Lose the Boobs - Men Only

Man boobs is a result of a buildup of excess fats in the chest area, and in the field of medicine, it is called Gynecomastia. Studies show that about a third of the male population has experienced this problem at some point in their lives, and many of them are still suffering from it.
This condition does not really harm the body but it can certainly pose a problem for every man who has it. It causes a person to be insecure, which will eventually lead to stress.
To treat man boobs, you will find several options such as medication and surgery. But such treatments are not for every man. There is another treatment however, that while it may not completely eliminate the presence of man boobs, it will significantly reduce the appearance to almost nothing. Moreover, this particular treatment is safe and will not cost a thing. So, what is this magic formula? Not a formula, mind you, but an exercise. Push-ups.
Yes, good ol’ push-ups will do the trick. It works because it targets the chest muscles, and burns calories in this area. As a result, this exercise will make your chest firm and toned.
There are actually 3 ways to do push-ups.
1. Classic: This is done by putting your hands and feet on the floor.
2. Upper Body Elevation: This is done by placing your hands on an elevated surface, giving your body an angle. You can use the couch or the bed for this, but make sure to keep both feet straight on the floor.
3. Leg Elevation: Quite the opposite of the upper body elevation push-up; you will place both legs on an elevated position, with hands touching the floor. This is the most difficult and the most effective.
You can use a variation of these 3 ways; you can start with the 2nd type of push-up because it is the easiest, then you can proceed with the classic. Thereafter, combine the 3 push-ups and as soon as you are able to manage, you can use the 3rd one all throughout.
To maximize on your push-ups, here are some tips you can follow:
First, you need to make sure that your hands are aligned with your shoulders. If they are too wide apart, this will cause back aches, and if they are too close together, this will instead target your arms and not your chest. Second, don’t flatten your palms on the surface because this will inflame your wrists. You can work your hands into a fist or you can purchase handles from any sports equipment store. Lastly, make sure to give yourself a break if you feel pain in your back.
If you do push-ups consistently, you will surely reduce the size of your man boobs in no time.

Office Luncheon

The Office held an Office Luncheon to celebrate the birthday of Mr Hijjas Kasturi himself 73. I was full. There goes my 'no lunch' day. I really wish our next birthdays will be celebrated together. The days before we were born as I recall in the lovely notes I cherished till this day.

Kids Raya Invites

We are preapring for the Kids Raya Invites this weekend. Saturday 3pm.
All the kids will be allowed to invite their friends to the house.
Nunui has already invited her college roommates. But we have to fetch them up from the hostel!
Yamin will invite his normal circle of 5 close friends, but he hinted wanting to invite few of his non-muslim friends too, which we encouraged.
Wana as usual will be inviting the boisterous groupies. This time they even made an advance request (since they came last year) - they like my grill menus - steaks, kambings and chickens. Ask nicely, maybe I will grant their request.
Diana the loner has not decided yet - lol, no amount of persuasion will move her.
Ako invited his class buddies and soccer gangs
All in all, there would be around 30+ kids to feed. And of course the close family members will be around too. Would be happy if someone from Jaffliya drop by and join us as family this time around. It is also going to be double birthday celebration for Nunui (29/9) and Dian (4/10)
The menu (so far....)
Chicken and Kambing Steak (my secret marinade recipe) outdoor grille
Beef Rendang
Rice Sticks with Peanut Sauce
Chicken Gravy with 'Bagedil' (ground beef and potato balls)
Potato Mayo Salad
Fruit Punch

Thankful

Dear Maisara,
He is taking the opportunity to express thankfulness for the subtleness shown lately.
He is alive again. Breathing, moving, smiling. But above all, more resolved and purposeful in life.
Maybe the subtleness wasn't meant to be in that way, but he would be thankful nevertheless.
The trick in life isn't getting what you want, my dear, it's wanting it after you get it
- a line from movie Love Affair.

Typhoon

Heavy rain all day today. Residual from the typhoon that hit the Philippines on Saturday. Watch the telly and the Metro areas were really bad. Theres this image a group of people standing on what seemed to be tatch roof among debris being swept away along the swelling rivers. Suddenly they hit underside of the concrete bridge across the river and thrown everyone into the raging muddled waters. It was few of the horrofiying images, comparable to the tsunami in 2004.
I could only pray for the lives of fellow human beings.

