Let's travel to a land where nothing but love and happiness is brought among us and we live till we die in peace.

Travelling once in a while to some other place can also serve as a stress buster and relieve you from all the pains and pleasures. In the words of Maya Angelou, “Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.”

And that called for a road trip.

Last week, since it was a long weekend we decided to go for a little "jalan-jalan". Saiful and I, we never travel any more further than Bangi, or our second home Cyberjaya. It's either work, home, gym and work again. Since we just got ourselves a new ride (which we had named him Baby M, refer to my Instagram on the sidebar for pics) we decided to do some travelling.

Given not much of a holiday, and budget. The road trip listed down to either Genting Highlands or Melaka. I wanted so much to play that swing that goes up in the air and twirls around. But looking at the population on public holiday season, we figured out there's going to be a long queue up in the highlands. That left us to Melaka.

I realised as I grew up I don't have much friends that I could rely on, or feel comfortable being around with. But a road trip with just the two of us would be dead boring. And I tend to sleep even on short distance travel, so might as well get someone else to join the band wagon. Sirri, my primary school buddy agreed to join us.

Along came Saturday. 

Woke up early and went to pick up Sirri at his house. That dude was sure a tough one when it comes to waking up in the morning. But we managed to reach him in time. Had the usual roti canai breakfast and off we go on our little adventure.

My sexy Pilot

Traffic was a little hectic, every one just seem to be travelling down south, perhaps to Legoland, Johor Bharu maybe (our next future plan trip). We literally crawling bump to bump on the road. After a whole lot of karaoke-ing in the car we reached Melaka after 2 hours.

And of course, first thing to do was have lunch. The roti canai's and nasi lemak got burned down after singing the whole lot in the car for 2 hours and we got hungry. Sirri brought us to a chicken rice shop called Hoe Kee Chicken Rice shop and we had the famous chicken rice balls. 

Nothing fancy, just chicken rice being clumped into balls.

After lunch we went for a walk through Jonker Walk or Jonker Street for some of us may called it. It was really steamy, hot burning weather out there. I was sweating heaps. Did a little shopping, got myself new leggings which was way cheaper than the ones selling online. Jonker Street is like mini Chinatown with all the Chinese New Year decorations going on.

 Sirri has this thing of taking pictures of our behinds

 My Mr Muscle 

Saiful, Me and Sirri being so much of a tourist

Being all sweaty by then, we decided to travel to Melaka Town, round the area and dropped by the local mall. Melaka hasn't changed much from the last time I came here. Same old mall, except for a few new ones, same old attraction, same old town. I guessed the next time I'll be coming here again maybe when I have my own family.

The town got us boring and we decided to travel into the inner part of Melaka since we're planning to have "ikan bakar" for dinner. Found a "Medan Ikan Bakar Serkam" but it was way too early for dinner.

Saw a sign board showing "Makam Tun Teja", look into Melaka history and you shall now bits about her. We also stopped by "Portugese Well" but not much of pictures for me to share.

 I didn't went inside as I wasn't properly dressed

Again, a behind picture by Sirri

 Long tomb for Tun Teja

There's also a well 

After much of sight seeing, off we went to dinner. Had fresh grilled fishes, lalas, squids and vegetables and for 3 person plus drinks it was only RM 99. So cheap. Way cheaper than KL. Much fresher too since the jetty where they load the fishes are just nearby.

Food and more food 

Had our early dinner, and we went back to Jonker Street. They said at night the scene will be much more livelier compared to daytime. To me it's just the same. Almost everyone selling the same thing at every corner. Tired of walking, Sirri brought us to a chinese shop that sells "Durian Cendol". Damn it was a very trippy cendol. Quite a fulfilling dessert.

Durian Cendol

Chilled in, playing with our phones and then it's time to go back home. We already decided in the first place not to stayed the night in, as Melaka is just 2 hours drive. Plus such a small town doesn't need much time to see everything it has to offer. Sirri became Saiful's co-pilot cause by that time I already dozed off at the back seat. Too much of Durian Cendol makes me sleepy.

I enjoyed the whole trip, it was our first road trip together and I hoped many more to come. Thanks to Sirri for showing us around Melaka town although he is not from Melaka. Thank you to Saiful for being the faithful pilot that drives us safely to and fro.

I'll end my post with this quote I found, "Whatever the journey is, it's not only the destination that matters, but the person with whom you travel".

Have a great week ahead my lovelies.

Sidenotes:

Let's travel to a land where nothing but love and happiness is brought among us and we live till we die in peace.

The thing about pain is that it demands to be felt.

Physically or mentally.

I have problem dealing with pain be it the first or the latter.

Yesterday I started my first fitness class. Yea, me in a Fitness class? It would be a miracle if my friends found out that I signed up for such thing. The nearest thing I ever got myself into gym was being approached into joining True Fitness when accompanying a friend to the gym once. Back then I only weight 45kg, so going to gym was like, who needs gym? I don't need gym nor ever do I think I need to run or jump or skip or do anything healthy in my life. 

Well guys, that was back then. 

Noticing that I've been prone to getting sick, allergies, headaches, ridiculous back pains, hormones spiking up and down triggers a sign to my guy (Saiful) that I am not fit. He secretly enrolled me on weekend fitness classes without asking for my concern, knowing that I've promise him time and again that I will work out, and exercise. Time and again also, it never happened. My bad.

