And now, the waiting game..

A coupla days ago, I wrote an article about a food stall.

It got published and the first thing I get in the morning, was a call from the head honcho.

The story had caused a stir. So much so, the owner of the original stall had taken a full-page advertisement the next day.

I called him to follow-up and was told that he blew RM26K to 'clarify' the situation.

He assumed that I was aware of some 'issues' he had with his sibling on the business he had built.

I don't know about it and I don't care.

Food stalls are food stalls.

My head honcho wanted me to clear this mess up as soon as possible and as a courtesy, I called the owner to meet him, which he had agreed in principle and the session was supposed to take place today.

Nothing happened. He text-messaged me to tell me that something 'urgent' came up.

I rang him up and replied his text message. Na-da.

Then, my immediate boss called. Told me about owning up, doing the right thing and that I had a free-hand at writing my column.

"Now, I know you hate to do this dirty deed, but when the boss wants things done, he means it and wanted it done immediately..."

The best thing about being an adult is embracing responsibilities.

I am accountable for what I do, and if the guy is playing mind games with me, I will see through it.

On my part, I have done the necessary, I did what I was told and now, all there is to do, is wait..

The Kayu wars

My big, big, big boss sent me a text message this morning.It read: "Please do a story on the 'other' Kayu'.Orders are orders, I replied and said: "Will do".This was made in reference to my column on Nasi Kandar.I featured Kayu Nasi Kandar in USJ 10 Taipan. It was done to fulfill my pork-free food quota for Ramadan which I have
pledged to my boss.So, I went on a mission to feature some makan places during my rounds and
one of those nights, I landed myself at Kayu.I ordered a plate of Nasi Kandar and paid RM13.50 for the meal consisting
fish roe, beef cooked in soya sauce and some vegetables.It was overpriced and service sucked.All I needed was a set of pictures to corroborate my story which I wrote
according to what I had experienced. That was it.And today, there was a mixed reaction and some dude actually text messaged
me to say: "Wah, so you brave ah?""Brave?," I asked."Yeah, most reviews would be nice," replied the guy.I told him that I paid for my meal and gave an honest view of what I ate. That
was all.Its never ballsy to do so as I would be sincere on sharing my experience.There some interesting developments arising from the comment and I'll have
to wait and see what's on my plate in the days to come...

M.L.C.

Mr Tan is a year or two shy of hitting 40.He's a friend of ours and I was told that mid-life crisis had struck him.To me, Mr Tan seems like a nice guy who has no malice and is loving every
single minute of his life.I knew for a fact that Mr Tan loves cars and souping them up.Recently, he blew some money on a second-hand Subaru Impreza WRX.Personally-speaking, I don't give a flying fuck about guys and their cars.To me, people who don't have anything to talk about except cars are losers.A vehicle gets me from point A to B. Period.Like many other guys hitting mid-life, Tan is not alone.I see some old Ah Peks riding BMW dual-purpose bikes around town. As long as they didn't hurt anyone in the process of getting what they want, its
fine with me.Guys will be guys and its hard to seperate the boys from their toys.To me, hitting the mid-point meant many things.Either you have made it, or would die trying.I chose none. I never compare with other people because that would be
unfair.I earn my wages and put my hard-earned meals on the table and whatever
comes on the side as extras - I would consider as a bonus.Life needs to be lived, I am doing that.