Worth the Stress?

After a long hard day, he was looking forward to returning home in the evening.
When he arrived last night, he took the MRT to Promenade Station. Little that he know, someone was waiting for him at the Airport. Alighted at the MRT station and off straight to the nearest entry gate. He then realized, he didn't have proper entrance clearence. A few frantic calls later, he was asked to stay put and someone would fetch him. That someone arrived an hour later but unfortunately his instruction was to fetch and drop at hotel! Again both of them took the MRT back to Airport to take the ride back to the hotel.
Just a wash up and quick supper, he was sent to the Paddock and finally allowed into the work area to inspect the finished work. Not bad, he said to himself. He was not able to convey his gratitude to his able handlers. None was around. The client finally arrived at 6am. The track was lit up bright. All went well, but painful as hell due to the standing.
On the way back to airport in the evening, he missed the stop where he was supposed to switch train. Blame it on the lack of proper sleep. Upon arriving at the airport, he has only minutes to check in and rush to the gate, and mind you the Low Cost Carrier departure gate is right at the end. He didn't made it.

Wise Words

And that things that may or may not be true are things you need to believe in the most

Bending backwards a little

Well, I guess I still have to go, despite earlier decided not to. I was confident that my able handlers would be able to do a fine job with my informative sketches. This time around, the client insisted for my presence during the final commissioning in the wee hours of Saturday morning. The sad part is - its non-reimbursable. Anyway as a consolation I managed to wiggle my way in and gotten myself a Tiger Air return tickets. I refused an overnight stay at Grand Roxy, unless an F1 ticket come with it - yeah, a long shot! Besides I didn't pack the right spectator outfit for Sunday. We all should be out before the practice session on Saturday. Maybe I could snap some pics by the paddock on my way out with the red scuderia machine (all wrapped up unfortunately)
So I am lugging my knapsack to office today. Will drive straight to the airport after work to catch the 9:35 flight. I have to remind myself that my passport has less than 6 months expiry date, therefore I will have to renew it next week. Will need it when the call eventually fall through. Just wish harder.

Another hectic day ahead

He thought he won't be needed for the commissioning part. He has left all that is necessary to complete the job and the able handlers seemed capable to oversee it to completion. It was completed to the 'tee' as he was told, however the client representative insisted his presence for sa the early saturday morning commissioning.

He received the TigerAir online booking stubs via e-mail and also the hotel confirmation voucher from Grand Roxy. He was expecting at least an F1 ticket for practice on Saturday if not for the main event on Sunday, but alas his new reputation on the line if he didnt turn up. He was mindful that this commissioning portion is non-reimbursable.

Change of plan. Will have to bring his suitcase along to office today and drive straight to the airport to catch the 9:35 flight out to Lion City.

Dear Maisara,
He misses her so much, but he was not able to openly express the feelings. He is to keep his promise to her that he wont mention anything related to that particular subject. Afraid that by doing so will push her away further. Afraid that her simmering hate will rage into disgust. Afraid that she would allow herself fallen just to be beyond reach of him, not for her own happiness.
So, whats his options? None actually. The state of despair.
He wishes to reach out and hold her hands and just to be happy for her happiness but was convinced its no longer mutual. He could guess by the way he was left out cold, where possible means of 'direct' communication were severed. Only the occassional charade of public discourse maintains the sanity. Each time he pretended not to care, the opposite seemed to happened. Just like a tease which resembles a mocking ritual of spite. Afraid that this will end up tragic for only the contant prayers keeps him in check.
"Do you have a problem with me?" - the short sentence that shook him to the core. Never would he believe such cold heartless words spewed from her. The words echoes throughout his days, every turn of the corner, that silent echo magnified forcing clear beads off his own eyes. Sadness sets in. As his knees weakens, the hands reaches out for something to hold - nothing - as he keeps falling into the deepest crevices of soullessness. Unable to fathom any forgiveness nor respite.
There he prostrated as in dying, but fully awake - he crawls in the darkness with his bare hands the heart turns into steely stone - hoping but for other reasons than love which was lost.

