Lumut is one of the many tropical paradises on earth. Beautiful, but not really special. We arrived around lunch time on the 30th and installed our things in our rooms. Parents went golfing and Sister and I went to find something to eat before going to the beach. What I absolutely hate about resorts, is that they make you feel so damn rich! You are not allowed to carry your own luggage and I’m sure they’d feed you if they had the resources! Anyway, we sat down in what seemed like a really posh restaurant, the main one there actually and had Malaysian styled paella. Afterwards, we ventured down to the beach. The sand wasn’t as nice and fine as it usually is on teaches like that, but I think that had something to do with the fact that when we took our first walk along the beach, we walked the wrong way. It was nicer when we walked the other way. Lots of dead fishes on the ground though. The sound of the waves was lovely and somewhat soothing. However, we decided to go ly by the crowded pool instead. After a few hours there, Mum joined us and a bit later we went up to have a shower and then for dinner. Sister is only 17 year old and has just started her drinking career. She and I were alone in the bar, well not alone, but parents went to bed early, so we got ourselves some cocktails like Singapore sling and Marguerita. On Malaysian resorts, there’s always a band performing at night. These bands are always consisting of a few Filipino girls and a guy and they all sing cover songs. The band on that first night was really good. They could sing, and the guy was wicked on the guitar! There were quite a lot of people in the bar. All different nationalities! In one of the band’s breaks, the lead singer came and sat at our table. She thought Sister and I were twins despite the fact that I’m five years older and that we’re non-biological sisters. We got talking and she asked if there were any songs we wanted to hear. We said that it would be cool if she could sing Sway with Bic Runga, the one from the American Pie movie. She knew which song we meant, but not really the lyrics. Silly me, who had said I was singing as well, said that I knew it, so she said I should sing it. “I’m not going up there,” I said. The thing is, I love performing. I’m never more happy than when I’m singing on stage in front of a cheering audience, but I didn’t feel this was the right place and time for a performance, so she said that she’d come down with the mic instead. Luckily though, they ran out of time, so there was no time for me singing, which I didn’t mind at all!
Yesterday, which was New-years-eve, Sister and I went to the hotel spa to book a massage. While waiting for it, we laid by the pool listening to an extremely funny book. I had been looking forward to the massage long before I even left for Malaysia. I felt stiff everywhere and it would be good with a proper, professional massage. The massage was just as good as expected. It was better even, because we didn’t know it was gonna be a full body massage. The therapists were extremely polite and called us Miss all the time and when they wanted us to turn around or lift our heads, arms or legs, they always said: “Excuse me miss, but can you please…. Afterwards, we both felt like a cup of tea and funnily enough, we were seated and given two Chinese styled cups of hot tea. The tea wasn’t just hot as in very warm, but it was spicy. At first it was good, but then it turned horrible. For therapeutic effects though, we finished it all. We both felt like new creatures afterwards.
After the massage, we went to the beach. I had started to get a little sun burned, so I stayed in the shadow while Sister stayed in the sun. There was this Chinese guy on the beach next to us. He listened to very loud Chinese music on his mobile and he kept looking our way all the time. After Sister and I had dipped ourselves in the warm Indian Ocean, the guy started speaking to us. He seemed like a nice guy, but his English was terrible, so it was hard to understand what he was saying. Eventually he came and sat right next to us and we started sending each other music via Bluetooth on our phones. We managed to have a fairly interesting chat but his English was so bad we had to ask him to repeat himself. Then, he didn’t understand me and Sister when we spoke English. He wanted to meet us in the evening, but both Sister and I hate rejecting people said that we had to stay with our parents and that he would see us if he was lucky. He got our numbers as well, which I realise was kind of stupid.
