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Tuesday, November 16 2010
La Cruise De Votre Vie
[I wrote my Monday story but it’s unexpectedly gone ☹ So yeah... I think I’ll go by the summary. HaiLou went to the party and she accidentally spilled her martini on Someone’s suit. – She met the girls here, so let’s say she has recognised every one of you ☺]
Last night’s memories are still lingering in my mind. Sometimes, when I daydream in the middle of sipping my coffee or writing something inspirational in my notebook, I always think of him. How could I spill my martini onto his splendid Armani suit? I like to giggle myself when thinking about the incident. However, shortly after thinking about it, I immediately rush to stop those girlish giggles and curse on myself for being so easily fooled by the charm of a stranger in this cruise. I mean, of course, not even a single man here fits my type!
The sun shines brightly outside the ship. The glowing light falls on my coffee cup, leaving a shiny trail on its edges. I look up into the cloudless blue sky. I can hear people talking in crowd, laughter at several places, and vague music plays in other parts. It seems today is quite lovely to spend outdoors. (At that time, as usual, I isolate myself in Starbucks.) So, after paying my coffee, I stroll down the stairs to the ground floor and get out onto the deck to watch the people crowding together, like having a party.
The girls on this cruise, who on average are shy, are chatting politely, closed and slowly, trying to familiarise themselves. They wear see-through T-shirts that show their elegant curves, and shorts or swimming trunks under the tops. (I, who wear pants and vivid coloured shirt, am trying hard not to feel intimidated.) I join the group - who already are familiar with me, props to the party last night - then smile and greet them.
Suddenly, Nadia pulls my arm out of the group and takes me to the end of the deck – that directly adjacent to the clear and calm Pacific Ocean.
'Where did you go last night?’ Nadia asks impatiently, her expression describing a curiosity that needs to be satisfied. Of course she noticed that after the martini incident I did not go back to the party.
'I tagged along him to laundry his suit,' I admit.
‘Laundry? That night? Gosh, you guys were very naive. How many did the suit cost, until he should immediately wash it off?’ demands Nadia again.
'I have no idea. Even so, I still felt guilty, you know. I accompanied him and we walk on the deck until before the party ended, and I followed him into his room to see his paintings. Those paintings are magnificent, with unique colours combined and dynamic balance of design.’
'So, Hail-bugs, who's this guy’s name?’
'The name? To be honest, I don’t know, Nads,' I grin hopelessly.
'You didn’t ask his name?’ she seems surprised. 'And did HE ask yours?’
'I told him my name, to be exact. Just in case someday he would need me or anything.’
'You really ... ‘ she doesn’t continue her words. She clenches her fists, like so exasperated with my behaviour, but she finally let it go and sighs. 'Well. Never mind. It's better if you know his name, Hails. I'm sure you'll need a man or two someday.’
'I'll keep it in mind, Nads,' I say eagerly.
From there, she waves at me, tells me that she should see someone. We part there; Nadia meets her friend, and I return to the group that gathers around the swimming pool. The girls who had been standing and talking are now sitting in the edge of the pool; dipping their soft and pearl-like feet into the water; sunbathing with sun block scent wafts from their skin; and chat slowly.
I take my pants off (I have worn a lovely swimming trunks with lace and a beautiful floral pattern behind my pants!), squat and then join those who are dipping their feet into the water. There is Moira, Layla, Kitty, Rae and Aria. They smile at me sweetly as I immerse my feet into the water. The cold water in the pool stings; its low chemical bonding tickles fine hairs on my bare legs; and the whole of this sensation sends chill that refreshing for me.
We talk about Hawaii (Aria hears that the next stop is Hawaii, which immediately makes the girls who are sunbathing - Jess, and even Jami who’s reading a book jump from their seats and enthusiastic), and then the topic slowly moves to last night party. This topic, I guess, sooner or later, will spread to the other one that could be guessed.
A moment later, Layla whispers, lowering her voice, 'Hails, is the guy who yesterday went out of the room with you single? You see, he really has a look.’
Rae responds, her right hand rocks her camera, 'Well, I guess all the guys here will admit they are single when being asked like that. But, well, what's wrong with it?’ Having said that, she immediately takes the picture of my half-dreaming face; my mouth slightly opens; my eyes are widened, and my nose doesn’t look symmetrical. I'm really not a good virtual object viewed in the camera at that time. The rest of the girls laugh and I smile shyly.
