Haj Mabrur Our Wish

Back to Balance

Tho I am not suppose to work out during pregnancy, well I'm doing it a little. I'm craving for working out, the patience to be all out has put me to the test.

Mind-body workout coordinates movement, breathing and awareness. It gives health and well-being on several levels eg : physical, emotional, psychological and spiritual. Because of the enjoyment of those days and of its benefits to me and now I know as for the practice, the time-honored art of working out accepted as self-care during pregnancy and preparation for childbirth and motherhood.

Of course it feels good after a short practice and yet long for a longer one. I'm releasing the real practice in words here :)

Stand upright, hands on the sides...
it relies on breathing techniques to make the practice fruitful...
Exhale and inhale provides oxigen to the whole body, ohhh it is so nice If I could be stucked on my mat :) and feel fairness beautiful you and me.

...Our yesterdays are but dreams

Our tomorrows merely visions

but today lived well makes

Every yesterday a dream of joy,

And each tomorrow a vision of promise...

Umbrella - I sang the song on stage :)

You have my heart
And we'll never be worlds apart
Maybe in magazines
But you'll still be my star
Baby cause in the dark
You can't see shiny cars
That's when you need me there
With you I'll always share
Because...

When the sun shines
We'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath
I'mma stick it out 'till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Told you we still have each other
You can stand under my Umbrella
You can stand under my Umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella eh eh)

These fancy things,
Will never come in between
You're my entity
Here for Infinity
When the war has took it's part
When the world has dealt it's cards
If the hand is hard
Together we'll mend your heart
Because...

When the sun shines
We'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath
I'mma stick it out 'till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Told you we still have each other
You can stand under my Umbrella

You can stand under my Umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella

You can run into my Arms
That's okay don't be alarmed
(Come into Me)
(There's no distance in between our love)
Gonna let the rain pour
I'll be all you need and more ooohh
Because...

When the sun shines
We'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath
I'mma stick it out 'till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Told you we still have each other
You can stand under my Umbrella
You can stand under my Umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)

It's raining
Ooo baby it's raining (raining)
Baby come into me
Come into me
It's raining
Ooo baby it's raining
Come into me
Come into me

Sundays in My City

Sundays are just good for me to have breakfast at the table. As other days would be infront of the computer :) btw Saturdays are as good.New discovery on Sundays market. It's been sometimes ago I saw baby shark at Redang. It was swimming with me. It's too late to rescue this one.

Back to balance on Sundays is amiss, I still continue some light poses for bigger tummy :)

Nice Sundays having lasagna at The Coffee Beans.

Sundays spa at home will just do for two.

Sundays out in the wood was just perfect.

Sundays stretch :) this is what I do and wanna do, always.

Sundays walk by the ocean.

Letter from President - What I want for You and Every Child in America

I read the letter of Barack Hussein Obama from our local magazine. Easy way to copy paste, I found it the MSN

I used to recieve letter from mom before she went to work too, the breakfast is ready on the table together with other lists in the fridge :)

‘What I Want for You–and Every Child in America’

By President-Elect Barack Obama PARADE Magazine This Tuesday, Barack Obama will be sworn in as our 44th President. On this historic occasion, PARADE asked the President-elect, who is also a devoted family man, to get personal and tell us what he wants for his children. Here, he shares his letter to them.

Dear Malia and Sasha,

I know that you’ve both had a lot of fun these last two years on the campaign trail, going to picnics and parades and state fairs, eating all sorts of junk food your mother and I probably shouldn’t have let you have. But I also know that it hasn’t always been easy for you and Mom, and that as excited as you both are about that new puppy, it doesn’t make up for all the time we’ve been apart. I know how much I’ve missed these past two years, and today I want to tell you a little more about why I decided to take our family on this journey.

When I was a young man, I thought life was all about me - about how I’d make my way in the world, become successful, and get the things I want. But then the two of you came into my world with all your curiosity and mischief and those smiles that never fail to fill my heart and light up my day. And suddenly, all my big plans for myself didn’t seem so important anymore. I soon found that the greatest joy in my life was the joy I saw in yours. And I realized that my own life wouldn’t count for much unless I was able to ensure that you had every opportunity for happiness and fulfilment in yours. In the end, girls, that’s why I ran for president: because of what I want for you and for every child in this nation.

I want all our children to go to schools worthy of their potential—schools that challenge them, inspire them, and instill in them a sense of wonder about the world around them. I want them to have the chance to go to college—even if their parents aren’t rich. And I want them to get good jobs: jobs that pay well and give them benefits like health care, jobs that let them spend time with their own kids and retire with dignity.

I want us to push the boundaries of discovery so that you’ll live to see new technologies and inventions that improve our lives and make our planet cleaner and safer. And I want us to push our own human boundaries to reach beyond the divides of race and region, gender and religion that keep us from seeing the best in each other.

Sometimes we have to send our young men and women into war and other dangerous situations to protect our country - but when we do, I want to make sure that it is only for a very good reason, that we try our best to settle our differences with others peacefully, and that we do everything possible to keep our servicemen and women safe. And I want every child to understand that the blessings these brave Americans fight for are not free—that with the great privilege of being a citizen of this nation comes great responsibility.

That was the lesson your grandmother tried to teach me when I was your age, reading me the opening lines of the Declaration of Independence and telling me about the men and women who marched for equality because they believed those words put to paper two centuries ago should mean something.

