A thought of shame

Just when the guys were joking about this Slovenian program being so gay, *the program is gay alright and deep shit. I can't believe they were watching it... Also, I don't like the stereotype thinking or impression of gay.* it was like no-where-hell-knows that the sexism came into the conversation. I was surprised that someone making such statement.

He said, "I am somehow sexist."

Alright, he got my nerves somehow! I bluntly, frankly, directly said, "Sexist is wrong. Simply wrong." *I was pretty much calm and my tone was still as normal...*

Yet, he standed by his arguements and I insisted on mine. While the others, just sat. The floor would be in a total silence if we were not talking. Surprisingly, the ladies were quiet about it. If one of my dear feminist friends was here, just one, she would have their 3,000,000,000 Walt speaker tuned on and said,"Bloody Hell...." with all the facts and arguements to make him understand that sexism is no where alright! Not a single moment! One thing I am so freaking sure, they would not be quite about it.

I dont know why I was not happy about it. Think hardly, my parents and particularly my mum will only be the reason. I love my mum so much! *Yes mum, I love you~~* The thought of sexism is somehow a humilation to mum. *At least, that was how I felt at that moment.* Also, I know my mum is capable of a lot of things and is as tough as dad. Thus, sexism does not exist in my family. *I don think it will ever happen, dad love mum too much...*

Sadly, I have to use the typical lefties slogan, "SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! " *I dont like the lefties... those that I met is Australia are mostly... sigh...*

Two days in the mountain

As we lost our way, I took a 45 second break for some quick snap shot of the moon, not 30 minutes Thomas...
Fooling around after dinner, with weird face, smiliy face and sexy posture from Ana. Are you gonna pay me for making you so beautiful?
Home

Boris... still recovering from the schnaps?

Want me to hug you, Joy?

Ville on grass... Does he look like Justin Timberlake? I have no idea. It was just drunk A claiming that...
Drying my hiking shoes after it stuck in the swamp *I was so pissed off with it... Argghhhhhh*
Me me me~~

Chilly cool water, fresh from the mountains.
Couple with dress code?? What do ya think Laura, Igor...
Jose reading the local newspaper after the breakfast or waiting for me to snap?
Anna tanning with a toothbrush?
Nina with a rabbit smile~~ ;O)
Ana, you want a kiss?
Hemmmm... the air smells great and what a wonderful day~ Did someone just farted...
Figuring out the path to the peak...
Napolean charging with a rotten stick?
bird eye view of the mountain
Give me a Hi 5!
Residents... Hi! Yikes and smile sex~~
Last patch of survivors before departure
Rumbling down the mountain
Cheezzzz cows... Are they cows?
Don't break it...
You call this a train station?

“Question”

We are more or less familiar with the word ‘Question’. Every day, every hour, every minute to second, we are surrounded by ‘Question’. It is just like our dear shadow. They are simply there. Although most of the time, we are pretty cool with it, sometime it is as irritating as a relentless bugging fly. Regardless how hard you try to get rid of it, it just won’t go away. Just like today!

Before my mentor left for Munich, he left me some assignments to complete during his absence. So, I was doing this measurements and testings on a developing chip. At one point, I was stuck and not knowing how to continue. The chip just gave shitty signals that didn’t make sense at all. Cleverly, I had ideally. *Ting!* Why not just ask one of the senior engineers, who is also part of the project team. *Cool right?!* Then, I swiftly went to him and asked him.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to help. Alright, fine… Then he started to ask me all sort of questions. For instances, “What is this?” “Why does it perform this way?” “Why is the sensitivity so low?” “Are you sure? I think these are all nonsense…” For like an hour… Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo… Knock knock knock… Anybody home? Are you making sense?

I am just a trainee! I was only given 10 minutes briefing! I do what I was told! I told you what I know! If I know the problems…If I can provide answers…If I had worked on this project long enough…I would not be asking you! I would be sitting at your position! You would not be asking me why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why!!!!!!!!!

Kind of frustrating! … Thinking from the good side, at least he did think that I am an asset to the project. Please just don’t keep asking me why, when I have already said I don’t know. I mean it when I say so.

No woman, no cry

The depressing and gloomy morning was like a hint? A clue? A sign? Probably something more… It was going to be sad day? I didn’t know then. Not that I was in pain or in a bad mood *That was last week… As autumn arrived…*, it was the people I met later the night. Four women.

