will i am's delayed diary

Trekking and hiking is more up KH's alley. The timing of his trips are usually not compatible with my schedule because it would clash with Saturday market and Sunday mass. Finally he found something that fit both my timing and fitness level. The place is called Mars Hill, and is located in a palm oil plantation in Sepang. It was organized by a bunch of millennials, and were just tagging along. The meeting point was at a dragon fruit orchard ( so many of them along the way, no wonder the market is flooded with draginfruits! ) in Sepang. Unfortunately, the bunch of kids could not be punctual. The stragglers delayed the trip from 4:30PM to 5:30PM, wasting precious daylight. Lots of girls on the trip. Those who took the time to put on makeup, and bra tops were given a rude shock by how unforgiving the late afternoon sun was. On the hand, I came prepared with umbrellas and arm sleeves.  The terrain was mostly flat, with lots of cow pies scattered on the paths. Our guide for the day prov

For some time now, I've heard of Taman Saujana Hijau in Precint 11 of Putrajaya. I've seen some photos of it posted by a church member and an ex-colleague. Been wondering if its suitable to bring my mother. Early one October morning, we went anyway as we were sick and tired of Taman Bukit Jalil. It's approximately 16 kilometers from my house, about a twenty-minute drive. When we arrived, the parking situation was pretty chaotic, and I made a mental note to arrive earlier next time. From the car park, one has to climb a few flight of stairs ( bad news for the wheelchair-bound ) to get to the park. The stairs are narrow, and midway up, one has to perform the usual MySJ scanning. The park management should definitely look into constructing a separate set of stairs for smoother human traffic, and social distancing.  Taman Saujana Hijau is a park that spans 47 acres of land. The path snakes around a hilly terrain full of evergreens. Everywhere you look, you will catch sight of

On Sunday morning, mum and I went out to Taman Tasik Titiwangsa for a walk around the park. Arrived before 7 AM, so there was still ample parking along Jalan Temerloh. I misunderstood KH, so he was parked at another side. As the name suggests, it's a park around a lake, and its a big ass lake. Separated into the East Lake, and West Lake, both are connected via a short canal with a couple of bridges. The ecosystem of the lake seems well-maintained as efforts were taken to plant reeds, and other aquatic plants. The water was so clear that one could easily make out the fishes in it. In comparison, Taman Bukit Jalil's ponds are like overcrowded muddy aquaculture ponds.   The park is well-organized with clear paths for runners and cyclists. But Malaysians don't really care for such things. Haha. We'd be all over the paths. In places like Stanley Park , one could easily get run over by cyclists or roller-bladers. Overall, we didn't quite like this park due to the lack of

Note: Actually I got ahead of myself and mistakenly posted the Raya Haji post . This comes first! Whenever mum registers for a day trip with her buddies, it automatically becomes a day of company and coitus. Got our blood pumping in the morning ( before we pumped each other later ) with a trip to Taman Bukit Jalil. To my disappointment, it wasn't really a couple's exercise session. I did my thing, and he did his. With my lousy running stamina, I spent more time having a brisk walk and scaling the many stairs and slopes. Although I was by myself, it was an entertaining session. Bumped into my MIL who was doing her morning Tai Chi. Also managed to observe all sorts of advanced running techniques: Run and clap. Run with open arms. Run while slapping your thighs. Run like you're doing the breast stroke (FAVED). Along the way, I also saw Ong Tee Keat, but that was eclipsed by the sight of two young, tanned hunks who were running shirtless. Sorry, no spycam! In the end

The last time I attended 'A Run That Wasn't A Run' was in February of 2015-- the Alliance Pacer Runfie . In 2016, KH asked to me to join the IMU Chariofare . Woke up at 5:30 AM and by 6:00 AM I was out the door with mum. Easily found parking at the Sri Petaling LRT station and was at the starting point by 6:15 AM. The flag off for the 5 KM run was not for another half an hour, so we had a warm up session first. KH arrived at 6:30 AM. Moi: Why aren't you wearing your skanky pants? KH: It's just 5 KM. But I have it in my bag. Moi: Bring already then wear lo. KH: OK. Wakaka. For my benefit. From my observation, there weren't many 10 KM runners. The majority came for the fun run. In my opinion, the organizers weren't very organized. The PA system they used was quite a failure. Couldn't hear a thing they were saying. And when I could hear, I found that the language they used were bordering on bossy and impolite. Perhaps they are too used to 

At the designated ungodly hour, KH got up, donned his skanky pants, kissed me and went off to catch a cab to City Hall for the SAFRA Army Half Marathon . Flag off was at 5:00 AM. With sleep still thick on my eyes, I just gave him a few grunts of encouragement before falling back to sleep. Being the good hubby, I dragged myself to the 200 M mark before the finishing line to give KH some encouragement. The night before, Tater had given me instructions on the best place to wait. Unfortunately, I ended up on the wrong side of the road. But still, I kept my eyes peeled for KH. He was supposed to be done by 8:00 AM, but I didn't catch sight of him. Many more 10 KM runners compared to the 21.5 KM. Could easily tell them apart because they wore different colours. Suddenly, at 8:30AM, I received a call from KH. Rushed over to the Padang to meet him. Found him at the AIG tent with a black face. Turns out that DiGi's roaming had failed him and he had to borrow someone's phone to cal

My abnormal outdoor activity trend continued on to the second day of Aidilfitri. Mum and I went to Taman Bukit Jalil for a morning jog. A filming crew was there that morning but I don't really what they were filming. Glad to see that Taman Bukit Jalil is now home to some pigeons, storks and geese. Been hearing rave reviews about Good Taste Restaurant 's wantan noodles, so we went there for breakfast. There was a healthy crowd at their Jalil Link outlet and we managed to secure a seat near the toast grill ( not exactly ideal ). True to the tips on Foursquare, service there is really curt. The wantan noodles weren't anything to shout about. Maybe my expectations were too high. Just average charsiew . Not value for money. Curry noodles were equally disappointing-- oily and watery. The charcoal grill toast seems popular though. I would know since I was sitting there looking at the guy continuously putting bread on the grill. But from my observations, the bread was kinda