Saturday, 19 August 2017

The Fun Run

Hi friends

Today (19/08/ 2017) I did something out of the ordinary, that which can help break life monotony. You know what. I took part in the 5 km Fun Run

I have been exercising extra hard in the past week to make sure that I have enough stamina to finish the run and the most important is  . . . not to finish last hehe.

I was a little worried too because recently I faced some health issues and fear that still, what if I tergolek on the track!

Everything turned out well. Unnecessary worry, unlike my other family members who were so full of enthusiasm. In fact my sister my niece and my hubby were among those who finish earliest. Congratulations to them.

Me? Okey. I completed!

My daughter was with me throughout the run, escorting me. She would have finished earlier too if she wanted but preferred to tag along with me ( was she worried about me) Joining in was just for fun anyway.

Ahh let me congratulate myself for not finishing last hehe.

I was happy that I did not get chickened out and retreat and stay back. I was thinking about that possibility yesterday. I would have missed the opportunity to experience what is it like to be running and walking along with so many people in a race, that is if you can call it a race.. It was such a big crowd. It was so much different from walking alone.

Happiness is . . .burning calories

If you were wondering what event was that, it was the Larian Sukan SEA held  in Putrajaya . They have the fun run so that ordinary people like you and me can also participate .

Would I join such an activity again in the future, Yes I would.

Don't just stand by the side and just look on.

Stay active stay healthy and be happy.

Bye . . .

Friday, 18 August 2017

Shall We Not Learn

Rising temperature
Smoldering fire
And losing culture
Shall we not learn from nature
See the birds there
Feather of the same color
Flocking together
Perched on the tree and on the wire
Conveyed in their chatter
Perhaps about the weather
I don't see them pecking at one another
And no fierce scratching either
But only picking out dirt from a friend's feather
That gentle squabbles in courtship behavior
So very soon settled
Talons and claws
Are meant for intruders

Monday, 14 August 2017

Hitting It Harder


My left hand tossed it high, my right hand swinging to strike it down hard. I have learnt to do it right. And sometimes I would produce an ace 😤 much to the chagrin of my opponent whom I know most time would underrate my ability 😏.

Ouch . . . why this time I missed the ball. The racket weighted my right hand until it hurts.

Awakened suddenly, my right arm was hurting.

It was all about yesterday's tennis. The excitement got carried into my sleep.

Hey don't pass me as a standard six student writing an imaginary composition titled I dream of tennis.

This  I am telling is true. My arm really hurt. I know the reason. I slept like a log, being so tired. I am more comfortable sleeping on the right than lying on the left. My arm could have been compressed throughout the night. Lying on the left would not take me to a good sleep. Feel heavy. Could it be because of my big heart. My chest x-ray was reported as, likely cardiomegaly.

Ah lets talk about a more exciting matter than on what that can make you worry.

Yeah about yesterday's game that found its way into my sleep hehe.

The game can find its way into my dream? I am not a child, say whatever, but yes yes. Too interesting or too frustrating to forget, sometimes.

I love tennis . So are my gang here. Nobody should speak down to us insinuating that tennis is not for the old and the haggard (😒😠). Respect yea, we are seniors (read old).

Tennis is in our blood. One of my tennis friends even said he is okey if he is fated to die at the tennis court. We have been playing for so many years already and will continue to play while we still can.

Back to yesterday's game.

Earlier in the day it was raining hard. The club informed that the court was not playable when queried. Some of us the real hard core kaki tennis just went without thinking about the court being wet.

Since we, me and three other friends were already there we insisted on playing . The grounds man gave in but told us to only use old balls. Alright . . .Gleefully we went in.

Yes the court surface was still wet but the water had seep down. There was nowhere water ponding seen. The court has good drainage. The surface is of artificial turf and it has been properly built and maintained and was sanded just recently. There was no fear of it to be slippery. The condition was playable except that the ball would get wet hence we were not given new balls.

