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11 Apr

The malaysian odyssey

Day 0

Flight 5.20am – Take-off

Boarding pass, emigration, security check, security hold area.

Kids go crazy.

Son picks up most expensive chocolates.

I refuse.

He goes nuts.

Buys him something different. Offer rejected. Later accepted.

Daughter wants something else. offer accepted.

Tired and panting after 30 minutes of running after both of them.

waiting for flight to take off.

Flight takes off.

Thud. Worst landing.

Time 11:50 pm

Friend waiting.


Home 2.00 am

Out of home 2.10 am

Reach pub 2.15 am

Back home 4.00 am

Day 1

wake up 10.00 am

Out of home 11.00 am

Golf: 11.00 am – 4.00 pm

Home, rest, out of home 6.00 pm

watch world cup final.

som goes nuts again.




Back 3.00 am

Day 2


Taj rebank


straightaway jump in the sea.

out of sea in 2 hours

in a boat to next island

parasailing. even daughter does. I do after her. pride of a parent. can’t be scared.

jet skiing

laze around.

back to hotel



day 3







chat with some scuba divers

trip repeat ( boat, van, boat)




Day 4



back to kl





home 4.00 am

some more beers

some stories.

sex talk

sex facts

some business plans


Day 5

wake up

get ready




kids going nuts



Trip ends.



7 Dec

End of the year, time to write probably the last post of the year. Not been very prolific this year but overall happy that I could keep the blog active more or less throughout the year. Yet it was a year of broken promises in more ways than one, but also a year of more promises than ever before to make.

With December, end of the year is also the time say goodbyes along with the welcome and that takes me to the topic of this post. One of the things that interest me a lot is when people ask will you miss me or do you miss me or make a statement like, I miss you.

It according to me is the cruelest thing you can ever say to anyone. After all it is just another synonym for “fuck off”.

To say “I miss you” is acknowledging the absence of something and also accepting that absence, in that acceptance lies eventually letting go of something precious with time. The space that lies vacant would be filled or occupied by something new. And once it has been engaged with the new thrill, the old would be forgotten, eventually. It would cease to exist. As if it was never there. And whatever residue is there would take a form of regret. The new always is better than the old, not in form but always in thought.

But how can I say that when people are always reminiscing about “the good old times”? And when people always think past was better than today?

The past people miss is individualistic, personal, and has “I” in the center of it. I never says bye to I, it’s a filled up space, unchanging, irreplaceable, no-replicable and irrevocable.

“I miss you” we are talking about is in relation to a third person. Lots of people in a relationship talk about how they felt at the beginning of the relationship and regret missing that rush. They obviously are talking about themselves and how they felt, not about how they made the other person feel, their own actions are lost to time but the other person’s actions are permanently ingrained in the memories, a filled space.

“I miss you” on the other hand vacates a space, that is open for occupation, which I guess is fine. Change happens.

But the question is then why do people say it, despite the fact it isn’t true?
I’m assuming say it because they mean it at that time, but that still doesn’t mitigate their cruelty and meaningless of the gesture and thought.

I on the other either say goodbye or see you soon.

Goodbye has finality to it which I like; we are now free from each other. See you soon on the other hand is a promise that says I value you and the space you occupy in my life, and the words reiterate that no one will take that space, you are permanently with me even when not there physically and I would make an effort to be with you again.

So dear reader, see you soon.

P.S: At the last count, I had one and that’s you who is reading it.

Wayanad Trip

8 Apr
Road to the resort
The resort – Fringe Ford

The day companion

Share the chair with someone surprise visitors

The view from the car

The dining room

Sunset time

The night guests

Fresh Food


View on the way

Some more

Pit stop in the middle of the jungle