After a long haul with my berserk testing and measurement, I was happy to get out of the office. FINALLY! Especially when my stomach started to groan badly, the thought of food in the next few seconds was FAAAAANTASTIC~

There, I met my ‘first lady’, a close friend. After a long conversation with an aggressive counsellor *Those freaking feminism type that think men are simply all evil and Satan…* about her marriage problem, I could see that she wasn’t happy. I could notice that she was quiet and silence, wrinkles on her forehead and between the eyes became obvious, her smile was lost and no way to be found *She smiles a lot.* She was thinking. 5 minutes… 10 minutes… 15 minutes… … I walked toward her and showed her an article about a bug. She laughed. At least, that was what I could do.

Then, there was my ‘second lady’. Problems. Problems. Problems. She falls for someone 20 years younger than her… I almost fell from the chair. Not to say that I have a problem with the age thing, it is just that… she is MARRIED! I am a strong believer of monogamy. So, it is hard for me to agree. However, I didn’t voice it out. She cried. I just sat and listened.

And then, there was my ‘third lady’. I was sitting in the bus. Rubbing my eyes and yawning, it was late. *I need sleeppppp... ZZzZzZzzzzzz...* Just when I was digging out my Ipod from the pocket, I was shocked. Someone was giving this weird loud laugh. Everyone in the front was looking back and forth, including the bus driver himself. Trying to figure out what happened. It was just some teenage girls. They were probably on weed. *Is too common here in Austria… While I think Europe in general…* As the laughter went weirder and fishier, I turned my head and got a clear look. One of the girls was on the thigh of her friends, with both hands covering her face. It was only till then, I realised. She was crying. I didn’t bother to find out more. It was my stop. I hopped off and saw the bus drove pass.

And and then, there came the last one. Two women were sitting outside Merango, sitting closely. One was comforting and another was sobbing with broken heart…

What was wrong? Four in one night!? *I was thinking these were even rarer than winning the multimillion jackpots… Sigh…* Tonight, I have this feeling about men = arsehole… *Indirectly slapping myself… I have not done anything wrong…* Just a sudden thought that flew passed my mind.

Dedicating “No woman, no cry“ to the broken hearts…

Hided in my Adidas jumper as I coughed

Share or not to share?

For the past few days, I have been feeling great… while not all great. The damn flu is still bugging me. *cough cough… cough… cough…* My body is hot *Hehehehe… it will be great if it is literally that way.* but frequently I feel the shiver and cold. Those kind that hit through your bones. *crossed fingers and hope that I could get better soon.* Sadly, I have to ban myself from eating all those yummy stuff, what a TORTURE! Just hope that I can get better before the weekend hiking trip.

Having said that, my mood has been pretty good. Although nothing is confirmed, it just makes me feel great and I couldn’t stop myself from sharing the good news. This morning when I was waiting for the bus, the question “share or not to share?” struck me. Putting my engineering hat on, I approached the question systematically, starting with good and bad.

Good = … + … + … + … + … + … + Ermmm… Will get some of my positive qi?

Bad = Might think I am showing off + Egoistic + Arrogant + They don’t care…

Every time this question hits me, I have always decided to keep the good news to just some friends or maybe just to myself. Like what dad used to said, “Be low profile, those who overshine always got shot in the head! Bang! There goes the high fly bird…” However, when something good happens, my hard thought decision was never-miss-once out to no where and the same things happen, the saga continues.

Probably deep down, I know that it is just the me who like to share. Alrite, time for work...

What a wonderful day

Yesterday was fantastic! *cough... cough... cough... damn flu!* It has been a long while since the last time I cook, and you people know that I love cooking so much!!! I cooked my peppermint curry chicken!!! I was in Asia, teaching Lao Pan Niang how to cook the dish. For all these while, I had been complaining that the curries served in Graz were TOTALLY CRAP!!! *Excluding the Indian restaurant, some of them are quite authentic.* I promised her that I would teach her and there I was. They love it and my skills are still as good as before~~~ Hehehehe~~ It is gonna be in the menu soon~~~ Other than my cooking fanaticism, it was the people I met.

The first one, Alvin. Only after less than 30 minutes of conversation, he had offered to pull strings and get me a job in Austria, Germany or France. Regardless I got the job in the end, I really appreciate his effort. Thanks man!

The second one, dear dear Andi. Just a random guy I knew, being flirtatious and sweet, ligthen up my mood as I suffered from my miserable coughing. *cough... cough... * Always giving me this looking-at-me-with-a-sweet-smile look. Surprisingly, we had many things in common and the conversation was nice. Also, he sent me a sweet song! If we dont work out, hey it will be cool to just hang out~~~

As I listen to the song "What a wonderful day...", just feel great~~~