We were okey with the old balls. Used tennis balls, that is.

In the beginning it was alright we started hitting, smooth and effortless. As the game progressed the ball soaked up the water and became heavier. The ball bounce was kind of slow. You need to move faster to get to the ball and make adjustment in your stroke.

Sometimes the adjustment made was not good enough. You see we are just ordinary players . . .

It was hard to play when the ball became heavier. So try to compensate by hitting harder. If from the base line, you need to put more force on your grounds stroke. If too much you would send the ball out. Tennis is a game of skill not only about physical strength.

The lob ball would not go high and spinning. Opponent would be able to smash the ball back into your court. Nothing you can do in return but to just look in dismay.

Even the volley wouldn't be effective as the oncoming ball may also be slow and lame. If  you are real good at the net then only you can volley the ball beautifully back into the opponents's court.

And those who like to surprise and trick the opponent with a cunning slice would not be able to do so with finesse on a wet ball. Most time the ball will get caught in the net. ( By the way, I call this a coward shot).

With all the problems yesterday's game was tiring yet exciting. The friend who chose to nap would surely feel regret when she got my message. Purposely made her feel sore hehe.

Everyone worked hard at the game, cooperating well with their doubles partners, all so focused in trying to execute good shots and less of errors. At times there were bursts of laughter. At times, disputed line calls.

Me, I just enjoy the game. I love playing at the base line hitting cross court or down the line or strike a short and sharp shot to the sideline. Feel the satisfaction of getting the killing shot landed right on the line yeahh! A winner, undisputed.

Sending shots far to the back of the opponent requires good technique and strength and if the ball is wet you got to really whack. And to the one who underrate me I whack harder still huh!

Perhaps, yesterday, it was too much of whacking but less of skill and strategy, hence my aching arm . . .

I think I need to be away from the tennis court for a while to give my arm a rest.

I would go look for my avian friend instead . . .

The silhouette. Can you spot the kingfisher?

Whoever plays tennis will surely agree  that it is a good sport. For ordinary people like me it is not so much about competing though no doubt you want to win when you play. I have been playing since young but I never get bored with this sport.

It is just that playing tennis makes me happy.

"Keep calm and play tennis"

Bye . . .

Thursday, 10 August 2017

Sunday Morning Musings


Here I have a few pictures taken on the last Sunday morning.

A beautiful morning is not a time to be missed and not a time to be slaving away in the kitchen, washing sweeping or mopping. All that can wait. The cheery morning can last for just so long as the sun would soon be strong and the heat unbearable. Or may be it could suddenly change to cloudy and then raining hard. So enjoy while the weather is fine.

So there on that fine Sunday morning I walked around and randomly pointing my camera here and there but my mind was still thinking about the yesterday's happenings.

It was a joyous Saturday. But then the joy I felt did not just come from nowhere. It had to be sought. Life would just stand still if you don't make a move. Hence my endurance sitting in the car for more than eight hours(to and fro) of travelling in the same day.

It was a family event.  Greetings and handshakes. Smiles and  hugs. Jokes and laughter and sharing stories. And of course food, food and more food. A time to gather when there is opportunity.

From far and near we went there.

All for the bubbly little fellow.

An alqiqah cum berendoi for him. Welcome little one!

If I had not made my presence there I wouldn't get to feel the warmth and joy of being with them. I would have missed the meeting of brothers, sisters, nephews, nieces, cousins and the members of the third generation. And not to forget the besans. We are 'originally' four siblings but now the relatives and in laws had the usually quiet house overfilled . . .

It was fun to mingle, talking aloud and telling family stories that had no ends. Problems were pushed away to the back of your mind. Bring out only the good points and happy tales after all not everyday you are on such a joyful mood . . . but then . . . not everyone was behaving likewise.

I noticed some older members tend to be quiet but wise words poured out when speaking out their minds.

Those in their fifties appeared worrisome and showed concern when picking their food.

