Places visited before

From the top of a hill in Perlis. In the distance are two sisters gazing at each other, side by side.

Sun set at a fishing village in Kuantan, Pahang. Almost like a drawing.

Climbing trip up Gunung Datok in Melacca. The cloud is high above. Unseen in the picture.

My beloved husband at Low's Peak, the highest point of of Mount Kinabalu. Highest mount in South East Asia. It is 4095 metres (13435 ft) above sea level. The cloud is way below.

Aiman at Pavillion, Port Dickson. In the background is Gamelan Group, playing Malay traditional musical instruments.

At Port Dickson beach, searching for sea weeds for our salt water aquarium at home.

Another hill in Perlis. We just love nature.

My eldest son meditating in Sungai Kancing, near Templer Park.

With his friends in Templer Park.

An evening in Seremban

It was raining heavily on our way to Seremban for a legal business.

A Minangkabau architecture that stands proudly in the modern surrounding.

Looking from a different angle.

A tall building protruding behind the green lung of the town.

A mosque with both modern and traditional architecture.

The old railway station from aerial view.

The front of the railway station. Its classic design is what attracts my eyes to it.

A colonial clock tower at the railway station.

Part of Seremban from top.

Pasar Malam (night market)

Pasar Malam or night market operate from around 5 p.m. up to 10 p.m once a week. A lot of local cuisines, fresh fruit, vegetable, fish, meat, clothes, toys etc.

Busy, busy, busy. The stall at the centre sells veils or tudung for muslim women to cover their hair. Beautiful hair is exclusively for the eyes of the husband and family members. To shun away unwanted approaches. Also for the peace of mind of the men. No sexual provocation from muslim women.

A boy selling dried fish. Fried dried fish is appetizer for Malaysian. The stall next to it belong to the same family selling fresh fish. The fish are either local or imported from Thailand. The dried fish is a down stream business.

A lady buying fresh local vegetable. And ulam too. Ulam is local vegetable eaten raw with cilli pounded with belacan. Belacan is tiny prawn processed with certain material. Its our local cheese. Eating raw ulam can make you look young. Want to try it? Written on the top of the canopy is agriculture is business.

Fruit anyone? Some are local, some are imported from Thailand, USA, Australia, etc. I never miss buying fruits at Pasar Malam. My provider of vitamins for a balance diet. Don't forget to dip them into salted water for 15 minutes or so to reduce the amount of pesticide.

A seller arranging her products - budget clothes. A good bargain. One of the reason why Pasar Malam is popular among locals.

It is difficult to find parking at peak hours.

The stall at the back sells clothes. The man and his son are browsing through the odd things stall. From screw driver to stocking. You name it. They have it.

Port Dickson

My eldest son. Look at the picnickers behind. Truly a place for family gathering.

A stall selling everything you need at the beach. From mat to swimming gear.

The aliens that invade our cloth. Turns out it was seeds of a scrub. A great way to spread offspring to wider areas.

A nearby holiday resort.

Playing kite at the beach. A wonderful experience for little Aiman.

Parents entertaining kids at the beach. Boats for hire.

Aquatic life in my garden

Aquarium for small fish. With some water plants to boost oxygen supply.

Close up picture. Fish at the side.

Arowana with some mates to keep company.

Arowana swimming gracefully. Watching it swim is a source of relaxation for my husband, coming home from work.

The salt water aquarium. The coral is not growing well. Takes time.

Swimming so fast it is difficult to capture on camera.

Aquarium for river fish outside the house. After parking his motorbike at the side, my husband usually sit down in front watching the fish swim or watching the colorful flowers in our garden.

Close up picture. Cute isn't it? And quite plum too. Unlike human, for fish the fatter the better.

Can you see the frog? My self appointed pet. Its occasional voice calling for rain makes my house feel remotely in the village.

Interlude. Aiman with the longest bean in my garden.

Eid Mubarak celebration

Seeking forgiveness from each other early in the morning before going to the mosque to pray.

At my grand mother's house. Great grand mother's house of my kids.

Going from house to house to visit and seeking forgiveness. Time to meet close and distance relatives.

Lotus blooming again

My classic lotus flower.

Opening up early in the morning.

At its best stage. Fully bloom.

Then the petals start to fall off.

Until only the seeds left behind.