting your opponent with not only might but teamwork and individual strengths, it’s a situational management, temperament control, pressure hegemony, delegation of tasks, timely execution of opportunities and go for the kill.

Last Saturday morning our Staroba Orange Cricket Club (SOCC) was invited for a friendly match of 40 overs by the Selangor U-17 team management. Ahh, playing against the boys in their prime. This wont be an even match. I remembered that well enough when I was 16 and 17, I played the whole year. The MSSPk, MSSM, few leagues, the SBP Abu Samah Cup, inter-house etc.

As expected these boys have not only skills but the stamina. Unlike our SOCC team which consists of mostly otai (yang tak sedarkan diri, according to our spouses) players. We hit 129 runs in about 35 overs, all-out. Yours truly whose out of any form of training or match since before puasa got to double figures, with 1 six (whoa!! howzat Mus) and 1 boundary and few singles. But as always, had an early exit.

Then our turn to field and defend the meager total. The first 10 overs, me and my junior Kally, shared the new ball and got 5 wickets. My second wicket  had the bails (the two wood on the stumps) splattered to metres behind, and I did the Shoaib Akthtar’s flying eagle celebration. We heard the U-17 coaches and team managers shouting and side-coaching their team due to their poor than expected performance. For heaven’s sake this is a Selangor team. We just a bunch of social otai players …

Anyway, when the bowling pair changes and the U-17 middle order batsmen came for batting, they somehow managed to counter bowling spells and eventually take their team home and won the match.

BTW, PAK won the 5th ODI in Jaipur, though they lost the series 2-3. The replacement wicket-keeper Sarfraz making his debut by playing superbly. Watch out Kamran. I’m in the opinion that when PAK is playing in an excellent curated ground (previously in Mohali), they’ll win.

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Sweet Victory

Victory is sweet. Especially if you just won an uphill battle. Yesterday, I was watching the live telecast of the 2nd ODI. It’s IND vs PAK at the beautifully curated Mohali Stadium at Chandigarh (I passed by this Punjab city decades ago). IND batted first and achieved one of the highest total of 321-9.

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PAK’s inning started well but chasing an uphill task of more than 8 or 9 per over run rate seems quite an impossible task. But then they had Younis, Misbah (you did that ‘paddle’ stroke again), Shahid & Sohail. They managed to bat until the end and won the match in the second last ball of the day. With that PAK is back in the tournament as they now level the series 1-1. That’s sweet.

I’m currently struggling with my 5th day of fasting in the month of Syawal. Suddenly, the sense of doing something optional seems quite impossible if you are spoilt by choices, and lots and lots of temptations. But alas, the end is near. Victory seems ahead … er, at tomorrow’s dusk.

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November

I bet none of you gentlemen & ladies knew about this song sung by my all-time favourite Dato’ Sharifah Aini. Either you are too old or too young, or too rock-inclined (as you would have easily quote Guns N’ Roses’ November Rain).

Bermula di mata

meresapi di hati

ingatan manis

di bulan November

tetap abadi

ingin kuulangi

di November ini

biarkan beribu kali

aku ingin bersamamu

Well, I was there in the wuthering heights of autumn, there’s fall foliage, sky’s greying, the days get shorter and cooler, and the nights get longer. Hearts becoming melancholic.

Autumn
you are the season about loss
there is sadness as the leaves
drop from your trees.
Bareness of trees,
reminding me I’m getting older
as another year
comes to an end.

-Anonymous

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Tebrau Treats

Johor Bahru, Nov ‘07

Just had a meeting with a couple of Korean guys in MMHE after Friday prayer. They wanted to engage my company for the LNG ship system upgrade. Since the flight to KL tonite is fully booked, I have to stay over-nite and first thing tomorrow I’ll be flying back. Ayra’s Smart Reader Kids’ Concert is tomorrow. She’ll have a leading role as the Queen during the concert. Cannot miss that for the world.

Anyway, nice to be back here in Jay Bee. My first job landed me here. Those days life was, how should I say it … wonderful (compared to now, extremely wonderful).

Smart_reader_queen_umayrah_1

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