I really hope you've found happiness, and if you're ever in need of anything, like someone to love you, don't hesitate to call me. An Affair To Remember

Real Work

He just managed to get back home almost 3am. Even though the flight was only a 50 minutes ride and arrived KLIA by 1:30, he took his own sweet time lounging around the terminal among the silence, cold, uncrowded but somehow serene.
He was reminiscing the lonely feeling of sitting in the Burger King overlooking the tarmac in Changi Airport. His last visit there, full of love and happiness seemed fading but not going away - and that's the difficult part.
The long drive home offered no solace. He kept recalling how his soul mate would reprimand him to put on the seat belt whenever she was on a short conjugal visits. This time around he intentionally didn't put it on (at first) but eventually succumbed against his better judgment.
There is a message on his phone to confirm returning to the speed site by Friday night for final inspection in the wee hours of Saturday morning before the onset of the time trial. Not compulsory, and he was confident the able handlers would be completing the task to the tee by today.
No short winks are available till morning. He was used to it anyway now. He seemed to be able to make that conjecture where lack of night sleep, no lunch and less laughter will keep him below 85kg.
As he sat in the office, the smell of brew keeps him awake. Time to continue living in reality despite missing the soul of life ever since.

Getaway vs Gateway

Dear Maisara,
He was lucky to have gotten a short getaway that would take his mind away from the forlorn thoughts. A hectic place that is gearing towards a fantastic weekend of speed. Familiar pressure cooker atmosphere where he seemed to have been excelling and thriving.
As he stepped out of the plane in the wee hours, instead of going to the hotel for a short rest, he went straight to the place of action. The area seemed oblivious to the time. Blast of striking spotlights everywhere turning the place into a forever daylight, except for the occasional scanning of the sky where glimpses of crescent moon and the stars peeking behind scattered clouds.
He was entrusted the stretch few metres away after the checkered flag post. One of the 17 spots identified as visible to worldwide audiences come Sunday. A short introduction to the small and weary team leaders and a brief of the task that's required, they were off to a small coffee table. The omnipresent brew filling the air, he laid out his sketches over the existing blue-prints.
Immediately the team sort of knew what was needed. True enough, a picture contains thousands of words.
For the next 2 days, he will take his mind off the painful of life, and live in reality of dreams. The only thing that will surely effect him is the purportedly hotel he will have to rest in - The Grand Roxy. He can't avoid it.
Yours sincerely

Insignificant Footnote

Stumbled upon a note by the roadside....
Dear Maisara,
I have no one else to write to, thats why I am writing to you. I hope you would understand.
His sufferings has almost completed. So does Ramadan this year.
His Soul has deserted him and the Significant Other has no need for him anymore. Whats left are the Offsprings. For the sake of them, a formal separation will not be necessary. Instead he will be a distant almost invisible figure but still around. He guesses its not difficult now. His Soul have shown him how its being done, albeit on the reverse.
Diabolically, he will have to find separate accommodation and where else should it be for now rather than that place he had described to his soul before. A small room, near his current project site. While awaiting for the next call for an abroad posting. He have broaden the choices instead of just one locality. As fate beckons, happiness for his love ones shall remains. For the Offsprings, despite his periodic physical presence, he shall continue to perform his responsibility by becoming a better provider. To the Significat Other, his physical absence shall hopefully be the much needed relief.
Thanks Maisara, for lending me your ears. Trusted friend.

Pagi Raya

Posing

As I sat here alone, writing, pondering... waiting
Loneliness sets in.
Missing the subtle nuances, unspoken words, loud thoughts and silent laughters
The happiness that used to filled up life, deserting into thin air
The hope that was shared, forgotten, erased by a lie
Looking at the emptiness of the end of the nights
Trying to console the shattered heart
Grasping at that fragile soulness of love,
the air to breath is of no consequences
Slowly dying and melted into irrelevances
among the promises
Never would have thought the hateness slowly creeping in
as much as an attempt, a feeble one that is, to justify the lost years
never wished for the sufferings unto, for its just mine forever
Oblivion is a nicer scribe, within the smallness of this time

Wise Word

“Wise men speak because they have something to say, fools talk because they have to say something “. Author unknown.
Don't write just because you have a blog

Last Day reflection

Today is the last day of Ramadan (insyaAllah)
I hope you will always be happy love.
Makes me wonder whether did I took that happiness away from you before.
I have learned to only be on the side now.
Watching, reading and never to show myself alive, as you wished.
Never to communicate unless being communicated to.
If thats what it takes for your happiness.
Many a times, I almost succumb to temptation, rage and anger
but i kept reminding myself, don't do it, because
I care although I wasnt permitted anymore to say
I love you and I missing you
Today is the last day of Ramadan (insyaAllah)

semi requiem

This Ramadan will be remembered dearly.
I am looking forward to a new dawn of purposefulness.
Opening my arms to love lost, and embracing reminiscent
Good, Bad and in between.
I trust the answers deep within. Now locked safely in the corners of memories
Until then....

