Thursday, May 14, 2009

A Day In Paradise

I am sitting by the beach, with my back leaning against a stout coconut tree. My feet half buried in the sand, fine white sand. The sun is on its way up, but the looming leaves of the coconut tree shield me from its rays, casting clumsy shadows all over the area. I sip on the sweet, chilled juice from the coconut fruit on my cupped palms, and a soothing sensation runs down my throat. The cool gentle wind sweeps over my face, and I could hear the sound of little waves subsiding near the shore. The vast ocean that dominates half the view in front of me is blue and crystal clear, with a tinge of light green smudges nearer to the shore. From the bird's eye view, corals can be seen like tiny spots scattered around on the seabed where it's not too deep. And the sky, the sky seems so serene. Decorated with odd shapes of puffy clouds here and there. One like a ship, one like a fish, and the others, simply a poetry made physical. I close my eyes, and savour every little bit of sensation brought forth by the incomprehensible calmness of this utopia. I thought to myself, in a place like this, time, is nothing but a myth.

I hear the sound of little kids frolicking and giggling not too far off. I open my eyes and I see my little sisters and my cousins playing by the shallow greenish blue water. Splash, and splash. Each of them wearing a happy smile on his and her face. They prance in a small circle, some singing, and some humming to the kindergarten songs that I had forgotten the words to. By the shore, my mischievous looking little brother is building sand castles, where the sand is brownish from the seawater that has managed to seep through. He too, is wearing a happy smile on his face, amused with his out-of-the-world structures. My other cousins, the grownups, are indulging in their own activities of preference. Some playing musical instruments, some playing frisbees, some playing volleyball, and some flying kites with the shapes of a cat and a butterfly. From the corner of my eye, I see a white yacht and a boat erecting from the slightly wavy blue ocean. On board the boat, my aunties cheerfully chatting with each other, sipping tea out of expensive looking chinas. On board the white yacht, my uncles tacking and jibing away like seasoned sailors. It all seems like a perfect painting put in motion.

I'm lying afloat on the surface of the crystal clear water, staring up ahead at the awkwardly beautiful sky. A couple of birds wheel in my view, and friendly looking sea creatures swim freely below me. A tropical music starts to play in my head, following the deafening silence you experience when you're underwater. And I smile. Then I see a small party of people gathered in a clearing, near the shore. Happy bunch of people, chit-chatting, feasting, playing board games, and singing merrily. Happy laughter pikes in between the mix of happy sounds. From afar I can make up the figure of my mum, of my dad, of my grandfather, and of even my grandma. And I smile. I take a dive and swim underneath the surface, nearer to the bed where the water is cooler, towards the shore. A school of yellow fishes, and a couple of leatherback turtles accompany me on my trip. Beautiful corals and weeds and shells on the bed pass across my view like the way a film strip used to be played before a silver screen.

I emerge on the surface of the water, cool salty seawater trickling down my body. A beautiful girl is sitting by the shore on the other side. With sassy brunette hair, adorable looking nose that curls upwards, rosy cheeks, and eyes that reflect a sense of kindness. All alone, carving something on the brown sand. She sees me, and gives a smile like she's been waiting for me all this while. A smile that weakens all my limbs. And I tremble under the coldness of the seawater that encapsulates my skin, and my heart pounds. I try to return her smile, but only so awkwardly, as I walk slowly towards her. I say hello, and she returns it with another smile. I ask her about silly little things that don't even make sense at first, just to strike a conversation, but she happily entertains my every antic nonetheless. And before I know it, we are talking and laughing and joking as if we've known each other for a long time. We sit by the beach, damp sand underneath our feet. I gaze at her beauty as I listen to her every word. Her uncharted beauty. Time didn't seem to exist earlier, but now it appears to move at a pace beyond my control. Like I wish I could stop the sun from descending so soon, and the day from ending.

It's now dusk, the tangerine sun sliced by the horizon. We stroll down the beach, towards the small party of people that I saw earlier, who are still as they were. All merry and cheerful. Our path is guided by torches aligned in a single file. When we are about to reach there, I look at her, and I tell her how beautiful she looks. She gives me a coy smile. Dad, Mum, grandma, my grandfather, my closest of friends, they are all there to greet us with the utmost joy painted on their faces. Everybody looks immensely happy, not a single worry visible through their expressions. As if years worth of burden has been lifted off their shoulders. And for that matter, everybody looks ten years younger, and twenty years healthier. So we sit together, scattered, but in a way still connected. We all chat with each other, and laugh at each others' jokes, and make fun of each other, all while feasting on delicious food. Food fit for kings. And when it's all over, the feast and the party, she and I lie side to side on the beach. We gaze at the glimmering stars in the clear sky, and our hands intertwine. And I smile.