Some in their forties seemed never to care and belly laughed their way to a good spread as they were being cautioned. Who cares about diet at a time like this . . .

There were also some serious discussions among the young on challenges in study and work life but there was also sigh of relief of overcoming so much of obstacles and survived to see that all the sacrifices had paid off.

Yes of course it takes a lot of dedication and sacrifice to reach the absolute pinnacle of academic achievement . . .

A role model for the youngsters in the family

And the kids . . . oblivious to worldly problem  . . . the most happy.

And what does the future hold for the bubbly little baby in the handsomely decorated crib?

Ah . . . I  shouldn't lose myself in the rejoice of yesterdays or into thinking about the future of which I have no control . . .

Stay in the present . . .

A bee eater waiting to catch a flying insect

So that was it, picture of a beautiful Sunday morning.

Till next post , bye . . .

Tuesday, 1 August 2017

They Don't Have Towels

Hello everyone

If you see the thick and dense undergrowth, shrubs and bushes right opposite my house you would wonder why were we so stupid to have bought  this property, our house, which is just next to it. Me too was feeling the same at one time. There was a sense of regret and that we have made a great mistake . The adjacent area which we thought would be developed was not to be.

There are a few kampung houses there. The plot nearest to our home where once stood a house is overtaken by lush wild creepers and plants. The house was "stolen" and what is left behind is just the cement flooring. In fact the house disintegrated little by little, missing doors, missing windows, missing wooden walls and later vanished totally even the beams and poles/pillars.

Behind the said house there is another deserted house. And this house now is nearly covered by the shrubs and undergrowth. And the roof top sometimes becomes a resting place for the monkeys.

To create a buffer I planted crab claws and birds of paradise alongside my fencing facing the area hoping to mask off the not so nice sight. And on the other side of the dead end road bordering the vacant plot I planted hibiscus, bananas, mulberry, sour sop and even a coconut tree.

However now that plot of vacant land is not a bother to me anymore. The undergrowth at the vacant plot has become so thick and dense and so green and has covered the ugly remains of the the construction. It has a jungle look landscape with tall trees in the background. I like the sight and the freshness of the atmosphere especially in the morning after the night rain.

There must be many animal lives hiding underneath . I know. I hear them. Their croaking and cooing in the morning and sometimes at dusk would make me abandoned whatever I was doing, to go and have a look.

And last night it was raining birds and squirrels, snakes and frogs cats and dogs causing the vegetation to look so rich fresh and alive in the morning when the sun came out. Of course there were many kinds of sound as everyone was busy flying and calling out at one another but the most outstanding sound was the croaking and cooing from that rich undergrowth.

Hi there . . .   unexpectedly they were there on a coconut frond and not hiding as usual.  The two were happily preening and drying themselves. Ever so meticulous picking and probing at one another. They moved vigorously shaking their bodies and flapping their wings under the sun to "wipe" away wetness. They took quite a long time to do what they were doing.

Well . . . they don't have towels . . .

They were there preening as I watched them for nearly fifteen minutes before one of them moved away and the other soon followed and disappeared under the bushes.

These water hens, I like their clean look, white face, gleaming eyes, nice cinnamon brown feathers. They are beautiful and they sure take great efforts to maintain their good look.

A water hen
The water hen 
I hope no one will come to know about their presence there . . .b e c a u s e . . .these birds, their flesh is . . . a great delicacy. . .

Happy birding !

Bye . . .

Thursday, 27 July 2017

How To . . . . Blondies

Hi friends

I like to bake.

I don't really know why but one thing is certain.. I simply like to eat cakes, I don't mind having them for breakfast if I run out of breakfast food and happens to have cakes in the fridge. Since I am on a quite strict diet now I try hard not to bake even though the crave for it comes strong. But when situation arise I would willingly bake.

