Simple Simon Happy Day

WoW! This is my 200 Blog Posts…

I am “Simple”, I am “Simon”, I am “Happy” and this was my “Day” today.

7:00am – Woke Up

7:15am – Got Up – Put my work face on and my HAIR up at a cool but looking professional angle

7:30am – Wondering around my flat to get myself more woken up

7:35am – Got dress, picked a tie!

7:40am – Left the flat, took the lift to the car park

7:42am – In the car, setup the TomTom, picked an album (Escala was today’s pick)

7:45am – On route to site

8:00am – Humming inside the car along the motorway, hurray! no traffic was stopping me today…

8:30am – Arriving on site, what a lovely sunny spring day…above the GIANT chimney…

8:45am – Met up with my manager

8:55am – Got kitted up, safety boots, hard hat, safety specs, big yellow jacket…

9:00am – Met the client

10:00am – Meeting over then went around for the site tour

10:30am – Breathing in and eating wood dust

11:00am – More breathing in and eating wood dust but now enjoying it!

12:30am – Lunch – Thank god, they ran out of “Wood” Chips.

12:35am – Talked Football

12:45am – Talked Chinese New Year

12:55am – Talked Hong Kong

13:00am – Talked Climate Change & Work

13:30am – Proper engineers’ discussions

14:00pm – More of above

15:00pm – More of above

16:00pm – More of above

16:45pm – Got into car, stayed in the car, first Tweeted then returned missed calls and voicemails, then checked emails

17:15pm – Drove off back to the office

18:00pm – Arrived at the office, my-happy-self said “GOOD MORNING” to people who were still there *joke*

18:05pm – A colleague said “He was worried by the cleaner’s ringtone last night when he was the last¬† one in with him. It sounded much like those religious music!”

18:06pm – Simon said “Don’t worry about it, but if he takes out a video camera with a tripod and some black curtains then run for your life!” Cracking up haha…

18:15pm – Got changed into my football kit sporting the Arsenal colours

18:30pm – Drove off to the football place

19:00pm – Kick off, started in goal – of course!

19:02pm – First Save

19:05pm – Second Save

19:07pm – Third Save

19:10pm – Fourth Save – lost count then…

19:15pm – Swapped and played outfield

19:20pm – Bad dribbling

19:25pm – More Bad dribbling

19:30pm – More Bad dribbling

19:40pm – Dribbled pass one, shaped to go left but went right, saw a gap to bottom right corner, curved the shot around a player and the goalie in the tight bottom corner GOOOAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLL (it was a good goal but very much dramatised by my words…heh!)

20:00pm – Game Over, said Goodbyes, drove home…

20:25pm – Got home, checked facebook, twitter, skype, emails

21:00pm – Dinner – just made something quick…

21:30pm – Writing this blog

22:00pm – Publishing this blog

22:30pm – Getting ready for bed

23:00pm – Updating this blog and checking my loudsy spellings and grammar.

23:30pm – Will be reflecting on a good day, feeling happy and smiling to myself

00:00am – Sleep & will be having a dream or two…(greedy me…)

Can a human video recorder be in “Heores”?

I am talking about my memory skill. Is it a skill or a ability? Is it Nature or Nurture?

Unfortunately I don’t have the answers. Nor I believe that I can be a character in Heroes. I mean what use would I be, I rather be Matt and read minds than collect vivid past memories in my head.

There are three things that I believed to have contribute to my so called “ability”

  1. I have a larger than normal head size. In side that large head, I have a larger size brain!
  2. When I was a child, my mum always reminded me that I was not as bright as others and therefore had to work ten time as hard to be on par.
  3. I had a very high temperature fever when I was young. Went to hospital and subsequently had to carry out a series of brain scans and monitoring to check if I had brain damage or not.

You might think that this is a good ability to have. Well let me tell you, there are disadvantages too.

I remember most times when jokes are on me. Mistakes that I have made. All the lack of courage moments when comes to talk to the opposite sex. Failures at school, uni and work. Any sporting disappointments and other other embarrassment. Over the years, I have learnt to suppress the negative memories and only bring out the positive ones for my blog.

