cakap cakap...Widuri, Selangor Yacht Club and Family.

A long long time ago, decades, I remember times when the world stood still and everything slowed down to let me bask in the splendor and calmness of the moment around those I love - my children Terrina and Zach, and my dear wife, Lucy. It was perfect, it was quiet and calm, and these were moments that stay with me ...always.

Zach and Terrina

Widuri was the place for these moments. Bliss was us spending weekends on Widuri anchored just off the Selangor Yacht Club at Port Kelang. And maybe, for brunch on Sunday, we would all get into the dingy and go off to the yacht club for fried noodles.

No need to up anchor and go anywhere up or down the river...we were content to just be at anchor and be with each other. The world and everything else were far, far away. And nothing could disturb our times together. We had these times to ourselves whenever my father was not using Widuri - after all, it was his Widuri. I think, if it was at all possible, he loved his time on Widuri more than we did!

But while we loved to spend time on Widuri at anchor and within sight of land and preferable within dingy distance to the Yacht Club, my old man was different. He took Widuri to Pangkor, to Penang, to Langkawi and to the East Coast...as far away from shore as possible ...fishing of course. And if that was not enough adventure for him, he thinks nothing about putting on his scuba outfit and diving into the sea to check "if the propellers were ok!". Me? Never done Scuba diving and never will.

I have agreed to disagree with my father a number of times. There was no give and take between him and me. He was of the old school. His way or the highway....but then that was how he was brought up.

I know my grandmother, Tok Tina. Even now, when I think of her, she puts the fear of God, and love, into me in equal measure...or maybe a bit more of God than of love. Equal measures of fear and respect, too. And of course discipline. And all that my father expected of me. I must confess I failed him in discipline - but fear and respect for my father, I had plenty of.

My father would have a hard time believing that I have been blogging for well over a decade. He knows I do not have the discipline to do that...and if he was still around, he will certainly want to know what it is that I have been writing about all that time!

Life was good then, as life is good now...but... having your own family and having your parents still around, makes life complete. Kan?