Healthy Strides

I think we are an overfed society. We bump into the restaurants, mamak bistros, food stalls and food courts everywhere we turn that open 24 hrs a day. I've always had weight issue since I was 12 years old. I put on weight easily and the many eating places plus the hours that I keep are just not helping.

It's always a struggle for me. To look good and to feel good means I have to jog on the treadmill for 40 mins, ride the exercise bike for 20 mins and another 20 mins on the slider, 5 times a week. And still, I am all about thunder thighs. Now, with the tight schedule, I have to forgo the gym sessions. Brisk walking at the lake most days of the week, is the option now.

Does this sound like I'm complaining? That is certainly not the intention. As the result of doing power walks during dawn, my face actually glows, so why complaint? Yes, my skin just looks better and healthier. Plus, I manage to persuade Amir to come along. It's quality time well spent!

I'm Not Trying To Bring You Down…

Giving up is not an option. It seems that I am throwing in the towel, but I am just giving myself time to think of the next possible steps. You can be sure I'm not losing sight of the goals I've committed myself to.

I know the road ahead will not be easy. Heck, I don't want it to be so easy that later I can't appreciate the culminating success. We all have our personalised demons to conquer and battle to fight. Mine are so deep rooted that it takes the whole of me to win.

But win I will. There were many times before that I denied myself the benefits of doubt and sadly regretting the decision to stop on my track and just let things be without making things happen the way I wanted them to happen. With support and understanding, I know that eventually victory will be mine.

It will be.

Celebrating Life…

I had the chance to catch the tail end of the concert organised by the late Princess Diana's sons the other day. I so beat myself for missing it. And yesterday I managed to watch the interview given by the handsome princes.

William and Harry threw a concert in conjunction with their mother's birthday to celebrate her life and what she stood for when she was alive. Diana was a compassionate royalty who not only became famous because of her marriage to the British heir but also for the works she had done for the people in need. We are often reminded of her in many ways, many times by photographs of her talking to a sick person or holding an undernourished baby.

The legacy she left behind is enormous. And this is what the sons are trying to convey to the world. They want us to remember Diana as a woman who gave her heart and soul into making the lives of others more meaningful, instead of remembering how tragically her life ended that day in Paris.

Life is very short. Diana is a strong reminder of how short it can be. She had fill that short years in giving joy to the people around her. And when my time here expires, I hope I've done well for my loved ones and the people around me.

Constant Reminder…

We did it last night at around 1.30am. It was good. We didn't go for second round though. As good as it felt, I think we were both quite tired.

Memories of Tok Siah were playing in my mind while we were eating the fruit. (Yes, we went eating durians last night, what did you think we did?) I quite missed her. The fruit was good but it didn't feel quite the same eating it there at the spot. I would prefer having a durian feast at home with the rest of the gang. It would be a blast. (Oii jom la kenduri durian, bila lagik!)

How I really miss the congregation of the freaks. While the rest are pretending to be working hard at the office, one freak is having a freaking good time in Kuching or maybe she's pretending to have a good time. Ok, I sincerely hope she's having a wonderful time there.

There was a time when we thought the bond would stay the same. As painful as it is, we have to accept that we are all changing. I remember someone said about change being the only constant thing in life. As it is with everything else, there is always a reason for things to happen. Now we understand each other a little bit better, don't we?

I really miss you people. Although we would repeat the same stories or gossip about the same people over and over again, never would I feel bored when it's you guys who are yapping. Now, excuse me, I think I'm going to cry…

A Spiky Tale

I know some people do not like clichés. Due to the fact that my creative juice is not flowing properly today, I am going to start the entry in a very cliché mode:


I love durian. I wouldn't say it is my favourite because when it comes to fruits, I don't have any favourite. I just like them. Of course, they are some fruits that I prefer more than the other.


When I was in primary school, Tok Siah (my grandmother) would collect money from my uncles and aunts so she could buy baskets of durians. All the small ones would wait anxiously at her house when the adults went out to get the fruit. There were many of those moments when she was still around.


It was one of my fondest memories of her. Besides the rich taste and the challenge of opening the fruit (as if), the memories of Tok opening the fruit with ease (she was strong), making bubur for us or pulut to go with it, made me quite 'attached' to the king of fruits.


These past weeks, my mouth have been watering for durian yet again. I mentioned it several times to Amir, but both of us just don't know the trick of picking the right ones. Between the two of us we might get larva-infested durians. Yes, I know, yuck!


But tonight we are getting them. Looks like we have to trust the pakcik or abang selling the spiky fruit to pick the really good ones for us.