Sometime I feel like an old man telling tales but my ability is still improving. There are still loads of space left in my human video recorder! Yes that’s what I am – a human video recorder, on continuous recording mode!

So you have be warned, if you tell me or show me something, I will most definitely remember that for LIFE!

But here I am living to find even more exciting, interesting, defining moment to treasure. Who wants to be in my video tape?

Stories of The Ryan House Four Tigers

This year is the year of Tiger, it reminds me of “The Ryan House Four Tigers”

Ryan House was the name of the student block of flats that I have stayed with three others during my 2nd year at Uni. It is located on Cavendish Street in Hulme. The three other Tigers were Adam, Edward and Pedro.

The beginning

Edward and Adam were my fellow hallmates of mine at Weston Hall during the 1st year. I got to know them through playing Basketball. Pedro is Edward’s coursemate and he also tagged along to play basketball too. Needed to find a place to stay for the 2nd year, I was open to a few options. I was going to rent a place with my coursemate Lester but needing to find others to make up the number for a house shared. A fellow UMIST football teammates & ChemEnger also asked me to join his houseshare in Didsbury. Well I took the third option when Edward asked me whether I would like to join them. Edward, Adam and Pedro were looking together and have found this new build private student hall. All they were missing was me the fourth person to make up the number for the flat. So I joined them and Ryan House.

Ryan House

Ryan House was privately owned. It was going to be built just in time for us to move in. It was charging ¬£60 per week similar to that for Weston Hall. We were at Flat 7 on the third floor. Not surprisingly there were alot of South East Asian students too. The flat opposite also came from Hong Kong but study at University of Manchester. The flat above was Singaporeans and the flat below was Malaysians. One of the attraction was the claim that Ryan House will have an internet link with the University similar to University halls like Weston. But this claim never came true, so slow death dialup it was then. The guy who owned the building didn’t really have alot of experience of running a student hall. They splashed out on new Ikea furniture everywhere. One mistake was he didn’t bring in comerical coin-operated washing machines and dryers. He just installed normal domestic ones. This meant that there was no way of recharging us the students. So hurray for free laundry!

Cooking Roster

We had a cooking roster. That was the fun part of living together that year. Pedro didn’t really want to think about cooking so he volunteered to do the washing up (everyday that is!). So the cooking roster was between us the other three. Basically we rotated to cook for everyone. Proper Chinese dinner that is, no oven or microwave rubbish! We were quite traditional in that sense, having RICE everyday!!! There would normally be three dishes, two meat ones and one veg. Funny enough we had our own different style, so dinner was never dull.

Edward’s style was “Choppy”. He chopped and cooked everything in small chunks and bites.

Adam like Chinese style steam water-egg and other very homie dishes.

Not surprisingly I was the extravangant cook who would try anything and was also the messy one!

We normally finished Uni at around 4/5ish and would come home to cook. I don’t think many other people did it like us. But religiously it went on throughout that year.

Weekly Supermarket

Our local supermarket was Asda in Hulme. It was about 20 minutes walk from our place. Again we would religiously go together during the weekend. We would take out two trolleys one for shared food and one for personal stuff. It is normally the case that Pedro and I were buying too much for our own personal indulgence. Edward has to in many occasions stop us the children!

We would then wait for a taxi to take us back. When we got back I would be the one to interpret the receipt and we would work out who owes money to who etc. We kept a noticeboard in the lounge for tracking our debts.

Dinner Time TV

Although there was no fast internet, the owner of the hall was kind enough to set us up with then called ON Digital. They funded the basic package but we had upgraded to get the Sky Sports channels. I remember one period we were watching Dragon Ball Z on cartoon networks, then series of Friends, NBA basketballs and football of course. Adam being a ManU fan, Edward is a Liverpool fan and me the Gooner!

Weekly Basketball

Every Saturday morning we all went to play basketball together at Sugden Sports Centre. And again we had our own different style of play too. Adam’s Jordan fadeaway, Edward’s all round brilliance, Pedro the unorthodox and me the big slow shooting rather than layup centre.

