I am no superman.

Katakanlah, ada sekumpulan manusia ni, dia orang duduk kat satu planet (contohnye Planet Krypton). Semua orang ada power yang samer. Pastu, kumpulan manusia ni pun berpecah, ada yang stay kat planet Kripton and ada yang berhijrah ke planet lain di sistem suria lain. Yang migrate ke planet lain, sebab graviti pull alien planet tu lain, dia orang dapat super power. Hebat ler kan. Semua penduduk planet tu akan mengherokan manusia tu. So best ler kan, mesti seronok! Bayangkan ler, kat planet asal semua orang same jer power dia, tup tup hijrah planet lain, terus dapat super power!!! Sapa tak nak kan? As long as kita gunakan power kita untuk kebaikan penduduk planer tu (and untuk diri kita sendiri) kira ok ler..... Rasa bangga sebab ada super power tu pun memang tak dapat dielakkan ler, itu lumrah. Tapi rasa bangga berpatutan memang bagus untuk self confident.

Ok, then satu hari tu, planet Krypton pun buat reunion, semua yang hijrah ke planet lain dipanggil hadir. So kumpulan manusia yang tak pernah keluar dari Krypton and mereka yang pergi jauh berhijrah pun berkumpul. Dalam pertemuan tersebut, kumpulan manusia yang stay kat Krypton terasa amat pelik dengan perangai mereka yang berhijrah keluar, semua cakap dan berkelakuan seolah-olah mereka ada super power (read: berlagak nak mampus!!!) Dekat planet Krypton tu kan semua orang sama power dia, jadi kenapa ada segolongan manusia tu berlagak macam mereka tu bagus sangat dan mereka ada power lebih dari yang lain?

Ini yang buat aku pelik dengan perangai segolongan manusia.
Satu jer nasihat aku pada semua dan diri aku sendiri, kat mana pun taraf kita sekarang, jangan lupa asal usul kita. Sebab kalau kita lupa pada asal usul kita, kita akan jadi tidak releven pada root kita sendiri.

10 great things about my sis

1. Dia adalah seorang yang sangat menghargai setiap kalori yang ada kat dunia ni. A true calory lover, sesuai sebagai kareernye sebagai seorang lecturer dalam bidang nutritionist.

2. Sentiasa memberi nasihat bernas (yang pedas and laser) kepada ahli keluarga (especially kepada abangnyer).

3. Live up to her name and always Sabar (only recently, kalau dulu, kalau marah tu, jadi macam pompuan giler!)

4. Dulu masa aku darjah satu, lepas balik dari sekolah, dia tolong tanggalkan kasut and stokin aku.... terharu sungguh.

5. Sentiasa utamakan parents.

6. Suka buat lawak bodoh yang orang lain tak paham, tapi aku jer boleh paham.

7. Suka test result aku dari working out kat gym dengan suruh aku angkat barang-barang berat.

8. Dia mengaku yang dirinye famous dan ada ramai kawan masa kat kat sekolah and UPM hanya dengan satu sebab semata, iaitu mempunyai seorang abang yang hensem and macho!

9. Seorang ibu and isteri yang baik. (satu-satunyer point yang aku bagi dgn penuh keikhlasan)

10. Sanggup korbankan cinta sejatinya pada Saiful Bakhtiar demi kepentingan ibu bapa.

Wahai kawan-kawan sekalian, aku tau ramai yang akan kebingungan ngan entry ini. Biar aku explain.
Sesungguhnye aku dipaksa oleh adikku sendiri untuk masukkan entry ini.
Camni, adik aku nak bersalin dah, so sebagai syarat sebelum dia bagi keta dia kat aku, aku dipaksa bagi 10 dalil kebaikan dia (kejam tak adik aku ni?). Walaupun setiap point kat atas tu tentang kebaikan, tapi ada jugak unsur-unsur mengutuk yang tak dapat aku elakkan.

Ok, Saba, kau puas hati sekarang? so bila boleh amik kereta?

Kerana mulut badan binasa.

Flashback.

Somewhere around last week in my office........

My boss and colleagues were busy talking at one of my colleagues cubicle. I was passing tru that place and suddenly my boss asked:

Boss: Guzz what do you say about Karaoke?

Me: I don't mind, it's a great way to embarrass ourselves! (dgn muka selamber)

Boss: Wow, I like your attitude, (turning to other guys) look at Guzz, he is so 'sporting'.

Me: err err err ok... (no clues what's going on!)

Boss: Guzz, you ni betul ke or cakap jer lebih?

Me: Betul ler..........

Boss: Ha ha

Me: Ha ha

Maybe it is just an empty conversation to fill up free time, I continued to work (or pretended to be).

And then, 2 days later, I received an email from boss saying that there is a DeepaRaya function in office and there is a Karaoke session and every department have to send a representative! I panicked! OMG what have I done?!! Me and my big mouth! Now surely they all will be asking me to sing!

