PROLOGUE

Emma clutched the sheets to cover her bosoms. She watched discreetly as Edgar grabbed his wallet and keys from the nightstand. Edgar glanced over to Emma; thinking she was still sleeping. He nodded and left the apartment. A soft click of the lock affirmed the door’s closing.

Taking her panties from the bedpost, Emma threw it into the half-full laundry basket. The thick curtains let blades of sunlight come into the darkened room. The clock showed 7.30am. She walked into the attached bathroom to relieve herself. As she flushed the toilet, washed her hands and took her toothbrush from the cup, she thought to herself: just another guy.

It has always been this way for Emma; she never has a real relationship with a guy, never wanted to. Going to a bar with her girlfriends, she would get a free drink from a guy who's interested in her, chatted for a bit and left for a night of passionate romping. If they went to the guy’s house, she’d be off first thing in the morning; vice versa if the guy went to her house. The guy wanted to get into her pants (or skirt, depending on the attire), and she wanted to get into his. No strings attached, hence there were no broken hearts.

Emma wasn’t originally like this. A string of unsuccessful relationships made her very cynical about the L word. She harbored such distrust for love relations, she even chuckled when a guy mentioned it to her. Her attitude to love was, to say the least, tepid. She had enough of it – giving love and getting none in return. There were no fights in her previous relationships, not because they were happy; the other side just didn’t bother enough to fight.

Emma spat out the toothpaste and rinsed her mouth. As she gargled her thoughts went to what she was going to wear that day: the striped tube top with lavender trench? Or a sundress made formal with a suede bolero and wide belt?

to be continued...

Weekend Trip

Weekend trip: shoot up to Sandakan!

Originally it was just to send my aunt back to Wee Tee Tong Plantation, but mum said that we'd just extend the trip by going up to Sandakan. Well what the heck. Let's go! It was just my parents and me and Arin - sis Nadia was in KK for a tennis tournament. Here are some pics of the trip:

yours truly on the way to Sandakan

Arin on the way to Sandakan

We're here!

Snapshot of a bus

We went for lunch at the Giant mall - had pizza. Then we went hotel-hunting. Dad wanted to changed accomodations - we have stayed in Sanbay Hotel everytime we came to Sandakan. But lastly, it was Sanbay that felt most at home to us (and ample parking too!)

Hotel Tyng Garden

At first, we wanted to try out Tyng Garden, but it stated "reservation only, walk-in not entertained" which is bullshit.

hotel-hunting

Dewan Masyarakat Sandakan

Arin at the entrance

yours truly at the entrance

waiting for confirmation from mum+dad about room availability

Went up to our room - 231. Rested a while before going out to dinner. Then a movie at 9.30pm. Watched Robin Hood. I love historical pieces, and this is an outstanding one. It needed no prior knowledge of Robin Hood to watch, which will be VERY convenient for the typical Malaysian who reads a below-average amount of books (or much less, history). Cate Blanchett was stunning as ever, and the location is lovely!

Went back and called it a night.

Woke up at 10am the next day - just stayed between the sheets, reveling in the coldness of the hotel room and the coziness of the thick blanket. Took a shower, and we are all set to leave. Had lunch at bandar Indah, and left.

ominous...LOL

while waiting for mum to buy papayas

Until now, Sandakan has always felt strange to me. It has this aura of mystery, and it unnerves me every time I go there. Nonetheless, it is a quaint place, not a small town, but not yet a city. :)