...and there goes my weight

I had managed to do some dieting a few months ago as I think I need to do something before I am synonymous with the word 'FAT' and my health deteriorate. I managed to do it with a diet which did not even left me feeling hungry at all and allows me to eat almost everything. It was the best decision I ever did and I even have to buy new clothes to allow me to look like not as if I am borrowing some hand-me-down clothing.

Then the usual culprit which makes diet goes awry came. The season to be jolly, Malaysia style. Eid Mubarak celebration which has to be celebrated for 1 month. With it comes the open houses and the food.

I ask you, if you love grilled lamb and nearly all the houses have it, wouldn't you at least have even a small piece. That is until that satay and that briyani rice to seem to call your name as you are passing them.

As I said, there goes my diet...

"Blame it on the lamb" - sings it like Milli Vanilli's Blame it on the rain...

Saturday night on wheel

No wonder they are one of the premiere export from United Kingdom. They are well-known to have very good music and their parties are legendary. They even have it on wheels. What I am talking about? Just look at this :

MINISTRY OF SOUND truck...

What do they carry actually, do they cater to live deejay session?

This is how much I love walking

I walked once every day for nearly a week in the early days of summer from a hotel near Notting Hill to another hotel near the Marble Arch in London. The walk is a scenic route as I had to past Hyde Park which was nice during the summer of 2002. It was actually in one of the day, I read a newspaper that within during one of the day I was there, it was the first day of summer.

However, my wife kind of hated me when I asked her to do this on all of our holidays especially if we are in a hot tropical weather like Malaysia. I remembered that she missed out on one beautiful sunset at one of the most beautiful island in Southeast Asia (which is Phi Phi Island) when she refused to follow me to go around the island on foot. I managed to get the picture on the sunset (which I still have not upload as a soft copy) and that is the motivation for us to go back there.

A few weeks back, right before Ramadhan, I picked up walking again and one of my most memorable walk was from the Bukit Bintang area in Kuala Lumpur to the Bar Council near Bangunan Sultan Abdul Samad. That walk brings me back to my school days when walking is the mode of transport. The building I past became a fodder for my memory....

Sex toy 2

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I was waiting for an appointment with a client when I decided to look for some skin for my Blackberry Storm. As always, the best place for something like that is a place called Sungei Wang Plaza in Bukit Bintang. As the office of my client is only a short distance from there, I did just that.

And that is when I found a sex shop nearly the same like I found in Europe. When I tweeted about it a few tweeplessaid it was there for quite some years already. So, what the hell was I doing smuggling those things I bought before in?

Just look at what is on offer :

Hmmm...

How jealous should a partner be?

Weird huh? To ask this question. In these modern time surely there are no man or woman jealous enough to make their partner too restrictive in their movement. But, without any jealousy it all, a relationship, I believe, cannot be sustained.

Being jealous is being caring.

However, it is still need to be done in moderation. If both of you are working, it will be impossible for any one of you does not deal with any other people. What is important is for you to get to know your partner's colleagues. Do know what happen in your partner's life at work and who is who?

I am one of the jealous type and my wife was too of my business partner when she just got to know me. The solution for us to bypass our jealousy was different.

The greatest compliment vs. the worse insult

The greatest compliment a man can get to boost his ego is :

"Who needs sex toy when....(insert your performance rating here)'

And the worse insult a man can get is :

"Are you in yet?"

And whoever said size does not matter really loves you....

Open Communication

I always believe in a relationship, regardless of the feelings of the parties or the arguments that may ensure, the best way to foster that relationship is to talk. You may want to sulk in a corner and cry your eyes out. That will be fine too but the best way to keep on talking to each other after that.

Sometimes, as a man, although people say men who sulk look ugly, I sulk too. And sometimes it become a silent treatment competition between the two of us. Then the monotony will break, either because there are only the two of us or because of friends, things will be okay again. Do we let what happened to be something we let go and just be water under the bridge?

Usually, we still talk about it. And I think that is for the best...

Sex toy

I had this one flirtation with disaster once when I travelled from the United Kingdom to Malaysia. I was trying to bring in into Malaysia some sex toys. Not those hard core one which have association with the word S&M but just those curious toys which I might not even used (actually all are properly used until they were unusable).

This particular one was not even for me. It was for someone else. It was those type of sex toy that is to substitute the genitilia that men have. It buzz and it is easy enough to be hidden in my luggage. Except it was not with my checked-in luggage. In my haste, it was left in my carry-on.

That was until I had the bright idea of asking my female colleague to carry it in her purse. I said to her at least if it was discovered when we were still in Heathrow, it will just be a nod, nod, wink, wink type of embarassment and if it was in Malaysia, they would just confiscated it.

In UK, it passed the x-ray machine.

In Malaysia, it was nearly discovered but thanks to some ingenious method of luggage packing, it passed the muster of the immigration.

Then just a few days ago, I discovered the existence of something which rendered all those mission impossible style of smuggling of the 'toy' useless

To be continued in tommorrow posting

Who do you look for when you need an ear

As someone who has been married for sometime, the only person I look for is rarely other than my wife. I talk to her about nearly everything, except for business decisions which I discuss with with business partners (although I do tell my wife certain things too).

There are a few instances, which usually involves family and even friends, when I was asked to be that ear where people use to tell their side of the story. As a practising syariah lawyer once, who handled Muslims family matters, I had my share of sob stories. As a man, who was single nearly all of my teenage life and twenties (never really had a steady girlfriend) I sometimes crossed over to the 'friend' zone and that is the position where you are the place the other half comes to tell their stories. Nowadays, I even had a few encounters, where men comes and tried to get me to be their shoulder to cry on (long story).

My best advice to everyone, either they are a man or woman, who are in a long term relationship is to always to have a friend. You might not know when you need one. This is not just in preparation of any disagreements or even heartbreaks which might then lead to bitter separation between you and your spouse/partner or whatever you call your other half, but this is also for any untoward accidents which people pass through in life due to natural disasters, wars or better known as force majeure. 

Unless you are quite good at drowning yourself in sorrow. Alone...

And off they went to Bristol

My elder brother and his family went off to Bristol in United Kingdom last Thursday. As it was quite a while since anyone go off to study within our family, there was quite a crowd sending them off. He was not as sad as he was first send off somewhere when he was younger. I remembered he even cried when he was sent off to boarding school. He was 13 then. Then he furthered his study in USA and he then became a seasoned traveller.

As for me, I rarely tell my parents where I was going in my globe-trotting days, which is way past. Then, I only go anywhere if I don't have to pay anything. Oh, there are ways to get that and that was another lifetime ago. I don't do that anymore. Nowadays, all my travel is paid for by myself and for my own pleasure.

The one who has a reason going to Bristol is my sister-in-law. She is furthering her study. She is an English teacher with a Masters from a local university. So, I guess she is going to Bristol to do a PhD in English? Anyway, they went there with my niece and nephews. There are 5 of them and as my SIL is qualified, they all got to travel in business class. Lucky them!

They will be there for 4 years (unless they suddenly migrate there) and that will mean my siblings will be less one during Eid Mubarak next year. With only 3 of us, that will be a small gathering indeed.

Here are the pictures of them flying off :

Business class check-in

Their luggages

Auntie taking her final pics with the kid

With their cousins

The grandma starts to cry a river

Uncle's turn