That Place We Almost Go

It happened in 2004: the KL road trip that he, the organiser, backed out in the very last leg after train tickets were bought because he had to attend a distant primary school friend’s wedding (who issued him a last minute invitation), during which he called me to check how I feel and consult on how to choose in the middle of the night and sounded genuinely confused and I feigned understanding but was damn unhappy privately to the extent I wanted to pull out myself. No one knew how miserable the consummate actress was then but me. And I wouldn’t admit to consummate actress the holiday was ruined because of an absence.

In 2005, he said we are going to Malaysia together and we sorta did.

Fast forward 2007: I am finally, really going on a road trip to Malaysia in 1.5 hours’ time. Johor to be exact. Mr Dimples will be driving and I shall stop thinking about 2004 & 2005.