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Arrived in Sabah yesterday evening. The trip was relatively painless. The food was nice, although the fried rice we got with our satay was totally stirred in with chilli powder and intolerable. Munched on Ferrero Rochers (came with the flight) and talked to a very friendly stewardess who apparently really likes California for the Mexican food. Naturally, we recommended she get a burrito next time she was in town.

My parents got us a room at the Tanjung Aru Beach Resort here in Kota Kinabalu. I dimly remember this place from when I was very little and staying in KK, mostly that the beaches were, and still are, covered in tiny little crab holes, filled with tiny little crabs, and the tiny little balls of sand they push around that feel like mushy peas under your toes. The view from our room is peaceful, overlooking a bay and the hotel's lawn leading to the marina. Seth and I woke up at dawn and walked along the beach. We bumped into all kinds of small, incidental animals -- crabs scuttling between the rocks that formed the wave breaker, the ubiquitous pipit, various magpies, wee fishies swimming right at the edge of the sand on the beach, a black crane, black water birds with red rings around their eyes, the native giant bees, moths and red ants, and a flock of chubby little birds with teal heads and tail-ends but bright orangey-red chests. Most of all, there were the swallows, who nest in the recesses of the the hotel's ceiling along the pavillion facing the sea. These were the same variety of cave swallows that native tribes harvest nests from for soup. We saw swallows in all stages of their life cycle -- mothers warming their eggs, parents feeding their chicks and generally having a good time darting out in circles around the hotel.

Our room is gorgeous. Dead flowers strewn everywhere, as a honeymoon suite is wont to be. I had no idea rose petals individually felt like tiny ice cubes until I tried sleeping on them. There's an unopened bottle of champagne slowly stewing in a bucket of melted ice from yesterday. We were so tired after the flight over and dealing with the people around us we pretty much fell like rocks into bed the moment we had a chance to crawl back to our bedroom, skipping dinner. The husband drew a bath for me because I was sore from the flight, stressed out from the family, and at a point where I was Tiny Fists of Rage at everything. Oddly, while my body registered that the bath was warming, soothing and nice for achy muscles, my brain kept finding it boiling -- even though I knew my heat threshold was usually high enough to tolerate this. As a sign of possible illness, I spent the night alternating between being very cold and very warm in a room that should have had a relatively even cool temperature.

I'm meant to be experimented on in a couple of hours by well-meaning aunts and my distinctly sledgehammer-like mother. Something about facials, make-up and doing my hair. My only vague idea of facials is being ordered to stay still as a pre-teen by my mother as she prodded into my face with cotton swabs and tiny metal implements, making me whimper from the pain of forcing blackheads out of my pores, and being told that the professionals who do facials also do this, just much more roughly. I find it all very...perplexing. My personal feelings about make-up start and end with I've never had any need or desire to apply it on myself, and thus never bothered with it. I get slightly leery when people suggest they can make me look pretty with the stuff. I don't have any trouble with make-up on other people, or anyone else having an interest in it. I just prefer to stay away from the stuff. I was expecting at least that from my aunts though.

The best part of this came when my mother said, "You need a rehaul." She turned to my husband and asked, "Don't you think she needs a rehaul?" And my husband very quietly said, "No."

We're both carefully trying to steal as much time as we can from this trip to actually enjoy the stuff being thrown at us, and each other's company. So far, we've managed to create pockets of space for ourselves -- brief ones, but pockets nontheless. I'm really happy I'm doing this with scanner_darkly -- who's been absolutely polite and charming where I've had to struggle to be. It's been great to watch him loosen up and think about things we can do together, like retreat to our hotel after walking around all day and plot games, or write. That, at least, has made me extremely glad.

