Whenever I told my dad that MH or/and I went for a "run", he would surely ask if we’d won any prize or medal. It didn’t matter that I’d tried to explain numerous times that those monetary prize ranging a few thousand to a few hundred thousand ringgit are under the fierceful fist of the professional Kenya runners whose livelihood depend solely on it.

A while ago, when we were having the same conversation again, it suddenly struck me that my dad was not having amnesia; he was just too used to seeing my brother coming home with medals and prizes.

Nope, I’m not following the Euro cup. It’s another sleepless night, which I gave up trying to sleep after tossing and turning on the bed for the past 3 hours.

Had been stocking up these stuffs for the “limited mobility” days ahead. I guess they come handy too for the sleepless nights ahead.

Btw, the title sounds like Gwen Stefani’s hit song which I used to get a kick from, during the long runs. Those were the days when I dread the 6am alarm on Saturday morning, repeatingly snooze the alarm clock to steal another 5 minutes of sleep each time...

This is one of the many hiking trials around Air Itam Dam. Other than the spectacular panorama at the end of the hike; at the top of the hill, the specialties of this particular trial are:
1) Durian trees!!! yeah…go ahead and call me sakai :p
2) Exotic bugs, i.e giant caterpillar, colorful spider, etc
3) There are more farmers than hikers

This trail leads up to a Tai Pak Gung temple where you can get a splendid 270 degree view of Balik Pulau, the less developed part of Penang. But unfortunately this time around, two fierce dogs were barking at us so ferociously so that we thought it was not worth it to risk our life to capture the view.