Then in the dept meeting thank God they all nominated another colleague who always sing out aloud wearing earphone. Thank Goodness, I am off the hook. My colleague nominated my name mentioning that I volunteered to embarrass myself before, but majority supported him! Ha ha....

But I felt bad, maybe my boss will think that I am cakap jer lebih but action is zero! hmmmmm Need to save my reputation, Don't want other to think that I talk empty without action!

The day come, the nominated colleague bailed out, saying no way he will sing. Boss already sang a song, no one in volunteered in the dept! Semangnat ke'department'an aku berkobar-kobar.

Again boss asked, you wanna give a try? Hmmm I asked another female colleague, Jom duet? She said ok, as long as I sing with her.

We were looking for come nice English duet song but find none! So she decide to sing solo and I had to keep to my promise to sing as well, and the boss keep on asking 'dah pilih lagu ker blom?'

So, there I was, finally infornt of others (thank Goodness not many stayed back for Karaoke session). I kept to my promise and successfully me'sumbang'kan lagu 'Seribu Tahun Tak Kan Mungkin by Bumiputra Rockers.

I'd made it, I kept to my promise and I finally EMBARRASS myself infront of the crowd and it felt good!!!!

Moral of the story: Jangan cakap besar and jangan menyampuk dalam conversation orang yang tak tau hujung pangkalnyer.........

Wake up and smell the roses...

My parents went overseas for holiday for one whole month. My parents, my sisters, their kids all of them went! Only me and younger sis left behind, cause we were financially challenged (to be politically correct) at the moment and also we were unable to get leave for one whole month. But, my parents being outstation, leaving my dad's car in my house, that is this whole entry all about. So me and my wife have each on car now to go to work (at least for one month).

Before this we have to rush to work since my wife have to clock in by 8am and she need to reach at least 15 min before so that she can walk all the way to her dept. So basically we were rushing every morning. Because of this also, I will be among the first to arrive in my office at 8am! Since my work starts at 830 and it is flexible, nobody will be at the office at 8 am. Some stretch their arrival up to 930, but I always make sure to arrive before 9.

So now life is good. My wife left early, I wake up on my own sweet time, I know she hates me seeing me in my beauty slumber while she rushing dressing up, but I enjoy this moment as next month this luxury wont be here for me. I wake up, dress up, fix my self nice breakfast. I am a big breakfast guy. I believe that big bang breakfast is essential for everyone, it keep your entire day's mode in high spirit/energy. I can quietly sit down, have my coffee, and eat cereal, oats, eggs or sausage (depend on what is available in fridge) A newspaper would be nice, but darn, I don't subscribe to those.

Then, once outside, I will check put all my plants, squatting by the plants, zooming on freshly bloomed flowers, looking at those tiny butterflies flying around. Will water the plants if i find it too dry! And sometimes the neighbors maids will pass by my house while walking with the babies, like today, the opposite house neighbor was walking with her grandchild, that cute girl was keep on waving at me, I took my own sweet time to smile and wave back, should have started a little conversation, maybe next time.

And after work, I can go to gym, that is enough for me to release a day worth of stress. Reach home to find the dinner is served nicely on the table. What else could I ask for? ( Gud Guy: I guess my arus perdana in a calmer stream now)

Such simple thing sounds like a fairytale isn't it? Happiness doesn't have to be living in a million dollar bungalow, fat bank account or owning hot wheels. It can be as simple as appreciating our every fine happy moments. So, you see, life isn't all that bad. if we are not rushing in life, slow down our pace, it is quite beautiful isn't it?


Slow Dance

Have you ever watched kids
on a merry-go-round
Or listened to the rain
slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down
Don't dance so fast
Time is short
The music won't last

Do you run through each day on the fly
When you ask "How are you?"
do you hear the reply?

When the day is done,
do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
running through your head?

You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast
Time is short
The music won't last

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow
And in your haste, not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
'Cause you never had time
to call and say "Hi"?

You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast
Time is short
The music won't last

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away...

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

Welcome to the gym and please leave your ego at the door step.

The biggest misconception in weight training is that the heavier the weight you lift, more muscle you will build. This is not entirely true.
The heaviest weight you can lift while maintaining the perfect form, now that will give you the maximum result.

After being absent from gym almost 3 months, my strength dropped, If last time I can bench press 5o-60kg, now I have to reduce it to, 40kg, same goes to my bicep curls and the rest.

It is difficult to start back from scratch, I tried with all my might to lift the same weight like before, and I could life it, but my form sucked! It wasn't symmetrical and I am unable to balanced it.

I have seen many guys in gym struggling with too heavy weights thinking they are doing the right thing and also because they can't let go of their ego while lifting. I am not surprised, I was on of them, most guys think the amount of weight they lift is directly proportional to the size of their dick! Thus we have all this guys working out with heavy weight with terrible forms.

