Gemia Island has only one resort and a neighbour in the form of Kapas Island. It is privately owned and thus, sees only a handful of visitors at one time, which is excellent if you’re interested in looking for an island that will offer you a good yet quiet time away from the mob. If you’re on a tight budget, forget about Gemia Island - your wallet will suffer a huge setback from just the food alone. Also, if you’re looking for a more active nightlife like a karaoke session or a bar that’s crowded with people, forget about the island too. You’re better off at Perhentian where bars are filled with people…and more noise too. Come here only if you’re rich, like the quiet and like being lazy (or a beach bum).
Been back for a few hours now.
Arrived in KL around 6pm and am totally missing the lazy island life.
Have a tan…and no, I didn’t get burnt.
Am uploading pics.
Will write soon.
…I’ll be off for what promises to be a romantic getaway.
If it’s not the case, then at least it’ll be a getaway from the horrors of work. I could write about work in this blog but we know how that always turns out.
I’m looking to test the resort’s spa in search of relaxation. So watch out for reviews if not a price listing and pics.
“1 November.”
“Huh? What about 1 November?”
“Nothing.”
“What do you mean “nothing”? Tell me la!”
“Not telling.”
“Pourqoui pas?” (Why not?)
“Coz I’m still thinking and if I tell you now, you’ll get all overagitated and I’ll never finish thinking.”
O.o
This while we were talking about marriage in general and what I had in mind for that big/special day. And he won’t tell me. Sheesh.
If Nil makes it here this evening ON TIME and if we make it to Italiannies ON TIME to meet up with a friend of mine, I’ll be able to go shopping for stuff that I desperately need for my island vacation (more about that later):
Tanning lotion
Sunblock (so I tan nicely)
A bikini or a one piece that’s sexier than my current one (I don’t care what people think - I think I’m curvy enough, K?)
Swimming shorts for Nil
Anyway, word is this: I’m off for Gemia Island this Thursday night for a whole four days and three nights.
(I seriously need a break. Work is driving me bonkers and frankly, I’d like some me time with Nil before he goes home for good. No no, no need to break out the tissues…yet.)
It was hardly cheap, I’ll grant you that. The total damage it did to my pocket for just room and board was nearly RM800 (per person) and this was excluding the bus ticket there as well as the activities.
(No matter. I have every intention of being a beach bum and going for walks. Plus there’s a spa on the island. Yes, I sense some serious pampering AND spending moolah.)
The first person I ever liked more than my dad or friend was this then-29 year old guy. It lasted for the duration of the church camp - about four days. I was, maybe, ten. I liked him because he treated me like an adult and he had this nice-guy quality. Not quite cute but pleasant-looking. Even then I knew that looks was not important to me. It was the heart that count.
There was also this other fella from church whom I like a lot but grew to dislike because of something he said. Since then, we don’t even say hi to each other much or less smile at each other. Back then I could hate people with a vengence. Definitely not a pretty/good thing to admit to but hey, I was young. (I was, what, fourteen, maybe.)
Then along came this guy from a co-ed school nearby. I was sixteen, full of girlish dreams about love. He was quite good-looking, nerdy in a way but oh-so-smart and oh-so-debonair-ish. Of course it didn’t help that our friends were teasing us non-stop about it. I “loved” him for a good long two years and more (after I left school) until he promptly shattered my girlish dreams. We never spoke after that. It was then that I realized that the best way to get rid of “love” is to bring out hate.
There was the first ex, the second ex and then there was Him - one of those strangely rewarding mistakes in my life. That’s one thing interesting about life. You learn life’s lessons sometimes best from your biggest mistakes.
Crushes, heartbreak, mistakes…that was then.
Love? That is now. Together? Stronger than ever. Forever? More than ever.
Strange yet comforting to know that I can only see myself with someone for the rest of my life. That I only want to belong to him alone.
So it has come to this. Breaks my heart all the time when I hear of bad news, especially when it involves things that can be avoided.
The endangered leatherback turtle population is effectively extinct in Malaysia and has deprived the country one of its most charismatic tourist lures, says a United Nations Environment Programme report.
I remember catching sight of these lumbering gentle giants as a child back in the 80s. I remember how people use to go by the throngs to Rantau Abang during turtle season. They were a common sight.
And we still hadn’t realized then that one day they would cease to exist.
The signs weren’t hard to miss. Remember that whole boohooha about people selling turtle eggs at a petrol station? Remember hearing stories about turtles dying from eating plastic bags they found floating in the ocean? Remember hearing stories of how turtles were being caught and slaughtered for their meat and shell?
What have we done about it?
N.O.T.H.I.N.G.
Just like everything else in this goddamn country, we hope and pray that someone else will do the dirty work. For a good majority of us, we just couldn’t care less. Money is more important. Our lives are more important. Who cares about animals that we don’t see every day? Who cares about the food we waste? Who cares about the air we breath? Who fucking cares about anything else but our selfish bodies and souls?