 Now when I think back, yes may be I am a little conceited. When those people who eat the cakes I bake tell me that they like the cakes because  it tastes good,  nice and fluffy and etc and wanting for more I feel proud and kembang hehe.

And when they said my cake deco is stylish or beautiful I am happy and will quietly gloat over it for days. I forget the hard work and the long hours of putting it together and at my own expenses usually.

Am I the only one having such an attitude, which I sometimes feel stupid.

Anyway it takes efforts to be happy, I believe. That is, by making others happy first.

So when a friend, a retiree too, suggested that we break our mundane life by having a pot luck get-together I agreed and without thinking much I offered my house to be the venue. And in my mind I already had what sweet treats to serve for them all.

I baked for them a date cake,  brownies and lemon  blondies.

I will share with you here how to make blondies .

Recipe is not my own, as usual it is from the internet. I stumbled upon it some time ago. I have made it a few times. This is quite a simple dessert, very few ingredients used. To me it tastes nice with its not too sweet and tangy lemony taste. My friends enjoyed it and was praising me, of course I demurely brushed aside the compliments but on the inside you can guess hehe.

Credit should be given to the person who concocted the recipe . Nowadays people are willing to share. Thanks to them all.

I am being ungrateful I forgot which website I referred to.

Here goes . . .

 Lemon blondies

3/4 cup flour
3/4 cup castor sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt

1/2 cup butter (soft)
2 eggs

1/2 lemon for juice

Zest of 1/2 lemon

For glazing,

Mix about 1/4 cup icing sugar to juice of 1/2 lemon. Stir.


As usual one bowl method.

Put all ingredients, except items for glazing, in bowl.

Start the mixer, mix until smooth.

Put batter in lined 7 inch square baking tin

Level it.

Bake at 165 degrees C about 25 minute. (My old oven took less.)

When baked take out from the oven prick the blondies with a fork.

While still hot dab the surface using brush dipped in lemon glaze.

Put the blondies in the refrigerator.

When cold and hardened cut into squares.

Served cold is best.



  • Make double recipe. Single measure is always not enough. And make sure every drop of the juice is squeezed out from the lemon. Perah sampai kering . . .
  • When stacking the squares in container put thin plastic sheet or cling wrap in between layers
  • Store them in the fridge
I love this lemon zester so effective and easy to work with
The zester

Mix everything
Use off set spatula to level the batter

Prick it
Dab with glaze laden brush

Lemon blondies

There you have it how to make lemon blondies.

Desserts by whatever name is sweet.

Bye . . .

Friday, 21 July 2017

Burn Them

Hi all

I am now on a crusade. Any available time I have it will be spent on efforts to accomplish that mission. It is hard I know and I must not give up when things don't seem to move. I keep reminding myself never to get discouraged if I falter along the way.

Am quite happy with the efforts I made so far because there are signs of success though I know real success will only come with patience honesty and good thinking.

Patience means I must wait and understand that to undo a  certain thing that has been there for years is not as easy as clicking the undo button on the computer.

Honesty? I must not cheat though sometimes we humans may succumb to temptation. Must have a strong heart by which I mean strong will power.

Good thinking?  With access to all sorts of information and facts, right or wrong, and differing opinions we need to filter them. We need to use a lot of common sense . Caution should be exercised so that we are not misled.

Yes angina-like symptoms and a pounding heart beat is a very frightening experience . All this while you think it only happens to other people.  Accept the fact that there is strain and stress and wear and tear to the "machine" that has been working for so many years even though you thought you nourish and take good care of it. Though the pounding doesn't come too often it is just common sense that I need to do something to address the problem.

So you see one important step that need to be taken seriously is to reduce the extra burden the body is carrying. The fats that has been piling on over the years I think has become too stubborn and too sticky and that has played havoc to the organs, clogging vessels and hampering cellular functions inside there contributing to the unhealthy condition which causes the pounding heart. Pounding, not just flutter, mind you. Many things are not right as the lab test shows. True, the culprit is the fats. Burn them those fats!!

