Evacuate the dance floor.

Not to be hypocritical, but Malaysia is really really hot right now!

My night sleep has turned into a movie marathon, just to avoid sleeping/drowning in my own sweat. My face was as red as a baboon’s butt and lips as red as Marilyn Monroe’s marque lipstick. An additional fan to an air conditioner is no help at all. What I need now is a cosy mattress bed (probably Ikea’s sultan) in a mall with its full blast air-cond and a lullaby singing me to sleep until this Malaysian-summer is over, and waking up to a cup of Baskin Robins haha!

Fuuh.

Out of nowhere, my dad said he wanted to go to the beach, so there we were this evening. The feeling was oh-so-fantastic! Soaking my legs in the sand that was silky smooth and feel the sand between my fingers, whilst listening to the beach waves -- it never gets better. Such a perfect order to spread your imaginations wilder.

And there was a kite that caught my attention; it was shaped like a stingray with rainbow colours. I think I stared at it too long until the guy who was playing with it offered me if I wanted to join him. Finally, a pleasant Malaysian in public. But I signalled no. I turned my head to the waves, again, continue listening to it until every inch of my brain is occupied by the magnificent sound God has created. I was unwound.

Now, tell me who has ever done something as ridiculously romantic as recording the sound of the waves and send it to you through voice mail?