Not that he didn't try very hard to get me into all this exercising mantra. Noted that he started buying me Fat Burner (dietary supplement), fitness hotpants, and constantly drag me into the gym almost every other day. Yet it failed to inspire me. Obviously my main attention is to lose weight all the time, each time I see a slim girl walked by. I have skinny khakis pants that I couldn't fit in anymore, even if I do it's after forcing myself in. Tops that I kept secretly hidden under my pile of clothes, not that it doesn't fit. Just that it will show a little belly shape. It is also very tiring to snap more than once each time I want someone to take a picture of myself, making sure the angle is right and I don't look fat in the face, the tummy or my thighs. 

So the story was, he just break the news to me in the car earlier this week that "You're joining Att's fitness class this weekend". Gosh, I felt my bones were twitching into smaller bits even before I had my fitness class. He reminded me the night earlier to not forget to wake him up, so that he will come all the way from Bangi to send me to the fitness class. 

Well of course I did sabotage my own first fitness class.

And I failed. 

Alarm rang and I went back to sleep for the next hour until he called and said he's on the way to fetch me. Sheesh. He is so serious into this. The night before he did say "It's okay baby, if you don't want to go". I guess it's probably now or never to him.

Heavy feet, I faithfully dragged my whole body and put on a smiley face for him. Feeling scared, anxious, nervous and (insert the most exaggerated feeling you could think of for me). He dropped me off and said goodbye. It's like a father who puts his daughter in a day-care centre and me like a baby feeling scared that my guardian (trainer) is going to be very the bully type and the kids (other trainees) are going to be better than me. Like stronger, slimmer, active than me. 

Jumping jacks, squat jump, speed skaters, burpee, jumping rope, high knees...etc. 

Whoa, I was so beat for the next 2 hours!

Although I woke up this morning with a massive leg pain resulting from doing things I never did before, (considering I even cheated my Physical Examination exam during my highschool days. With 40 over students in the class, the teacher doesn't bother how many pushups, sit-ups you actually do. You'll always get an A for Physical Examination) I was more excited than ever to go to my second class for today.

In a day, I've achieved results. Lost 10 kgs when I weighed myself at the gym. Hahaha, just kidding! The only achievement I've made was changing to 1.5kg dumbbells instead of the 1kg weight I used yesterday for the circuit training. Well that was a good achievement right? That 1.5kg might be 5kg next week and 10kg the two months.

Att showed me her picture, her way back then picture which was very inspiring. No slim juice, detox tea shit. Pure exercise and healthy food. Speaking of healthy food, oh God please spare me the joy of Nasi Lemak Sambal Sotong tomorrow morning. From now on it will be vegetables and fruits and whatever plants that I could consumed until I reached my ideal weight. Controlling what I eat at work is very hard as it's hard to even have a proper meal at work. But I have dresses I want to wear, and wedding gown I want to fit. So if you see me eat anything I shouldn't be eating, please snap me out of it. 

I think it's important to remember that to exercise you don't have to run a sprint. Yoga mat, light weights if you're a beginner like me and you're good to go. I hoped that I won't be the kind of person who would come out of the gym and go straight to McDonalds.

I had a great weekend, a new weekend activity shall I say?

I guessed each time I felt like I want to give up I need to remember what my friend May Lee told me, "It's not just about being fat. It's being healthy and being able to live life at its fullest together. Saying that, he cares for you."

Aww, I love you too my dearest Saiful.

I do hope Att continue to inspire me and outgrew the pig in me. Do check her facebook page Fit Ninja, Chick Warriors. Great tips and she post healthy recipes too. Well about cooking, that shall be another chapter in my life. 

Until then much love from me.

Sidenotes:

All the water could never sink a ship unless it gets inside. Likewise, all the pressures of life can never hurt you unless you let it in.

Happy 6th day of 2013.

Oh, Hi!

I hoped it's not too late to wish everyone Happy 2013!
I wished everyone had a great New Year's Eve, unlike me who spent the night at work surrounded by hippies across the street.

This year, instead of making New Year's resolutions, I'm making Old Year resolutions.

Where I look back at the things I did and pretend that's what I set out to do. I can't believe it's been a year since I didn't become a better person.

Fireworks display at work welcoming the New Year

I had a bouncy 2012 in the beginning, searching for a part of me that was lost in the middle of somewhere. Beaten down, tortured emotionally by people whom I trusted in my life. But I had it all pushed back behind me by keeping myself occupied and busy with work.

Keeping myself busy in order to forget things I wouldn't want to remember, it lasted for a while until I realised I wasn't happy with my choice of lifestyle.

I thought I had lost hope and started to think myself as a "lost-cause" until life started to give me a turn around and I met someone.

Someone whom I thought wouldn't make such a great impact in my life.

My dearest Saifullah Zulkifli.

Our first 2013 picture

Sometimes you just forget yourself, and you need someone to constantly remind you of what matters most in life. Well, he was that person. I hope he constantly remind me of good things until the Hereafter.

So what do I want in 2013?

Obviously financial freedom. I am so dead tired of waking up and do the same routine at work everyday. It's like everyday waking up wanting to quit my job so badly. I hope things will go on well, and soon enough having wealth that is enough to support myself, my family, my future family and everyone in need.

Good health. I've been easily prone to sickness lately. Had allergies, headaches and constant sinus.

Learn to be a good cook, since my Love have quite an appetite of recipes I don't know how to cook.

Be a calmer person. I think I am getting there slowly, I make peace nowadays instead of taking revenge.

I think I am starting to write down my post New Year resolutions, when I just mentioned earlier I wouldn't write any. Sheesh.

Whatever you decide to do, make sure it makes you happy. 

Have a great year ahead everyone, I do hope to write more often.

Sidenotes:

If you didn't learn the lesson from your first scar, sadly you deserve the second one.