Thursday, October 27, 2011

just keep swimming.

Last Tuesday, I went to Port Dickson with my family. that day, we decided we won't do anything - just eat KFC, watch movies and sleep. the next day, we woke up early, my parents sitting on the balcony of the apartment we rented, my brothers out to look for breakfast, me reading my book while listening to music and Kak Ain looking over the sleeping Umar Mikail. after breakfast we decided to head down to the beach, other than Bakmal who stayed in the apartment for awhile to watch a movie (seriously his laptop has a big collection of movies).

we got to the beach where people had been wading around from early morning. this was like 8.30 in the morning and people are already in the water. most by the edges, just playing around and a couple of heads bopping around in the deeper side. the beach was kinda dirty actually so I decided to go deeper - apparently, alone. mom was warning me but knowing me, the berani-tak-menentu-girl in the family, I looked back, smiled and walked deeper.

then my brother left Umar to Kak Ain's hands and followed me. it was nice - the water chest high, and you can't really see what's swimming around you (hopefully nothing disgusting, but I don't wanna ruin this moment). I wanted to swim, but the water was salty and dense, so all you should be doing is wade around.

soon we decided we should go back to the beach, and I stepped on some rocks (dammit! I hate those rocks, and their only victims seems to be only girls cuz none of my brothers stepped on them and I heard some kakaks stepping on them too) and later my foot really hurt and I was convince I got cut. it was true - it's a miracle I wasn't bleeding, but mom said salt water used to be the medicine for everything (which is why I dunked my head in the water for a few seconds, to get rid of my zits, and if I have a sore throat every morning  I would gargle with salt water) so I guess that made the cut a little less painful.

we went to the swimming pool of Corus Hotel which was open for people who lived/rented in the apartment, but I didn't bring my swimming suit (how was I supposed to know that when mom said there was no swimming pool she actually meant the hotel at Langkawi?) so I decided to ignore all means and got into the pool anyway. sigh~ I haven't swam in a long time and it felt good to have water running out of your nose and feel short of breath once in awhile.. okay maybe not, but swimming is good exercise and I need that exercise from all the Corntoz I've been eating.

but after awhile I was wading around, waiting for the right time to swim (I can't just take off with all these people around!!) and suddenly the lifeguard blew his whistle and pointed at me and told me to go to the kid's side. people watched as I got nearer to the kids side where Kak Ain was with Umar.

Bak kata pepatah Ili, maluuuuu.

Bakmal came and went for a swim, then asked me if I wanted to go to the beach with him, and I said sure. we went there, but the water was shallower than just now. Bakmal said 'tak best la air surut~~' and I told him 'padan muka, siape suruh turun lewat sangat.' so we gave up on the sea cuz at the same place I was with Abang just now, the water level was lower than Bakmal's belly button. on the beach we decided to make sand castles. me being the slow youngest sister I thought of making an actual castle, which I forgot we haven't done for a long time. when I was 11, we started burying Abang's body instead, and when Kak Ain came along we started making images, like flowers and stuff. so on our own sand canvas, me and Bakmal started working on our own 'sand castles'.

first I did a pen, cuz you would make something that you like, right? I like books, but I can't do a book. I like writing and drawing, so I did a pen. but then I saw Bakmal's was sort of a marijuana symbol, which was what he liked to do, smoke weed, and it was original. but I was doing a pen?! it started to look like a penis when I decided to give up and make a quaver note instead. I like that - music, I mean. but it looks so small and it doesn't mean anything (now that I think about it I should've done a treble clef - it's much more complicated and prettier) so I brushed both out and decided to do something else. Bakmal was almost done, and I bursting my brain out to think of something I like. I like a lot of things, like a lot, other than sports. so in the end I did a typical heart cake. compared to Bakmal's it seemed immature and childish, but I decided it meant a lot more than a shape. we both signed our work of art, and left the beach.

went back to the pool and cleaned up while Bakmal swam another round. I was practically on the blacklist for the day so I sat on a chair with my parents, disappointed with myself. everyone was tired of the water and we decided we should head back up - even it's still 10.30 am.

This video is so sweet, really. and I know most of my readers won't know but the guy in the end is Yuna's real boyfriend. SWEET KAN?? hehe.

I don't mind if you wanna stay,
With that smile upon your face,
Hang around for a little while,

Please don't drive away even for a mile.

I don't mind if you are far away
I’ll be waiting for you anway,
Under the sky of sunshine or rain,
I know I'm gonna be in your arms again.

Different continents,
Its not a thing.
'Cause I know we’ll be okay.
Endless borders,countless days,
Our love will pave the way.

I’ll be your wall,
For you to lean on,
When you fall just try to hold on,
I’ll be back in your arms,
Together we’ll always be
For what may come.


P.S, tengok lyrics pun dah tau, lagu ni memang for Qi ;)

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