The Father And I

The holidays brought with it memories but the one I would cherish the most is time spent with dad.

Sometimes, we don't realise that we have soo much. Its just that we look too far and too wide to see the truth. Just like dad. Our lives did not start that rosy. I was born during the hard times. In the 1980's life was pretty tough back then in M'sia. On top of which the whole family was plonked to England as my dad was doing his PhD.

To be honest, I was the naughty one. The child who got the punch and the slap, well mostly mom did that but when dad does it, it can get very emotional. I guess for guys we dont realise how much our emotions effect our family as a father. Mom can say one thing but what a dad says can really hurt. Doncha agree?

So, let me just say we were at each others nerve (even now). But then, life took place. I started to go to college and uni and work. Start to meet so much more people out there with their different kinds and attitudes. Makes what dad is, actually nothing.

I often wonder sometimes how I can tolerate and try to work around pigheaded managers and useless contractors and subordinates, yet fail to understand the slightest remorse from dad if he says," ayah tak suka makan kat sini". I mean, yup he's got issues eating at a place infested with gawking loud youths at McDonalds. Whats wrong with that. And yet I would get a bit upset. Sheesh, talk about toleration , and I'm not married yet.

But its unfair that I show poised restraint from an emotional and unprofessional character at work but become slimy and a jerk at home. We cant have all that we want can we?

So, it was fun with dad at Langkawi. He went walking on the beach. Saw topless women and joked about it. Recalled about his life experience and wanted to share our enjoyment with his.

Dad. This is for you. You might not be that dastardly rich father who can give me a Skyline and a better job.. but you're still my dad. And I would'nt have it any other way.

The thing about sunrise

The morning is always a welcome. To some, its a resurrection from the dead. An awakening to reality from the slumber of dreamland. For mua, a chance to wake up and face the ever glorious sun head on. Something you don't get these days living in the city.

And so its, my adventours in this island begins. The night before was fun. Which begins my story about ....the band

From my previous posting, I onced mentioned about the Band. How I so miss the times jamming to songs and stuff. Well, fate just so happens planted me into an opportunity of a lifetime. We stayed in a small challet resort called Langkapuri. Oklah, we cant really afford a lavish resort, so whatever that can spare us a bed, a decent toilet and aircond is fine by us.

Aha!!Unbeknowest to us, this challet houses the coolest most happening Rasta music bar amongst the whole Pantai Cenang. Crowds were starting to fill up by 10pm. After arriving around lunch time, and made an initial visit around the island, me and lil sis adjourned to the bar at quarter past 10pm. As me and lil sis were lounging at the back table, approached a guy, whom till this day I dont really remember his name. He offered us drinks and proceeded to chat about life, Langkawi and music.

He happens to know the band that was going to play. Lil sis sort of mentioned that I can play guitar and would like to jam. So the guy said he'll see what he could do. Right, around 11'ish, there was this fat bloke dressed in the customary tie-die outfit approcahing the stage and said the magical words," Hello out there. Its time to get high!!"

And THey Were Xcellent!!!!!!!!!!!11

The singer really had a good voice. Something like putting Seal, Sting and Bryn Adams all rooled into one. And the band, they were plain and simply magical. The thunes they carried out were non-reggea material but given the RAsta touch. What really made them different was they had this group of percussionist that added that jungle/tribal vibe to the music which was intoxicating.

That led the crowd wild and immedietly brought everyone to the dancefloor. Ok, so then they took a break afer 5 songs, which at this point my lil sis took the courage to ask if I could join the group and perform as extra gutarist. They said, its cool, sure.

So for the second set, after a couple of songs the group called me and the whats-his name to the stage to perform a couple of songs. The band was tight and the sound was was was it just made me remember why I fell in love with music in the first place.

Sort of like getting carried away with the music. THat night, I thought I died and went to heaven

So the morning dawn...thats me returning to earth

I'm Back!!

For all you lots, those, you know who you are. The readers (that I presume exist), hail my coming!!! Right. Guys I must tell you that I had a blast. Langkawi was great. The whole vacation was definitely, yes definitely the much needed break I so much crave for. Ahhhh the pleasures.

And for that, I return to civilisation or what I would call the morbid living matrix of eat-sleep-sex(I wish)-work-sleep-eat. As usual, all the same to anybody who has left the office for more than a week, the piles of jobs to be done on the in ray, emails on the inbox, massages and all forms of 'whatnots' all present itself nicely tied with a red ribbon saying, "get your ass on this urgent pieces of shit"

But no. How I would forget the blis of the white sandy beaches? That I would not. For behold great readers, for the rest of my feeble time till 2007, I will, I pledge, I vow that every single stinking inch and iota of my blogging hours would be left to dedicate itself, to the one and only....majestic Le Vacation in Langkawi