I wouldn’t say that I get home sick; I’ve been on school camps many times as a kid so I’ve gotten used to being away from home. I never really miss my family; I know that they will be at home when I get back (Though if something did happen to them I would be very upset and want to go home). My friends too, I know will be waiting in Melbourne to see me. But when you’re in an unfamiliar country, and you know only 3 people in the entire country… that’s when you start to feel quite secluded. Especially when two out of those three are people you have just met and you can’t really talk to them about stuff that you’re used to talking about with friends. Vanessa’s parents were very kind to me and really wanted me to feel at home in Malaysia. And I did, I truly did. But there’s always going to be a gap between myself and them (even though they tease me by telling dodgy jokes) they are still ‘strangers’ to me. I could never fully relax in front of them; I always had to be on my best behavior, mind what kinds of things I said, what things I did- I got the feeling that I needed to impress them somehow. I don’t think I did that very well, the whole time over there I just casually followed them where ever they wanted to go, and didn’t seem to take much interest in wanting to see sights that I had heard about elsewhere. Regrettably, I didn’t even take photos with them and me in it! (all the ones I had taken only included Vanessa and myself). So I always felt slightly on the edge when Vanessa’s parents were around. Because her parents had just known me for not even two weeks, I really was not expecting anything for my birthday. My own parents don’t even celebrate my birthday with anything. For my eighteenth birthday, my parents didn’t do anything- my dad didn’t even buy me a gift. He totally forgot. So why would I dare expect anyone else to make an effort for me? That’s why what Vanessa did for me felt even more special… Up until my birthday, Vanessa was always teasing me: “Do you know what day it is in 3 days?” I asked her, trying to hint at her that it was my birthday incase she forgot “Yup.” She replied “It’s going to be Wednesday!” ^^” she replied. I laughed, I really didn’t expect any sort of present or to go out and celebrate anywhere. I would have been contented with a simple “Happy Birthday baby!” or something like that. So that night before my birthday, I went to bed early expecting nothing. What I woke up to was very special. We rose early, and got dressed in some comfy clothes. “Time to go baby.” Vanessa said in the morning, already waiting to leave “Where are we going?” I asked genuinely, really not expecting anything. “I dunno ^^” was her only reply. I knew then that something was up: that they had planned something for me, and I was already beginning to feel very thankful and appreciative of their efforts. We drove down from their house to the Glenmarie Resort house, where there’s a; gym, swimming pool and day spa. We were looking for parking outside the day spa, somewhere close to the door so that Vanessa’s mum didn’t have to walk too far (lol), when Vanessa reversed too quickly and hit another car on her left side. We were all in shock for a second, and quite confused on what to do. My first thought was “Is this my fault? We’re only here because of my birthday…” So the feeling of being very touched kind of sunk down a bit, and the void was filled with a tinge of guilt. After the commotion outside, and being treated like royalty by the Glenmarie staff (for no other reason than for being white), we eventually walked inside and started my birthday in full.
It turned out Vanessa had planned for her, her mum and myself to attend a day spa together. I had never been to a day spa before. Being a man from low standing, I had never been pampered or had someone toting on me before in my whole life. Needless to say, this was going to be a whole new experience for me. It was very strange at first. As soon as I walked through the door, I already felt strange. A man greeted me, and bid me to change into a robe, a towel and a pair of shorts. “NO SHIRT!?” I asked myself incredulously. I have never gone topless in front of people since I was 5 years old(because of my obese weight problem, it was always embarrassing). But I figured no one I knew would be around and ill probably never see any of these people ever again, so I just went with it and took my shirt off. After bathing and getting changed again, I then went through the circuit of hot baths, cold baths, saunas and spas. It was very relaxing to lay in the bubbling pool of warm water, and stare up into the blinking lights in the ceiling. Just letting the mind drift away into nothingness; letting the mind go blank, enjoying the warmth of the water and the tickling sensations of the bubbles. I tried to cover up as much as possible when entering/leaving each station, but I soon got more relaxed about it and wasn’t so adamant about it any longer. I had no idea which station was in what order, so I let the attendant direct me around and tell me which one to do in what order. I thanked him politely and left the spa area and went into the back area where there were comfy chairs and TV/magazines to busy myself with while I waited for Vanessa to meet me at the back.