Green Pass

I have passed my Green Building Facilitator Course.

Kept my love locked deep inside

She's out of my life
She's out of my life
And I don't know whether to laugh or cry
I don't know whether to live or die
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
To think for two years she was here
And I took her for granted, I was so cavalier
Now the way that it stands
It's out of my hands
So I've learned that love's not possession
And I've learned that love won't wait
Now I've learned that love needs expression
But I learned too late
And she's out of my life
She's out of my life
Damned indecision and cursed pride
Kept my love for her locked deep inside
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life

wayward sms

day 1
K: my dear, cant sent the pdf to your email. Limit size. I will try to send again via smaller chunks. let me know if you still didnt recevied for tomorrows appt.
M: I'm sorry to text you this late. What's the best time to meet up tomorrow morning?
K: before 12. I'll be gone to site afterwards unless you wanna see me at the site, which i dont encourage for such a lady like you - hehe
M: ok handsome, see you tomorrow morning :-) say 10.30am? nite winks...
day 2
M: Have a good night :-) winks
K: Not good yet so far ;)
M: How come?
K: Still at work lor
M: Oh. Poor thing. Have you take your dinner yet?
--no reply--
day 3
K: Morning dear. I am sorry for not replying to your last msg. He he. Got scared liao if u ask me to go for dinner then i will have hard time refusing. See u later ;)
M: Oi...he he he.. Very good morning to you. See ya later ;-)
M: Hi, sorry 2 disturb u. Just wondering if u got my mail?
M: Hi, got it. Its in the pigeon hole, but not LCL, its in Can I. :) Lucky not P&C document. Just kidding! Thanks ya 4 all ur kind assistance, hope 2 meet soon. Salamat!
K: No problem. You owe me 1 lunch ho ho....
M: I treat you more than 1 lunch anytime handsome ;-)
day 4
M: Hi, late again today?
K: as usual. Hey. What are you having for dinner tonight?
M: Probably cook spaghetti :-)
K: LazY ha? Or thats only you know he he just kiddin. Im finishing my specs writing. Can go home early yay.
M: Oh. Early today hah! Good. What ya going to have for dinner?
K: ProbablY spaggetthi too he
M: Ha ha. Lazy lazy ;-)
K: Hey. I said 'Probably' like you. Still dönt know what will be the real dinner until i actually put on da kitchen apron. Bleah!
M: tell me when you done your cooking
K: Want some. No spagghetti lor. Only x large hot dog minus the bun. with side salads - weight watch for my tummy.
M: hmmm Yummy! and your tummy looks fine to me.... ;-))

Troubled Look

I was accosted by my senior site secretary today early morning. She took the opportunity to greet me (as usual every wednesday mornings for the past 3 months) but today, she added a little 'jolt'.
"Can I asked you something?"
"sure.." I said, while I continue signing off bunch of documents left on my desk while i was away.
"You have that worried and unsettled look in your face lately, like something is troubling you.."
"since when?" I probed, thinking whether is it too obvious.
"Quite sometime lately, sorry for being too personal"
"maybe you are right, but its okay" trying to force a normal smile
"Not just me" she added, " but the site staff seemed to noticed too" before she let me off.
"tell them I am sorry" but I guess she didnt hear that last part.

Time to change secretary - lol.
Naah, she has been with me since 2 plus years, despite the flaws we have mutual respect. Unless my trusted soulmate took over.