I descend back to the real world. The whole image of my paradise, my eden, vanishes before my eyes. And I long for the calmness of that magical place. The merry people I have met. The perfect blue water, and the perfect blue sky. And I long for her. The goddess of beauty. With that dazzling smile.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009


A period of change, is always the toughest. Especially when the change is vast, and abrupt. I don't expect things to stay the same, nor do I expect them to shift from one form to another in such profound a manner. Change is hard to accept, as we grow accustomed to certain set of things. Things that have become our norms, our mundane. But nothing ever lasts, so my will will have to suffice, to learn and adapt to changes, to make the best out of scarce resources, before another wave of change sweeps over again.

I must learn. I must learn now. To embrace changes, for they teach us to appreciate the non-lasting. To embrace changes, for they groom us into wiser and stronger individuals. And to embrace changes, for one day they will reveal what is eternal.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

One Random Sunday

"Irfan! Let's go Zorbing!!!". When Dian (one of my closest friends these days) randomly blurts out things like that, she's nothing close to kidding. So there I was, wondering what the hell this zorbing business was all about. And then I found out. I was like "Holy crap! You're not kidding are you?". But then it occurred to me, why not do something ridiculous once in a while. Probably do me some good (de-uncle-izing myself!). So it was then set for Sunday morning... Booked online.

Sunday (D-day):

We sped towards Taman Tasik Titiwangsa in her electric blue Encik Cooper S (as I call it...), arriving at 10 a.m. for the first ride. When we first saw the Zorb ball (or orb), we were like, "Oh crap! What the hell did we get ourselves into!". With all the people watching. Makciks who were jogging. Abang-abang Rempit on their bikes. God I felt ridiculous. It was explained that there were two types of rides. One dry, and the other one wet. And thanks to my goooooood friend Ms. Dian, we went for the wet one. So harnesses we strapped on, and we squeezed ourselves into the ball that was parked on a slope. There I thought "wet" meant we get to go over the lake or something. But no, they poured water into the ball! "What the...". I was temporarily happy seeing that there wasn't much water poured in to begin with, but discovered soon enough that it was actually too much to handle!!! As we were rolling down the slope, tumbling like clothes in a washing machine, water got into our noses and we couldn't even open our eyes! Then when the ball finally came to a halt, I burst out laughing... Wahahahahaha.... It was so funny. Thinking of how ridiculous we must've looked from outside, for our audiences. We were both drenched then.

"Ok, let's go for breakfast...", I suggested. Figuring we could at least dry our clothes while taking a walk. So we lepak at the cafeteria somewhere in front of the lake. While eating breakfast I saw people on those small boats, the ones where you have to cycle them, peacefully circulating the fountain in the middle of the lake. And since it has already started as a random day, I said to Dian, "Wei! Jom naik tu, jom!". Knowing her, it was a "yes" straight away. So there we were, stomachs all full from breakfast, cycling frantically to make our way to this direction and that. But it was great, the scenery and all, reminded me of my childhood. Hehe. With great effort we managed to find ourselves back at the bay. The freakin' boat seemed to have a mind of its own, direction wise...

"Hey, what say you we go have the foot reflexology massage today?", a brilliant idea that I suggested on our way back to the car. You guessed it, we drove to Bintang Walk and parked Encik Cooper S at Star Hill. We strolled down the road, until just a tad further than BB Plaza, still half soaked from the "wet" ride. It was funny when we passed several of those reflexology massage centres, Dian seemed to have this idea in mind that we were going for those dodgy ones. Hahaha. We finally decided on a place, the one that didn't look so dodgy instead =P. Maka kami pun dilayanlah oleh tukang urut... I know, I know. Such a girly thing to do. But guess what, it was good as hell! Painful, but in a good way. Haha. So 30 minutes of that, and 10 minutes for a shoulder massage... After that it was lunch at Pavilion. And that sums up my last Sunday. Tadaaaa!