Being the naïve totally lost white boy- I was obviously waiting in an area totally different to the one I should have been in.
One of the attendants walking by noticed a white boy sitting by himself, and recognized that I was probably the one that Vanessa and her mum had told the attendant to look for and tell me to go to where they were waiting. We sat around in a private room for a few minutes, just ordering food and drink to eat and enjoying the quiet soft tones of muffled voices and birds outside the clear windows opening up to a green landscape. Though we were rudely interrupted and asked to leave the private room and go to anther one (which was taken when we came back from the massage), it was still quiet and peaceful enough in the main area, with the projector on the wall with cable TV viewing. The food wasn’t fantastic, but I would say it still beats some of the bad Melbourne asian food. But as with most things: it always tastes better when it was free. The highlight of the experience was the body massage that Vanessa and I had. We went into a dimly lit room, where two asian girls (not pretty at all :( ) were waiting to give us a massage. It was very relaxing, and I wondered if I could learn a few things so that when I gave Vanessa a massage it would feel this good. I don’t know if I managed to learn their techniques quite effectively, but Vanessa says my massages are perfect anyway ^^. It went on for many minutes, and I was almost falling asleep when she asked me “Do you want stepping?” “Huh? What’s stepping?” I managed to glance over to Vanessa. “That’s when they hold on to the ceiling and walk on your back.” Huh, I had always seen that in movies and it always looks really relaxing, but these two girls weren’t as hot as the ones in the movies ( =P! ), so I declined politely and said yes to cracking. Now, I don’t know about you, but when most people hear their neck snap as loud as a tree branch being snapped in half, they would almost certainly ask them self “WHAT THE F*#K WAS THAT?”. I was worried that my neck had been caused permanent harm, and wondered if these two girls were Charlie’s Angels and had come to assassinate me… The massage continued on for a few more minutes, and the girl made her way down my lower back and massaged just above my butt cheeks. I knew then that I probably should have shaved my ass, because she most likely hasn’t dealt with many white people before and had to use a lot more massage oil in order to make my skin soft enough to rub properly. The day spa was nice, and I look forward to a day that I can afford to go back again with Vanessa. It was nice to just sit down and relax next to her, always 3ft away from me and in view. She’s the thing that made everything magical.
She looked stunning that night, too. After the day spa we went back to her house and got changed into some evening wear to go out and eat at a fine dining place in KL. The drive was long and I was anxious to see where we were going. Vanessa though, kept me from getting out of control. She had dressed up in a very beautiful dress, and put on makeup and dressed up. She looked like a queen (and I always treat her like one). I felt like the happiest guy on earth to be with a girl this beautiful. We eventually got to the hotel and sat down to eat. The restaurant was very empty, with only a group of 12 people or so eating dinner together in a secluded part of the restaurant. The setting was nice, with comfy chairs and a very dazzling center piece to the room. Chains of multi coloured lights hung down from the ceiling in a tube shape, and changed colour from; greens, all the way to reds and yellows – even blues. The dinner was no less spectacular, with a nice soup entrée, fish main and pudding dessert. Just tasting the quality of the food, the tastes dancing in my mouth, I could tell that this was a very expensive meal. I felt even more honored to receive such a nice birthday gift when I found out that Vanessa’s mum had won the dinner in a purchasing competition that a clothing store had held, and surrendered the dinner for two for Vanessa and myself. The evening was complete with a series of photos that we took together and we left the restaurant and went home, where Vanessa had prepared a special cake for me. My name was on the top and it said happy birthday; Vanessa even remembered that I liked carrot cake and specially ordered one for me. We took photos of me blowing out the candles, and coupling together. She looked so beautiful in that dress; I will never forget the way she cutely pouted constantly at me ^^, the way her eyes looked at me over the dinner table, the way she complained that she didn’t like the vegetables on her dinner plate and demanded that I put some of them on mine so that she didn’t feel bad for not eating them ^^.
It was a very special day for me, and I will treasure it in my memories forever. I never expected to be treated with such hospitality and kindness from a family who had just met me not even two weeks beforehand.
Baby, I thank you for making me feel more than at home, in a place so very foreign to me.
My only wish is that some of those moments together were just as memorable for you.
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