The limited hours of tennis and swimming and dancing exercise that I put in is not enough to melt down the fats and shrink the fat cells. I have to add more hours for physical activities. That was why I stated earlier that at any time free I would use it to put more efforts to get these fats burnt. Meaning that the time when it is so nice to curl on the sofa and laze around will instead be activated by whatever physical which will raise the metabolism.

Lets go exercise!!
It is good to have a fit ball at home. You can sit wobbling on it while reading blogs. You can roll on it if you have flexible body. Me, an old woman, the body is supple no more so I will just bounce it basketball style. Keep bouncing it until you sweat. The action would become smooth and voluntary after some time which then enable you to dream away to kill the boredom of the repeated action.

If I listen to the music I won't just be lying or sitting and listening. It is good to tap your feet, remember those who have restless foot syndrome are mostly pencil thin. That's what I notice anyway. It has got something to do with their restless feet, I believe.

If nobody is watching get up and move your body . Enjoy. Shake and sway to the rhythm of the music. Or pretend you are a prima donna performing on stage to a song such as the one below, be as expressive as the the vocal and s-t-r-e-t-c-h . . .  tai chi style, to the high and low of the melody  hehehe.

If somebody happens to notice your weird way ignore them , they just don't understand your desperation.

But don't overdo lest your heart will start pounding. The idea is to move moderately, at times intensely, so that the calories would keep burning.

Well these extra moves and plus some housework help burn calories. 

I am thinking of getting a hula hoop, just to add variety, but I wonder whether I still can twirl that hula hoop around my body. . . hah hah hah . . .

The second part of my crusade is dieting. By the way  I call it crusade because to lose weight requires really, really great efforts. It is a struggle. You have to put heart and soul into it otherwise it will be a failure, a frustration. Have you ever seen the weight loss program on the TV? Well I am having one, my own hehehe.

I was advised to eat like a goat. A big percentage should be greens and raw is better.  Cut down carbohydrate.  No fried food. No cakes and cookies. No kerepek.  With so many restrictions can you tahan? I have to. No cheating. Just think, a few pieces of kerepek pisang gone into your body has calories that requires so much efforts to burn them. It is better not to consume. Curb the urge to binge. Munch on fruits.

Bulbul enjoying mulberry fruits

Sometimes friends too have lots of tips. Many share their experience, their own or their mother's or their father's. Some very highly opinionated.  Some are conflicting just like what I read somewhere someone said milk is for the babies and cow milk is for the cows. All along I thought milk is good for adults too and non cows . . . sigh . . .

The evidence that my effort is paying off is in what can be seen and what can be measured and most important of all what the latest lab test indicates. So far the results are encouraging. The triglycerides is down a good percentage meaning some fats did melt off, rid off. The best thing is I feel light and feeling better health wise .

Hey now I am thinking whether the good thing that happens is due to my exercise and diet efforts or is it due to the supplements I am taking. Which is supporting which.  It is all about economy. Exercise is free. The supplements and the tests and the consultations with the nutritionist at the wellness clinic don't come cheap. But then when you get alarmed over your health status to whom do you go if not to the professionals.

 Lo . . . I have written quite a long entry hope you find it interesting. . . just like to share my experience with you dear readers.

Now sweat it out with these music . . .


Phew . . .

Friday, 14 July 2017

Blue Kingfisher Blues

The Kingfisher
The kingfisher perched high on a casuarina branch

Walking along the beach at the sea front
My feet would sink in the soft loose sand
It slows me down
Making  me stop and stand and look around

There perched on the kasuari branch
I have seen many a time
A bird glowing blue shone by the morning sun

Sometimes you appear without a sound
Sometimes your shrieking can reach the ground
I know, you are calling a friend
I hope to meet up with more of your kind

Then you would disappear, flying away at lightning speed
Though doubting your coming back , I would still patiently wait
And as my patience is running thin
There you unexpectedly soon come again

Ah . . . you are back alone without companion
Though you keep calling with your piercing sound
And a mouthful to share to bait attraction
No one seems to pay any attention
It is okey friend
Here I am . . .

