Hey

I know my headers usually have nothing (much) to do with the post below, or so you'd think. It's coz you're not me, and you don't think like me, and I doubt if you ever will. And if you do, I hope some day I meet you, maybe have a cup of coffee together, and then go smoke some shit, and then pointlessly sit on a bench in a crowded market and just stare at people walking by.

Anyway, some of you might have been checking this space off and on to know if the hottie (lol) is back. Well, now I am.

KL is an awesome place. It's underrated. It's hidden somewhere. People talk about New York, London, Las vegas, Sydney, Bangkok... no one really talks about KL, I believe. All I gotta say is... WOW!

And Langkawi Islands? It's as close to heaven as you can get.

That's it. I don't have words to describe my trip really. So I'll let the photographs do the talking. Pics will come on tomorrow, hopefully.

But this 5-day trip confirmed to me a lot of things. I'd like to talk about those things. Err... it's actually just one thing - that not many people like me. Or, or they do, but don't have the courage to admit it to me, and more importantly to themselves.

But if I had to weigh the possibilities, I'd stick to the former. Na-aa - they don't like me.

You guys believe it or not, but I actually believe certain reasons as to why they don't like me...

1) That I have a different answer, different than the rest of the world, for every question thrown at me.

2) That I can enjoy where the rest of the world doesn't, and it pinches them because they can see that I am sincerely having fun, whereas they, they are trying to, in vein.

3) That I don't enjoy shopping in China Town, because there is nothing I want to buy anyway. While they, well, they want to buy dirt cheap watches for their families, and tell them that they bought them from A hep mall in KL.

4) That I'd rather spend my time in a nightclub in KL and party my ass off than go to fuckin China Town every opportunity I get.

5) That I uninhibitedly dance near the bar counter, or near the speaker or wherever it is I am standing, and the fact that THEY think I am being an idiot, they've never seen before, and expect other people around to laugh at me, but that isn't the case.

6) That the women come and talk to me or men try and make some conversation, while THEY sit around on chairs, hoping for, I don't know what.

7) The fact that they are not uninhibited and I am.

8) That I am not a light traveller. Light enough, but still not as light as a traveller like me should be. I carry lots of clothes with me, from formals, to the hippie kinds, and probably everything in between, coz I never know where life takes me. Why they don't like me? It's coz everytime we go out I wear different clothes and they look down and realise they're wearing the same that they were wearing the previous day. They don't like that, but they'll say they don't like me, because they're a group, and I, well, I am alone.

9) That I speak my mind, and they can't.

10) That I am not ashamed of who I am and they want me to be.

11) That they probably see so much honesty in my eyes and they just can't believe it.

12) That they can't be like me, and the fact that everytime they're around me they want to be like me scares them to pieces.

13) That they don't have the courage to be like me, which includes the fact that, I am proud of being who I am, with all my flaws.

14) That I show them the mirror, that I show them reality, yet, in a dreamy sense of way, hard for them to digest.

15) Aahh this one's really good... that I am 25 and I talk like I am 52, still really young at heart. That they can't accept my knowledge which kinda at the end of the discussion makes much more sense than theirs.

16) That I am a journalist who doesn't read the newspapers because news is so boring. Yet, I manage to get my stories.

17) That I am just 25, and I have written two shitty books, even though I admit they were shitty. They don't like me saying that. They want to say they were shitty when I say they were good. Writing books isn't easy and they know it.

18) That even when I am down in the dumps, I accept it with a smile, always saying, God's looking my way and smiling and then I go party.

19) That I am still so young and I have travelled a little more than they'd like me to comparing me with their age.

20) I realise there are probably a hundred more reasons if I really have to get into the details. The basic one point is, they can't be me. And not that they can't understand me, because I am not Osho who says things that go over the top. I say things ever so simply. They just don't have the courage to accept them or hear them, because it's ME saying them and its me making sense. And they don't like me, period.

Who likes me?

The Egyptians - who didn't speak or understand my language.

"You're very cool buddy, that's what he's saying," said an Egyptian, translating his countryman's words before we left for the airport.

Shukran.