She helped me understand that America is great not because it is perfect but because it can always be made better - and that the unfinished work of perfecting our union falls to each of us. It’s a charge we pass on to our children, coming closer with each new generation to what we know America should be.

I hope both of you will take up that work, righting the wrongs that you see and working to give others the chances you’ve had. Not just because you have an obligation to give something back to this country that has given our family so much - although you do have that obligation. But because you have an obligation to yourself. Because it is only when you hitch your wagon to something larger than yourself that you will realize your true potential.

These are the things I want for you - to grow up in a world with no limits on your dreams and no achievements beyond your reach, and to grow into compassionate, committed women who will help build that world. And I want every child to have the same chances to learn and dream and grow and thrive that you girls have. That’s why I’ve taken our family on this great adventure.

I am so proud of both of you. I love you more than you can ever know. And I am grateful every day for your patience, poise, grace, and humour as we prepare to start our new life together in the White House.

Love, Dad

expat~ observes from expat magazine malaysia

An Article from Expat Magazine Malaysia

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Lance arrived in KL just a few months ago.
He brings a fresh perspective to understanding the
local scene that some of us ‘old-timers’ might have
forgotten. Lance hails from Perth.

I fell in love today. I was down at my local bank working myself up into a right old state over some ludicrous banking procedure that was taking over an hour to sort out, when out of the corner of my eye I saw an angel.

The angel was in the form of a beautiful young Malaysian girl. She was dressed in a stunning pink colored kebaya, which is a traditional style of dress I’d never really paid that much attention to before. But somehow this young woman made it seem glamorous, dare I say ‘sexy’ even. At a guess, I’d say she was about twenty two, twenty three (hey come
on, I can dream!!!).

Anyway, what struck me next was how petite she was, maybe five four, and yet she carried herself with such poise and confidence. She looked graceful,serene and completely at ease with who she was. She stood with a straight back, shoulders high and parallel, and she had long black hair that had the sort of shine and lustre that you see in those silly shampoo commercials, only hers was real.

I don’t know how long I was gazing at her,maybe half a minute, and then all of a sudden, for no apparent reason, she turned towards me and caught me looking at her through several slow moving lines of customers. Her first reaction was to smile at me, and as she did her face lit up like a christmas tree. She had sparkling doe-like eyes, and a broad natural
smile that can turn a sure-footed man into a wobbly mess. For a brief moment, perhaps three seconds, my world was perfect , apart from my legs which were a wobbly mess.

Then her boyfriend (I assume), some guy of about the same age came over, grabbed her by the elbow, and whisked her away. And that was the last I saw of her.Hey, it’s OK. I’m over it. I think I’ve fallen in love another fifty times since then.Not surprisingly, the beauty and mystery of Asian women is one of the most common topics of conversation amongst expat guys, especially after they’ve had a few. Yet it’s seldom spoken about in public. It’s like some kind of secret that we dare not share with our partner for fear of them developing a
complex (if they don’t have one already) about these angelic creatures who walk around in slinky, figure hugging size eight dresses, or tight fitting jeans (or kebayas even), with perfect skin and an infectious smile. But the fact is there are so many women up here who are just like that girl in the bank - they are absolutely gobsmackingly gorgeous. What’s surprising is that most of these girls seem to have no idea of their striking beauty. Maybe it’s
because you can see a Miss World Finalist just about everywhere: shopping malls, supermarkets, wet markets, clothing stores(especially clothing stores), music stores, book stores, shoe stores(another big favourite), hawker stalls, cafes, restaurants,small companies, large multi-national companies, advertising agencies, airport terminals, airplanes, fivestar
hotels, four-star hotels, three-star hotels, hostels, buses, trains, cars, taxis, motorcycles, plus the obvious places like nightclubs and bars.

For a bloke who has now lived and worked on four continents, Kuala Lumpur has turned out to be a wonderful surprise. It is blessed with more beautiful looking women per square metre than any other city on the planet. And when you think about it, it makes perfect sense.

The geographic location and political stability of Malaysia provides the perfect melting pot for Malay, Indian, Indonesian, Thai, Burmese, Vietnamese,Phillipino, Singaporean and Chinese cultures to move, mix, marry and multiply, which is what has been happening in towns and kampongs around the country for generations. So you end up with this extraodinary array of exotic looking women, and you see all these subtle genetic influences in skin
colour, facial features, hair colouring, body shapes and accents. It’s mesmerising.


Of course, looks aren’t everything - it’s what’s inside that counts right? Well again, Asian women are different. As a general observation, material possessions, status, and wealth do not seem to mean as much. Asian women tend to be family orientated, they usually have a strong faith, they look after themselves,they can cook up a storm, they’re charming and
intelligent and they go to great efforts to please, if not worship, their partners.
Clearly, for expat men who have grappled back home with the multiple roles of boyfriend or husband, soul mate, breadwinner, sensitive lover, responsible father, financial guru, astute real estate investor, wine and travel expert, witty raconteur, motor mechanic,
plumber, electrician, general handyman, and general all-round nice guy to everyone and everything,working up here, and enjoying the company of gorgeous Asian women makes a damn good change.

Even if it is only for a year or two. Anyway, I’m climbing down from my soap box now. I much prefer my high and mighty pedestal. Besides which, I think I’ve just fallen in love again.

Gotta go.
Lance