The Kingfisher
The Kingfisher 

Wednesday, 12 July 2017


Hi friends

Old people have tasted more salt they say. Meaning they have more experience, they have seen many things and have more knowledge. Really?

As you live through the years you just try to manage the everyday things that are of the immediate concern to you, yourself, your home your family. Outside that sphere you know nothing and you don't really care.

Soon after when you are retired or free from those responsibilities you look back on life and realized that all these while you have missed so much and you know so little and then  you might be overwhelmed by regrets.

And one regret might be that you have not studied hard or smart enough to gain entry to the sekolah tinggi which allow you to have a better life.  Yaaaah I never step into university . . . Ahh during my time so few people get into university anyway . . . Call me sour grapes . . . haha.

Lucky are those who can gain entry here

Inspirational tour. exposure at an early age
And then you also realized that you were not observant enough and that makes life before were just boring existence. To prove a point, you only now know that there is a bird of this nature, it has a red patch on its tail . . .

Not that it is so important that you must know this but . . . but you feel great when you can show off to your friends that at this age you are still bursting with life that you still have interests and not just hibernating in a shell.

And when you get a message like this off you go . . of course . . .

Well friends my entry this time is like gila gila . It must be the hangover from too much lemang and ketupat and the rendang.

So forgive me but I still hope that you enjoyed reading the entry.

Bye . . .

Saturday, 1 July 2017

Raya - Going Home, Coming Home, At Home

Salam Raya to all

I have started composing this entry a few days back but only get to continue today. Its raya . . .

Now everyone has gone back to work though some continue their holidays else where, don't we have 30 days to celebrate? As for me, a retiree, I have the luxury of time but not of money to take me to places but then its ok I like just being at home, just appreciate the pictures sent . Anyway you can get rain and sunshine where ever you may be.

This time as usual our celebration started on the eve with the takbir raya and since this time my house was the last destination it was already late when everything done and the group left. One am? Two am? But it's ok because that's one of the ways you can do if you want to have the feel, the spirit of Aidil Fitri, and to bring upon the mood of raya into your home.

A moment like this would remind you of the time long gone. Those days as the raya was nearing I would be busy preparing to balik kampung. With the family was still very young, mother busy, father clumsy, children making tantrum sometimes, you can imagine the situation and going home was a must. What with the bad winding road and the heat and the dust and sometimes the rain. You need to be tough to endure the long journey, or else your fasting will terburai,  remember, that time there was no highway and no RnR.

Actually no one forced us to undergo such a hectic tiring routine to join the rush every year but when it was time its just in you to join the exodus. You would not want to be left behind and realized that only your house was lighted at night. And you wondered why that missing feeling.

Whatever, everyone was on the go. Destination was home. Balik kampung was a must.

The situation now when the family has matured, the children have left the nest, from my point of view home is a vacuum waiting to be filled come hari raya. The otherwise quiet place burst into life as the car door opened and out came the girls. Just like in the TV ad aha. The home coming was a sweet moment though we do quite often meet. My mother must have felt the same a long time ago, I think. So the rush of balik kampung was worth it after all.

How about a situation where you have a family coming back to you and you yourself need to go back and see families and kins left in the kampung. Do you need to do that. As a person in the middle generation you sometimes feel it tough to full fill this unwritten rule. It is hard to oblige and then be called a benevolent person(?)

No doubt a celebration like this is best if all including the extended family can be together but at certain time in your life you want things to be done your way, call me selfish, never mind, that on the big day you are at home, and stay home celebrating with your very own family and get to entertain own siblings and own friends who come to visit.

Let not our own home be closed and appear lonely. Let our own home exudes the warmth and spirit of hari raya. A picture of rejoice. So stay home!

