"Good, My Older Brother Isn't Married Either"...
Remember the little getaway I had in Sunway, where I crashed with my friend, and how I said there was an interesting thing that happened at the pool, and I will blog about it once I uploaded the pictures?
Well, I finally uploaded the pictures! ;)
Check out the size! And this is only one side of it...
Anyway, I went to the pool to just laze about, do some clumsy laps, and enjoy the peace and quiet. I was plesantly surprised to see the sheer size of the pool as it was quite different from most hotels...
And so I slowly made my way from one end to the other, swimming under the man-made rocks and having pretty much a great time. And then I thought I'd go laze in the kid's pool, which had cool water gushing out at high speed, kinda like a jacuzzi, but cold...
One of the 3 children's pool, and where the conversations took place...
I thought it would be quiet. I was wrong. About 5 minutes into the lazing and shut-eye, a little girl came waddling up to me, and sat next to me. After a while, she said:-
Girl: "Hello, big sister"
Me: "Hello, little one" (Groaning inwardly as I really, really wanted some quiet time alone after the hectic week)
Girl: "What's your name?"
Me: "Daphne. And what's yours?"
Me: "I see. Hello Anya" (There are 6 other ladies around. Go talk to them...Pweease?)
Girl: "How old are you?"
Me: "22. And you?" (Gosh, this was beginning to sound like a job interview)
Girl: "I'm 9 and I'm going to be 10 soon"
Me: "Where are you from anyway?"
Girl: "I'm from Saudi Arabia. Where are you from?"
Me: "Malaysia" *Laughs*
Girl: "Are you married yet?"
Me: *Lol* "No dear, I'm not. Not that old la"
Girl: "Good, my older brother isn't married either"
Me: "Eh???" (Whoa, and where is this going?)
Suddenly, another 5 kids joined the pool. All about the same age, 4 girls and a boy. And suddenly, I had all these little kids splashing around me, asking me questions nineteen to a dozen and all talking about their older brother.
Whoa...Wait a minute...You're not all looking for a bride for him, are you? Are you?!? *Smack head* Oh, come on, I only want some quiet time alone, with nobody (that includes me) talking...Is that too much to ask?
Boy: "You want to meet him? He's sitting over there" (Pointed somewhere behind the trees)
Me: "No dear. Maybe some other time. It's cold outside the water" (Ah, there, a good excuse. The wind was strong and strutting around in a swimsuit was cold)
Girl: "It's ok. He can come in"
Me: "You know, I really gotta go. I want to get some actual swimming done. In the deeper end..." *Smack head, smack head*
It's 1.3 metres: Too deep for the kids!
And well, waddaya noe? He actually sauntered into view and lowered himself into the pool, as if on cue.
He smiled and said "Hello". I smiled back then quipped: "Oh, look at the time", and disappeared faster than I've ever moved in the water...*Lol*...In fact, my swimming instructor would have been proud!
This begs the question: Is this what people actually do? Do people from Arab countries (or any other country for that matter) actually come here for match-making? Come on, I can't be the only person to kena. After all, I'm no Jessica Alba or Catherine Zeta-Jones, or whoever else you may fancy. God knows how many other girls/young ladies have been asked the same questions in the span of that one week?
On second thought, he looked pretty darn hot. Haha. Oh well, why should I lie to you, right? I'll call a spade, a spade, and not pretend it's a spoon...Kinda like a Mediterranean Will Turner (of Pirates of the Carribean).
On third thought, it won't be so bad to actually get one of these guys. After all, the price of oil is shooting the roofs (And Saudi Arabia is famous for what?), and we need fuel for mostly everything (or so the hawkers, businesses, transport etc will have you believe to hike up the prices of their goods at every opportunity). Morover, if he can bring along all his siblings (let's see...6 kids and one adult won't come cheap on the plane, since they all can't squeeze on his lap) for holiday, he musn't be doing too badly in the finance department.
My Chair: Ah, this is the life...No match-making children ;)
Behind and slightly to the left of my chair were four pole-like brown structures made of stone (see above pic), and behind that was this lovely 'waterfall', leading to the spa...
But then again, he could be a pimp, for all I know. And anyway, I'm too busy at the moment getting ready to leave to be thinking about hooking up, with anyone. Unless, Mr Gorgeous would like to clean my room and closet and pack my bags...Hmm, that I might consider...;)
Note: *Name has been changed...
PS (Update): Everybody keeps asking about the picture of this guy. Aiyo. I don't have lar. I went to the pool quite a few times since I was staying there for about a week and had nothing much to do...I only brought my camera with me on the last day, and kept it in my locker till I was all dressed and dry. Can't bring the camera into the water, can I?