We were the only once in the restaurant when we went to dine at nine in the evening. Most of the guests were in the buffet restaurant, but dad’s so sick of Asian buffet food so he insisted on eating at an A La Carte restaurant. We got New Year hats, whistles and some other click things plus bangles that flashed in the dark. Sister and I ordered Mongolian kebab with rice, mum some fish and dad a horrible chicken dish none of us liked. China guy phoned while we were eating and asked when we would be there. Kind of annoying since we’d said we had to stay with our parents, but we said we didn’t know. After dinner, we went to the main restaurant and bar was the big party was. We ordered Singapore Slings yet again and sat and watched the games. Not that it was easy to follow what was going on. Some Malays do have quite a difficult accent to understand, plus the music was loud, but Sister got picked to join one game which was to find various items on the general public in the bar. We met China guy eventually by the pool and talked for about ten minutes before we went back for our drinks. We told him that we weren’t allowed to stay away from our parents, which wasn’t true at all. Don’t know if he even believed us, but who cares. He kept calling and texting us during the night and we finally gave in and said he could come join the family in the bar. He thought we were kidding, so when he saw mum and dad leave, he came in to the bar to find us. The Filipino band that night was awful, so Sister and I didn’t wanna stay for too long. All the count down and fun was over anyway. He was just a couple of meters away from us, but didn’t see us, so called my mobile, which I just ignore. This was the conversation Sister and I had: Me: “So shall we just go then? The band sucks.”
Sister: “I know, but there he is!”
Me: “/where?”
Sister: “Right in front of us, he can’t see us, but he’s trying to call you now I think
My phone starts ringing.
Me:” I’m ignoring it, anyway I can’t hear it I can just feel it, so let’s go huh?”
“Sister: But I think he’ll spot us if we stand up.” Me: “Is there really no back door or something?”
Sister: “Hmmm, don’t think so, ok let’s go right now!”
So we started walking very fast without him seeing us, we think and headed to our room. Nothing at all wrong with the guy, but none of us felt like speaking baby English for another couple of hours and because of the language barriers, we’d ran out of things to talk to. Perhaps we’d given him a chance if his English was better. He was very disappointed when he called me and found out we had gone to bed because, “We were so unbelievably tired.” I woke up in the morning with 10 texts from him on my phone. I think it was the same text sent many times. Weird. We felt kind of bad for running away from him like that, but justified it by saying to each other that he shouldn’t base his night on two indecisive girls when he could spend it with good friends in stead.
We didn’t see him this morning when we went to have a last sunny beach hour before going back to KL. I’m quite tanned now and feel good from all the exercising and good food. It’s gonna be good to go back to London. I phoned Shayne briefly last night to say happy New Year and I think I might be falling for the guy. I know that’s kind of silly. I mean I just broke up with M and all. Oh, and I was bad girl in Lumut I sent him a drunken text. Whatever, he isn’t gonna read it until he’s back from Canada anyway. I shouldn’t go for something new so quickly, but I wanna have fun. So, London, it’s gonna be good to be back home, but I’m gonna miss the heat, sounds and smells from Malaysia.
2007 has been an eventful year. Here are some of the things that have happened to me in the past year.
February: I broke up with Dazzler
March: I had my first broadcast on national radio
April: The luxurious birthday party of my friend Le petit Prince whom I’ll write more about later.
May: Working with a Glasgow radio station and my final exams. Getting to know M and Bee
June: Going to Norway for the summer. Creative writing camp in Oslo.
July: Graduation, KJ’s hen party, the long conversation with M where we confessed our feelings, KJ and wedding, M breaking up with Bee
August: Moving to London. My lovely months with M
October: Things start to look bad with regards to how M feels about his life.
November: Trip to Bergen in Norway to see family for a christening, M breaking up with me, Erotica 2007,
December: Sympathy trip to Norway, Meeting KS, going to Malaysia.
I can’t complain that my year has been dull. Also, I must not forget all my lovely new London friends.
Goals for 2008.
Try to find a gym near me that doesn’t cost too much. Get a proper job. Do at least three things I’ve never done before, but I haven’t yet decided what that’s gonna be. Do everything I can to stay in London. Sort out my love life. Keep having fun with my friends and get involved with the band in my church.
Thank you God, for 2007. Hello 2008!
Tags: Bee, Bic Runga, break-up, Dazzler, Filipino band, Friends, KL, KS, London, Lumut, M, Malaysia, Norway, Oslo, relationships, Singapore sling, Sister, Sway