And this time I had it my way. It was nice to be in my own setting, us sitting around the table chatting over good food, cracking jokes and laugh our hearts out. And talking about non serious topics that go on and on randomly but no, no malice but full of goodwill. All happy and so relaxing in your own home.

chirping over food
Indeed Aidil Fitri is a time to celebrate and rejoice and in ways we are most comfortable with. Well I have been through many rayas but at the end of Ramadhan every year I would still be anticipative of the day.

Hope you too enjoy this Hari Raya.

Thursday, 15 June 2017

Eat Less Burn More

Hi friends

Time flies fast. Its already into the third week of Ramadhan.

Fasting is not a something hard to do for me in fact I like fasting. Not a burden at all. Apart from full filling and performing my religious duty I take this opportunity to try to diet hoping to reduce some weight ( think body fat and  cholesterol).

Eat less definitely and if we can burn more that will be good especially to people who are on the brink of obesity . . . mmm . . . just like me.

And this time so far my other half is not so gung ho about the buka puasa as the bazaar ramadhan nearby is lacklustre not really so full of tempting goodies as in the past years. Good ! I say . . . So its home cooked meals for us, we can control the sugar and salt and fats used in cooking right?

Aah but then I am the one doing the cooking . . .hmm 😩

Even last week when the children and all came over we did not have an elaborate and much more than enough full spread unlike in the past years when the table became too small to accommodate the many types of servings - home prepared and bought to cater for all the different needs and wants.

Everybody seemed to be quite health conscious nowadays eating less and choosing healthy food, no too sweet kueh etc and by fasting it can be done. When you fast its about curbing temptations right?

Think again, fat and cholesterol or being diabetics or just a 'pre'. One needs to exercise. I need to burn them, those fats thickening my blood and those clinging and disturbing my liver making it less efficient and those under my skin making me an ugly old woman.

When you fast your energy is running low as the hour is passing. Of course I stopped playing tennis in puasa month. That only leave me with swimming which I do in the morning and which makes me go sleepy mid morning.

How about cleaning house that involves climbing stairs and ladders? That need to be done, ah with those sparrows making a mess on my windows. That walking and climbing will give me some exercise.

Don't call it mad if you see a lone figure puffing and working out in the shadow of the mulberry tree in the night. Yes I need to achieve my 10000 steps though that won't burn much I know, I believe a little would still be better than nothing just think, being a couch potato glued to the tv expending nil energy unless you keep standing or moving and watching. I have to keep moving and keep the calories burning otherwise the money I spend at the wellness clinic will come to naught.

Standing uses energy
But last week for a few days the children were here and then after that I followed them to their  home. To be with the children I need not have to do a designated exercise. Being with them attending to their needs is already counted as exercise. Its happiness anyway, with all their antics. Only on some days in school holidays we are able to be together so I appreciate the togetherness and not minding missing my own exercise routine. Anyway laughing out loud until your body shakes helps to burn away some calories too . . . hah hah hah kah kah kah.

The girls are not moving much during the puasa days and being occupied by their home works and such. Though the older girls would want to help out in the kitchen I would rather not have them as they could fall asleep while standing! It happened once, really, lucky there was no accident. I prefer them to do their own thing like learning to write.

Learning to write Japanese alphabet
In between cooking and doing other household chores and minding the children I still would sneak to the outside when I hear the sound of birds .  A little running to the outside and standing there for sometime and watching and taking photographs of the birds still counts, it burns calories  . . .

By the way here's the bird . . .

Comel . . .

Hmm true, fighting the bulge is not an easy task, we keep 'spreading' despite all the efforts made. So we make the dress bigger and make the belt looser ha ha. But dear friends if we give up we will have health issues sooner or later.

Me, as I indicated earlier will always welcome Ramadhan. A time, a reminder for us to look inwards to purify and to cleanse in every sense of the word.

Happy Ramadhan.