Let Me Be The One

somebody told me you were leaving, i didn't know
somebody told me you're unhappy, but it doesn't show
somebody told me that you don't want me no more, so your walkin out the door

nobody told me you've been crying, everynight
nobody told me you've been dying, but didn't want to fight
nobody told me that you fell out of love for me
so im setting you free

let me be the one to break it up so you won't have to make excuses
we don't need to find a set up where someone wins and someone loses
we just have to say our love was true but has now become a lie
so i'm tellin you i love you one last time and goodbye

somebody told me you still love me, i don't know why
nobody told me that you only needed time to fly
somebody told me that you want to come back
when our love is real again

let me be the one to break it up so you won't have to make excuses
we don't need to find a set up where someone wins and someone loses
we just have to say our love was true but has now become a lie
so i'm tellin you i love you one last time and goodbye

just turn around and walk away we don't have to live like this no, no
but if you love me still then stay don't keep me waiting for that final kiss
we could work together through this test or we could work through it apart
i just need to get this of my chest
that you will always have my heart
let me be the one

Let me be the one.

Taking a step out of the shadow

I need to snap out of this. I didnt realized that I am affecting my surroundings that much. Work, Friends, Family, Ws, Collegues, Health etc. Hope its not too late despite all the explanations and rationalization given, now that I've been given the ultimatum. Guess I eventually will lost everything. Help me God. For once, I will have to be my own self.

dare to be wrong

wish it was meant for me

the dots seemed connected

I have seen it. smelled it before but I trust my heart. still I am hoping dearly. too trusting naively but I have no other element, the only straws that I am grasping. so fragile and so soft. Love.

I had to take a drive around KL. Needs to clear off my mind from so many things happening. Being alone is not that difficult again. But as a trade off, I am taking Eli out with me. We had a blast, she would sing by herself at her seat next to me, asked me lots of incomprehensible things and I wont feel pressured to give all the right answers. Giving her the regards, sent via FB few days back. She would understand love.

2 years later

She is two years old!

Wish for Eli

Birthday of Eli today.

Somehow the I had to force the smile which has since been gone. I should be happy for Eli. I should be happy for the love that I have been giving and continue to give. Even though deep inside, i never been happy in the truest sense. Recalling my old flame of school years whom I had briefly connected few months back (and somehow at peace with myself for a closure).

"Happy?" she would asked,

"Happy is relative..." said I.

love - Nui, Min, Wann, Dian, Ako and Eli

includes Ky, Ki, the 2 daughters....

Old Posting Revisited

In April 20 2007, I wrote in this blog reminiscing my old school friend. Recently we were finally connected via Facebook. He still remembers me - as the way he put it - of course I remember you, we shared the same soap during showers (hey i am not inventing anything and don't think something else okay!!!) lol. Well i would like to clear the air by explaining that during those times, water supply were bad at the hostel and we (the juniors) used to line up for shower from the connected pipe above the first floor dining hall. Each boys would take up between 2 to 3 minutes to have his body wet, then step to the side to soap while another boy would spent his 2 -3 to wet. Then the first boy who had lathed himself with soap would reenter and soak for another 3 to 5 minutes. Thus the term sharing soap because we would take turn holding the soap for each other during this 'ritual'.

rambling quote

Woke up today calling up your name, just like any other day the last 2 years before but more so recently. Only managed to close my eyes for an hour a day lately, hard to sleep. Feeling obsolete, ignored and outdated. Wonder whether this situation will ever end. It felt as if the dignity has been snapped out and the wound left bare to rot. Especially when the flesh is of older type.
Never felt so alone. No one to share the grief with.
Looking forward to the date between 2 birthdays. Whether it will ever heal.

Rocky Mountain High

I am listening John Denver's Rocky Mountain High song on my laptop via a tiny headset while finishing up my contract specification writing. Takes the bore out of resetting the 'unformatted' documents (well i am on Specs 11 out of 94+ huaaaaa....) no thanks to my uninitiated and uninformed (not least to say not trained!) secretaries.
Further to that, I do have to take my mind of thinking too much about something that is affecting me psychologically. but hey the side effect is that I am now 10kg lighter (or maybe because of the Ramadan) I have to thank you for this.
ahhh - now the hindi song is playing - will go and do gyration and let off excess fat on my love handles. Sitting on typing continuously since morning do damage to the metabolism rate I think?
And my inbox inundated with job replies - rejection so far. Will keep on trying.

I am keeping the lovely sandal my significant other gave me 3 years ago. Nostalgia.

Revisit

I've been tardy all this while writing. Guess i shall get back and pour my thoughts into this blog. I shall not lost my bearing in life for the sake of the love ones and one that i shall always love.