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atrandum
May. 14th, 2009 02:38 am (UTC)
now your husband sounds so sweet!! =^O^=!! so lucky~~~XDD
vampyrichamster
May. 15th, 2009 12:55 am (UTC)
Thanks! I really do feel lucky, and he really is sweet. :)
kathrynlinge
May. 14th, 2009 04:13 am (UTC)
This has been really interesting to read so far - not in the least cos my baby bro is marrying his indonesian gf later this year (here in Perth) and a celebration is being planned by her parents in Indonesia for early next. From what I understand, it will be Quite Big. (TBF, I'm looking forward to being there, though I'm very glad I'll only be at the edges of the spectacle!)

vampyrichamster
May. 18th, 2009 03:02 am (UTC)
Oh, god, the Quite Big Asian Weddings. Still digesting the wedding reception I went through in the last two days to even talk about it.

You have my sympathies, and I wish your brother all the best weathering the spectacle!
countlibras
May. 14th, 2009 02:01 pm (UTC)
make-up
yeah, I never use the stuff either. I figure, on the bright side, if I ever date someone then he won't have to suffer a moment of "omg! that's what she looks like?!" when the make-up comes off.

Instead, I get comments like "wait, you're talking about clothes" and "you got dressed up? how did I miss that?" from the former boy. XD

Having said that, I'm having a make-up instruction class in a couple of weeks. A good friend is getting married in the fall and I figure that I should at least make an effort when I know she's going to look good. ^_~
vampyrichamster
May. 18th, 2009 03:05 am (UTC)
Re: make-up
The first time my husband saw me after I came back from getting my make-up done, he jokingly said it was like looking at a complete stranger. In fact, most of the reception, he could've sworn the person next to him spoke in my voice and had the same sardonic sense of humour, but he was never really certain who it was. XD

Good luck with the make-up classes. I swear the guy I married is probably better at applying the stuff than me. I'm sure he's gone through the trial by fire of accidentally poking an eyeball with a liner-pencil-thing...
countlibras
May. 18th, 2009 03:52 am (UTC)
Re: make-up
>>I swear the guy I married is probably better at applying the stuff than me.

Yeah, the former boy too. Damn those goth kids! XD
cr0wgrrl
May. 14th, 2009 02:52 pm (UTC)
Sif is missing you both, but acclimating to strangers a little bit. I went over with the Catboy to keep her company last time... she spent the first while moving to whatever room we weren't in, and her food had only been nibbled at. But by the end of the visit, she was staying (hidden) in the same room we were in, letting me brush her some, and eating food in front of us.

I am glad you are finding pockets of space to be together and enjoy the trip. :)
scanner_darkly
May. 16th, 2009 02:08 am (UTC)
I am glad -- but worried about her. Poor cat!

Thank you both so much for taking care of the stinky little beastie.
cr0wgrrl
May. 19th, 2009 03:27 am (UTC)
She is very sweet, if overall entirely too furry. (My black clothing, they are no longer black.) He is doing the majority of the sitting, but I figured she could use a little bit more attention from time to time.

Catboy reports her appetite has improved. Her bowl was entirely empty last time he visited, whereas at the beginning it was only dented. He also reports that she seems happy if he meows back to her, and will hold a conversation for a while and then be quiet.
vampyrichamster
May. 19th, 2009 12:08 pm (UTC)
Yay for eating! We continue to be surprised ourselves at how furry the cat really is. Clothing she has never even seen has managed to get infected with cat hair out here.

She does like holding her little conversations with people too -- it's a great sign if she's talking to the Catboy. It means she trusts him.
vampyrichamster
May. 18th, 2009 03:08 am (UTC)
Aww. Thanks very much for looking after the fuzzy thing. We're missing her a great deal too. Her photos never get old with us. I'm glad she is acclimating to you and the Catboy, and I'm glad everyone is okay.

We're still digging pockets of space out here. We've been enjoying parts of the trip too. Lots of swimming and photography!
cr0wgrrl
May. 19th, 2009 03:29 am (UTC)
I suspect she won't let you out of her sight when you return. :)
vampyrichamster
May. 19th, 2009 12:09 pm (UTC)
Or go fully-armoured in her condo and occasionally scold us for our transgressions. :)
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