The splash from afar

From the 9th floor of the hotel, we could see two views. One the Straits crawling all over the town, like a huge anaconda in mating season. The other view was a little bit further. The view of the ocean. The view I missed most.


It went to a point where I miss the beach so much, I end up lying down tanning on one of the chairs provided beside the swimming pool. Chair was laid out in the sun. The glaring hot sun. All I had to do was to lie down on it. Close my eyes. And pretend that I was at the Bahamas waiting for my monkey to fetch me the coconut.


For more than 15 years, I have not been to the state. I hardly remember anything. I don't remember the face of the girl who grinned as she walks down the stairs. Frankly I don't even remember how the fuck A' Farmosa looks like.


What amazes me this time, was walking along the Straits. If we take away sight of a little rubbish in the water, it almost look like as if you're in Venice. Sadly, no full moon reflecting on it's dark murky water. No mermaid appearing with coconut shell bikini. No gondolas.


It was just me, walking fast ahead of the rest. Cigarette on my right hand. Thinking maybe I should hit the beach when the time comes.


We usually call it, 'Panggilan Pulau'.