Another mistake I often see is that the tempo is too fast, they will be doing bicep curl up and down so rapidly with no pause at all. This is often done by newbies who think the faster the repetition more macho they are. This is not going to build muscle either, while doing repetition too rapidly, you are just using the momentum of the weight rather than the power of your muscle! The slo-mo works the best! Do it slowly, 10 repetition of 3 sets works fine most of the time, but you can also try other methods such as drop-set, pyramid-set and many more. But always start with the basic.

So my advice to anyone read this, it is not the amount of weight you lift or how rapid is your tempo, it is in the form, tempo and how you contract the muscle while lifting it.

And of course proper nutrition plays a bigger role in building muscle, it is 70% and 30% exercise. More on this later.

Chau.

Love lets the beloved go free?

This was a debate title for English's debate when I was in form 5. I wasn't in the debate team, I was just one of the members of the floor. The point of argument was simple, from the perspective of a 17//18 years old students. If you love someone or something, you need to let that someone or something go. That was simple. The students debated that if you love your pet, you should let the pet go free, if you love you kids, have to let them go free and the opposing team came up with some nice good arguments as well.I am not going to discuss about the debate here. It was interesting, but sadly the debate did not go any deeper than that. Most points were touched at the surface only never too deep. Now when I think of it, its makes more sense to me. And also I realize that my friends back in 1993 (yes, I am old) were looking at the debate title from different (even wrong?) point of view.

I am married. I love my wife. Does this mean that I need let my wife go free? Or my wife loves me, so probably she will let me go free? (hmmmmm would she? most probably! ha ha) Doesn't make sense right?

After married for 4 years, it makes more sense to me know. When we love someone, we need to let go of the control we have on them to go free, NOT to let them go free. I am not talking about possessive psychos we sometimes see in TV, they really need to see a shrink. After being in a relationship for a long period of time, we tend to take control of our loved one sub-consciously. We start making plans without consulting them, we start to assuming things. We start to make decision on their behalf thinking that we are making the right decision for their own good. We start to take control of their life indirectly. Thus, we are not giving the freedom to run their own life. And due to this kinda restriction in freedom, stress will start to build up in the relationship, with either party not knowing the root of the problem since both party also try to take control of each other's life! Then one day...boom! volcano will erupt! When both parties can't take it any longer.

We are not letting our loved one free to decide! If we love someone, we need to let them go free! Not physically but the emotional control we posses over them!

I know, I know, many will say, you been married for 4 years and only now you know this? But relationship is tricky subject, you can't really measure the maturity/stability of a relationship by the number of years. There is no measure actually, it always evolved from one form to another.

So I guess, I need to practice what I preach, and letting go my loved one... ( I mean the control)

Just my 2-cents worth...........

Back in Gym

Finally I can go to gym regularly, at least 3 times a week, after work. I know many will find this weird, but the the whole day yesterday I was so excited that I could go to gym after work. It is like I am back to my routines.
It is funny that after missing the gym for 2 months , I lost track on my workout routines, previously it was hard-coded to my brain, once I am in GYM, I am on auto pilot, I don't have to think, I just carry on from one workout to another.

The after-work crowd in FF SJ was unbelievable, even on heavy rain day! But most of them were doing cardio, so the free weight area was not occupied that much. I had a good workout and enjoyed myself.

But I still miss the FF in Manulife, alot more equipments there and it is much bigger, even on very crowded day, you can still workout comfortably.

I am serious this time, no matter what, I want to achieve the following target:

• Six pack (in 6 month)
• Vein popping out in bicep (in 3 month)
• Body fat percentage less than 10% (in 6 month)
  

This is my routine:
Mon:
Chest
Triceps
Shoulder

Wed:
Back
Biceps
Legs

Fri:
Abdomen
Forearm
And maybe Chest again

Valid Questions?

While driving to work this morning I was wondering.

I am driving this car. I have full control of this car, I can stop the car anytime I want, I can just turn the steering and change my destination. The car will obey me. I am the master of my car. If I maintain the car well, it will last long and serves every one of biddings. And yes, I have full control of it.

But if my life is the car, who is sitting on the driver seat? Who is driving my life? Is it me on the driving seat? Am I 'driving' my life. Taking the full control 0f my destiny?

For some, the answer to these questions might be obvious, but not for me. I am not sitting on that driver seat. I feel out of control. I feel I am just a dry leaf on a stream. Drifting with the flow of the water. I feel I have no control of my destination. I couldn't even do 'maintenance' of my life to ensure that it will run smoothly, and some time I even feel it is not even my car! Am I not in even in my car?! no wonder there is different driver sitting on the driver seat!

I am confuse! I thought with age comes wisdom, but I seems to more clueless now. My vision is blurred, I have no aim. I feel my life is pretty fucked up. Sometimes I just shut off my brain, my thoughts, just living the life for its very moment, not to think of future or the past, stop over-thinking everything, and I always failed.

I know I must be my own driver, I ought to be sitting on that driver seat and on the driver seat on MY OWN car.

What should I do, where do I start?