[Don’t read this, it’s really crap!]
What a beautiful sojorn I had in Tanjung Jara. It can be like a slap on the face this tranquility thing, if one’s life of norm is what we had in KL that is. A good pleasing slap though, as at times we need to be reminded in the stillness of time and overlapping waves, of the whole purpose of our existence ans the importance of getting acquainted with our old selves again. The own self that been abused to please other’s needs and demands as required in our line of work.
My maternal grandfather was a fisherman. A hardcore fisherman from the east coast. Growing up, I used to visit his house by the fringe of the South China Sea. Those waves, pristine beaches and lulling breeze were the things that surrounded me when I was there. The very South China Sea that I saw in Tanjong Jara can be very captivating and made me at a loss in her embrace.
The life that I had with her would include the time I spent with my late father, maternal grandfather and step grandmother (jeez, Malaysians!) by her shore building sandcastles and chasing crabs. If I could speak to the crab, probably the grandchild of the great-great-grandcrab that I used to chase, he would tell me about the silly girl who always chase his great great grandcrab nonstop till both of us stop just a bit further than armreach, just staring at each other dead tired.
My “educated” guess is that, me and the mindless chase must be a folklore that has been transmitted from one generation of ‘crabian‘ to another so that the younger generation would know what to do should they come across the similar creature like me.
I shouldn’t talk bad about the South China Sea as she can hear my thoughts even from this safe distance of KL. Nevertheless, her beauty would be the last she would think of come monsoon season. Just like many people that I came to know, the other side of her can be very scary and demanding.
It is best that, from past experience, for me to dumb over this monsoon period as I am sure when April arrives she shall be a beauty she was all over again. This is the sort of beauty that the period of harshness that you went through seem so insignificant and your inconvenience is just a small sacrifice.
I pen off now. I already sound crazy enough. Good day folks!