'Well. I agree with you,’ Moira replies, nodding seriously.
'You should really keep an eye on him!’ Kitty goes along, make a big grin on her darling face.
'I'm sure I've heard of him somewhere,' Aria finally concludes. From all the girls there, I think she’s the one who knows the most about juicy gossips. 'And I’ve seen his face one day, you know. I mean it.’
'Could it be on Google?’ I ask, getting a creepy idea to seek the history of that mystery guy - if I already know his name later – I’ll search for him on Google. (My goodness, my intentions are very, very disgusting.)
'I think in the newspaper. Or yeah, perhaps on Google, 'Aria rolls her eyes. '… Whatever. It’s something like that. From his accent, I suppose he’s a European. Maybe Finnish or something.’
‘Does the person you guys are you talking about like to paint?’ Jess questions, removing her glossy Gucci glasses.
'He does!' I exclaim cheerfully. 'Yesterday I stayed in his suite and I can tell you there are a thousand glorious paintings. The colours are so impressive; there are blends of marigold and magenta, pink and salmon, Turkish yellow and Swedish brown, ivory and broken white! There are pictures I can understand, like about destruction and depression, the feelings of loneliness and abandoned. But there are some that so hard to figure out, like The Black Wall. I'm serious. It's just a canvas coated in black; there’s no other colour. It's a sad yet mysterious... but at the same time it makes you curious. He is ... really artistic.’
'He should be an artist, then' Jami simplifies.
'Well,' Jess murmurs, 'Hails, you must have found this guy. Because he’s there at the end of the deck now, sitting behind his canvas. Maybe he’s painting the ocean or something.’
All of our heads turn to the end of the deck, and we spot him there. Sitting alone, concentrating in painting. He plunges his dirty brush onto his palette, which is already sullied with nameless colours, and paints it on the canvas, drawing the horizon with the tip of his brush. He's like a creature that can’t be disturbed, strong-willed, and untouched.
He has certainly succeeded enchants me with his aura.
Wednesday, November 17 2010
La Cruise De Votre Vie
One. Two. Three.
I inhale a deep breath, filling the cavities of my lungs with oxygen, then immediately sink my face into the water to begin snorkelling. I've done this before. I think in Lombok or somewhere, I don’t remember for sure. I've always liked this activity; because this is the only way you can observe marine life quietly and peacefully without need to bother thinking about your oxygen tube or cramps on your feet.
When I open my eyes in the water, the first scene that I gaze on is the coral reef. See those underwater plants! They are like rainbow ink submerges in water. What a wonderful sea is this! The corals line irregularly, but there are something in them, which makes them look dynamic, synergistic, and complementary. On the sidelines of their holes and in the suburbs where they stand, grown green algae, waving to follow the movements of the ocean like a curtain flows in summer breeze from the South.
I also see beautiful fish, with orange stripes and yellow like afternoon sun, black and white spots, large and dark eyes and are located on both sides of their heads, and their entourage who swims in graceful formation.
Awhile later, I finally raise my head from the water after watching the tiny pink jellyfish build-up beneath the sand-coloured coral.
I shake my wet hair, pull away some of them which fall into the front of my face, and then laugh when I see the head of the other girls appear and sink from the sea.
I turn my head to the beach. I wav back to Isay; she’s drinking a pineapple juice from its fruit by using a bright-coloured straw at the moment; and smile when I recognise a guy who’s lately I noticed is sunbathing and reading a book under the humid Hawaiian sunshine.
I decide it is better if I start it first. I move from the water, and then walk towards the beach until finally manage to come up to him.
'Hi!' I greet him, hoping he recognises me.
He doesn’t immediately stop reading. I can see his sapphires-like eyes are still moving, reading the line in the book. However, a second later, his extremely irresistible eyes stopped moving, rolling up and see me looking at him, smiling.
'Hi,' I repeat again.
'Oh. It’s you,' he says shortly. There’s something inside him, a cold spell that makes the hairs on my whole body shiver. He is the type that you hated in high school times but secretly you loved behind. 'Loudermilk, right?’
Wow, he recognises me! I feel like dancing...
'Yeah,' I answer. ‘What are you reading? And why don’t you just dive into the water? I wonder if you want to swim with the dolphins like the others. It’ll be fun!’
'No,' he said. 'I think I better stay here. I want to make sure my skin colour changes a bit before we get out of Hawaii this weekend.’
'Well, I guess you do not have the talent to be tan, Sir. