Pacing it up with a marathon runner.

There was some good years which I have spent keeping up with a friend who has been passionate about many things and my own indulging on some of them. This friend of mine has been consistently collecting stamps, first day covers, gundams, coins, jigsaw puzzles and many more which i may not know.

When he entice me on fishing, i begin to acquire a proper fishing rod. Not that i just started fishing but all the rods that i have used before was either borrowed or gifted to me from an unwanted piece by its previous owner.

Initially we went fishing by the river mouth and by the seaside that i was used to and later from the piers we stepped up to the next level, we went to the kelongs. Eventually we sort of turn ourselves to being a pro, hire a boat and we went to the deep sea!

When we fell into deep obsession for the high seas fishing we went from a near island of Pulau Ketam to Pulau Angsa and farther to Pulau Sembilan in Perak .

A woman who has never seen her husband fishing,
doesn’t know what a patient man she married !

After a lapse of a few years, fishing became just a subject of conversations where your little experience is deem relevant enough to ask what bait used and what fish caught and where.

Some years later we joined a few young and energetic engineers who organized a hiking trip to the hilltop. He got hook to it and  became quite serious for a while and bought himself some trekking gears like a headlamp and a trekking pole.

Are you ok? He must have caught me panting for breath..

And on his personal persuasion we hiked the Broga Hill a number of times and eventually i got hooked to it to this day.

While he has stop short to a hill or two, i had continued the activity and has hiked many other hills with a different partner ..my daughters!

Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine.

And while flipping through some scenery images in the office it has lead us to the subject of photography. We used to taking pictures with a digital camera but i made known to him that i have equipped myself with a dslr.

Some weeks later it really surprised me when he announced that he has bought himself an Olympus which is more than double the worth of my Canon.

The camera is an excuse to be someplace you otherwise don’t belong. It gives me both a point of connection and a point of separation.

We made a trip to Taman Negara Kuala Tahan and shot many pictures. We had a planned trip to Rompin but i kept on postponing it until he stopped reminding me and eventually it was totally out of his head. I was always on  personal chores and family activity and of social obligations to prioritize.

Then some years before i went into retirement he found a new passion, running. Running in an organised run. Initially he ran a 5km popularly termed as the fun run and it is more so out of a charity. Then he ran a 10 km. Many times he tried to coax me into running with him i turned him down.

“How do you know if someone ran a marathon? Don’t worry, they’ll tell you.”

But soon i thought i notice that he got hook to it and again became a dead serious when he practically participated the least of two runs in a month and each time trying to increase the distance. 

I did gauge my fitness though and conclude that my stamina will not go if it need to match a fixed distance and tied to a time frame. To justify myself, i could say he is 5 years younger.  And running in an organised run is quite costly too.

The collection of all his medals and probably he also keeps the drinking waters he gets from all the runs he participated.

Couple of days ago i guess out being the need to share his latest achievement he whatsapped me announcing he had successfully ran a half marathon of 21km and looking forward to his next.

If you want to run, run a mile. If you want to experience a different life, run a marathon.
Paddython Sg. Besar, 2017.

Recently i also received a text message inviting me to the Pasir Salak Half Marathon  scheduled on  March 2019.  I guess he must have felt so excited and being pleased with himself for successfully registered with a discounted fee as an early bird.  

While i am fond of roaming the state of Perak but I did not commit that i will come along.  That was typical of me.

He may not know but I am building up my stamina again. We might cross our path in Perak about the same time as i had Gunung Semanggol very much in my mind.

Well.. good luck to the future runner of Boston Marathon. And this is from the future climber of Mount Everest.

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In defence of smokers?

The Malaysian government is banning on smoking at all restaurants, food outlets and hawker stalls which will take effect from Jan 1 next year.

Starting Jan 1, 2019, the smoking ban will be enforced at all covered, air-conditioned restaurants, or open-concept restaurants and stalls.

Anyone caught breaching the ban will face a fine of RM10,000 with eateries that fail to enforce the law to be slapped with a fine of RM2,500.

While smokers are very quiet themselves it amused me that the protest against the ban has come from the operators of eateries and their many associations. 

Even the Federation of Sundry Goods Merchants Associations of Malaysia assistant secretary-general dared to say the authorities must respect human rights in allowing a person to smoke.

Wow.. a human right to smoke?!!

Just imagine you are a smoker and you go the mamaks with your friends for a teh tarik but you cannot smoke while sipping your still warm drink . If you need to smoke you have to leave your table and friends and walk a minimum ten feet away from the premise.  

How will this scenario looks like then? Come Jan 1, 2019 we will witness it together.



“Finally, he gave up trying to quiet her and lit a cigarette, the last resort of a man who finds himself in an intolerably stupid position.” 
― Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The First Circle.

Caution: This blog does not condone smoking. Smoking is bad for your health.

Tanjung Sepat.

I have been frequenting the district of Rembau for quite a while now since the admission of my youngest daughter to the UiTM Rembau for her Dip Mass Comm course.

And of course i took the time to be at the foothills of Gunung Datuk but has yet to climb it.

I do not consider Rembau to be that far away from where i lived as her elder sister about to finish her degree is even farther down south in Batu Pahat.

I am kinda fond of driving and exploring to an unfamiliar places and for this i sometimes  would hide behind the reason of her safety to justify my picking her up from and to her college though she has more often than not insisting to commute the public transportation on her own or with friends over the weekends. 

When i picked her up for the mid term semester break last week I took a different route home. I drove off and away from the tolled route and the highways. From the campus site in  Kampung Paya Lebar Luar Pilin i drove up towards Linggi and then further up to Rantau.

Then from Rantau to Lukut and i headed up to Sg. Pelek in Sepang, a more familiar town near the border of Selangor and Negri Sembilan. 

From there i continued on the coastal road passing by Bagan Lalang and Tanjung Sepat, Morib and so forth.

But it was at Tanjung Sepat that i decided to take a detour and explore the small seaside town attraction which is predominantly chinese. In facts I have friends who hails from this town.



I learned that a long walk and calm conversation are an incredible combination if you want to build a bridge.

This is their recently constructed 306m long concrete bridge  replacing the old wooden jetty also popularly known as The lover’s Bridge for reason not known to me. I guess it is more romantic to walk on a wood than on a concrete.

And so I walked with my daughter right to the end where a loading and unloading crane is located.


Life is the art of drawing without an eraser.

After the walk on the bridge we browse around at the nearest shop selling locally produce products and i notice some attractive display of street arts at the back of it. 


There are always new places to go fishing. For any fisherman, there’s always a new place, always a new horizon.

This is my last shot of Tanjung Sepat where the fishermen parked their boats and sampans.

And i continued driving passing by Batu Laut, Morib, Banting and some smaller towns when it started to rain and it was a downpour before we reached home.