DON'T DO THIS!

Yesterday was another 34 minutes of 4.3KM run at the side of the man-made lake. It was slow and tiring run which I did not expect as the rain was pouring when I arrived. I decided to perform my Asar first before went back and fetch my baby. And then, the rain stops. Quickly get change and run before its dark. 

It was cool, as the breeze of the post-rain slapping your face while running, which, should have, boosted the motivation to run faster than usual. Yet, I couldn't because I stuffed my belly with, plenty I should say, of KEPOK LEKOR, during the meeting an hour before that. So I ran slow, with good average momentum, as usual. 

Until I saw THESE!

Things that should be banned at the Jogging Course:

1. Married couple taking pictures, posing & kissing all over the place, with just married attire which shows cleavage. Is this really necessary to be held at a joggers spot?

2. Unmarried couple sitting on the bench (I know because married couples merely do this), with office shirt on, sitting closed together, and I don't know what happens when no one runs by.

3. Man and Women (I don't want to assume what are their status) runs together, holding hands, laughing, and tell the whole world they were the happiest couple in the world and were meant to be together. We're glad to know that.

4. Strollers, with jeans, and slippers. Please, walk some other time or some other place, Alamanda would be much more suitable.

5. Picnicking. Come on. Is this really needed? Go to the beach, waterfall, or anywhere else. You don't picnic to see others in sweaty shirts and tights. Its only for us runners. Its not suitable for the whole family.

Except for the construction nearby that really irritates my sights, those are the thing that should be removed from the jogging spots. Its not only causes distractions to our focus, but also its making the place to crowded until the air is not enough for us joggers. So folks, please keep off our fields. 

Sincerely

Slowjogger

DULL MONDAY

Gambar Hiasan

NOT REALLY IN THE MOOD TO WRITE ANYTHING. TODAY'S ACTIVITIES:-
1. OFF TO WORK WITH A SMOOTH UNLIKELY TRAFFIC, WHICH IS AWESOME;
2. PUNCH IN AND NO ONE ELSE ARRIVED IN THE OFFICE;
3. ITS ALREADY MORNING DUA', AND YET NO ONE IN THE SECTOR;
4. AHHH, THERE'S MY BOSS, CC, SUZI N KAK ZOR;
5. TURN RIGHT, NO ONE TO TALK;
6. TURN LEFT, THE SAME;
7. TURN ON THE FACEBOOK, ITS DULL;
8. READ ON PAPERS, ITS STUPID;
9. SHOP ONLINE (OK)
10. YET IT'S STILL DULL MONDAY
I COME WITH SINCERITY, BUT I JUST CAN'T SEE EMPTY PLACES AS I TEND TO GET SLEEPY. MAYBE I NEED TO JUST WORK FROM HOME. LET SAY, NEW YEAR? THAT WILL BE VERY INTERESTING AND I'M A PRO IN INVESTING ALL THAT GAS AN TOLL I'VE SAVED IF THAT EVER REALIZED. IT WILL, IN YOUR DREAMS!! 

Obsessed

Its not like I'm that good at tennis, I just started months back. Just a single racket though. Sloppy, inconsistent ground stroke, soft serves, untidy backhand. It equals to, loser. Yet, I just love the game. And most of all, I love the shoes. This is the way to go. Just my type of shoe. Its going to be another long month this January. $orry. hahaha. 

Touch the Top of the World

Virgin touch at "the land under the wind", 13-16 December 2012. It is said that, the island did not experienced tornado, storm, unlike the Philippines. I am focused to the myth and the folklore told by the tourist guide. I felt like we are recording a television show, a documentary. POYO LAH KAU NIH! There's a place in KK called Tamparuli. Nothing much about this place, but where the names Tamparuli came from is what caught my ears. According to some theory, Tamparuli came from the English word 'Temporary'. Its kinda cute for a scientific theory. What is to be remember during this so called trip is the ride up the stream towards Poring. Its a place name anyway. The breeze, so calming, cold, refreshing, i would even walk for days to reach there. Maybe one day, I'll open up my head to walk up to Mt. Kinabalu. It looks very welcoming though. Just to feel the cold and stuffed nose. Anyway, I'll bring my gang here the next time, to appreciate the nature, AND, not for the hectic market. But I know, if I brought them, that's the way to go. KK is just OK. 

                                                                                                  

    

The Wanted $

Come of late, I quite frequently be at this state, a state where, bank account that show withdrawal limits, yet, my shopping list keep on growing. Why is that? I don't know. Maybe its a sign of aging. Like wrinkle, the line appears to be numbered and countless each day, even with the most expensive of soap we put on. I know, I'm not the only one, each one of us has been, recently, or currently, at the moment, experiencing the same exact phenomena. It is good to be rich. You don't have to think about tomorrow. But, there's no thrill to that. Work something out. It'll come. Patient is key. (SODAPKAN HATI JO!)

                  

 

I admit, this is not far to catch, yet, I need to think about tomorrow. Why? Because I don't have a bank which won't show my withdrawal limits. But its OK. This is not far. Not too far. Not that far. Just within range. Just. 

What will BE, will BE

Mizuno BE! 

Ever heard of this phrase? Of course, que serra serra is how its completed. Saturday ago has been my day out with purpose. Just to stroll around and waste the sand on the clock, until, i met him!
God has created something that really catch my eye and my heart pounce like crazy, and it stick like magnet when i tried to fit it in. Ever since, I always heard this whisper in my ears, this vision on my eyes, that tells me, " Hoi, beli sudah!". It sounded and appeared clearer and in high definition as the days goes by. It triggers my wallet and it speaks by itself, "You should have a new hobby, something that is costly". Instead of  golf, this is the way forward. So, I guess, its time for me to write my wife the most poetic of appeal letter, for me to have this hobby, shoe collector! This is great! hahaha. Sayang, please be kind.

Smile

The whole world seems to be sharper, clearer, the road looks like its really straight and yet, i don't want to see the end. All the sweat that dripped down my chin was so ever meaningful. 

The gold rains through the season to grow the seed, keep it watered and just set fine and healthy. It is clear now, stronger the belief, that every rules followed accompanied with sets of blessing, you might not notice it at first, and even, felt like it was a new bills of burden. 

No, its not. His promise, is Greatness. His trophy, is not even money could buy. His pleasure, is the way forward. This joy is not something that Universal Studios could make up. 

Dear Allah,

This is Great. This is Beauty. This is True. 
For all the wrong doing of my age, for all the sin I've made, for all the mistake i stepped, you give me This. This is Gold. This is Treasure. This is Soul. I cherished every moment, from the first cry, the first kiss, the first touch, the first song. I gave my all to ever let This one became a mirror of my. This should be my savior, our savior. 


Now,


My days was incomplete without This cry, This baby-smelled, This big father-son hug. No. I don't want this to end. I won't let it, with all I've got. I won't let my story been written in His story, let it be history, all these misery. I pray that This won't set himself in complexity, not walking to the wrong tunnel, and This would pray for me too.

This joy is my joy and our joy. 
Babah & Mama loves you Megat Muhammad Raa'if.