Rubbish & Micky Mouse

I was lucky that day when it was my turn to cook. So I watch the event unfolded from upstairs. There were a big pile of rubbish building up because other flats were not dumping rubbish properly into the bins. They just trunked out onto the backyard. We the sensible lot put up a notice to ask everyone to join in and clear the rubbish. Unsurprisingly no one came other than ourselves. With me watching on from upstairs’ window, Adam, Edward and Pedro went about clearing the rubbish. They form a human line and started to transfer the rubbish bags into the big bins. After a few bags were removed. A frightened Micky Mouse dashed out. He first bumped into Edward’s right foot then bounced on to this left before going through his legs and ran towards Adam. Who was then shouting “Mouse Mouse Mouse!” in a shocking voice and jumped immediately onto one of the concrete pillars. I was have the best of time watching from above. The mission was then abandoned and we reported it to the managing agent. They got a professional guy out and murdered Micky. As a lesson for our fellow residents, Micky was hanged on the wall immediately behind the back door to reminder others. Well it definitely reminded Adam & Edward for a second time. When they took the rubbish down and were shocked to see the hanging Micky clearly displayed in front of their faces. I would definitely have nightmares if I was one of them.

There were many other memorable stories but I will keep them until the next time.

Take Care of yourself and each other

Simon

Surprise & Fun Tennis in Hong Kong

Sports used to be my addiction. It still is but now you would have to add “Wii” before and “Resort” after…haha

It was very rare when I got the chance to play tennis in Hong Kong. I used to play with my friend Will regularly when he was in Wigan. He is now working in Hong Kong. His boss is very fit and play sport nearly everyday. A game of doubles was setup. They managed to find another (good) player and we were all set.

I had to buy a new pair of trainers (being a size 12, this is difficult in HK), found my childhood racket underneath the bed (but needed a new grip) and borrow a pair of shorts from my dad. But the excitements are all mine…

I was very much looking forward to it even though I have not play for months. I know I would be rubbish.

We started to rally around and I was rubbish, balls flying off, into the nets etc, a few did get just over. Obviously I blame my racket. But never underestimate Simon, I always has some surprise brilliance up my sleeve.

My brain slowly started to remember my tennis skills and confidence grew.

We started to play sets and I was given the balls to serve first with Will receiving at the other end.

I did not even bother to think where I want to place my serve. I just want to get it over and in. What came was all natural. A pacey ace out wide, Will can’t even reach to get a touch.

That was a true surprise for everyone including me. Will’s boss said: “Will! Where the hell you find this guy!” Will: “I think he has just remember the Wigan days”

My next serve was to Will partner and a good player, I double-faulted and somehow came back down to earth. Next serving to Will for the second time and I nearly ace him again, ONLY for Will to just touch it. I can’t explain it but certainly brought some spice and fun to the game.

There were many good rallies and cheeky drop shots. There were also many comical misses and more aces for Will (Sorry!). By then it was not just a game, it was a FUN game. We were all chatting and having a great time.

My team won the first set comfortably and we change partners for the second set. Obviously me and Will (we the less talented) stayed on opposite teams. My team started to dominate the second set and were on course to win it comfortably when we were 5-2 up. Will and his boss came fighting back and provided some tense drama (which is actually more enjoyable then if we were to win 6-2) . They came back (well we kind of let them) to 5 games all, saving a couple of set points on the way. There were also close rallies when both team kind of got mixed-up, missed very easy shots. We were not playing tennis, we were just having fun. At the end, we broke and close out the game. So there it was, an extremely fun game of tennis. Will’s boss was even talking about a re-match the very next day. Shame my tight schedule won’t let me but next time definitely.

Lucky my serve (ace for Will), my surprised brilliance came out a few times and that I brought along some laughter and fun to the game.

Sometime it is difficult to explain but if we have played a million times and the feeling won’t be the same. My surprise serve won’t be a surprise and may be it won’t be as fun the next time.

While you are in a good moment, enjoy it while you can.

This is definitely a highlight to my trip in Hong Kong. Sports make me tick I guess…

Anyone fancy a game of tennis?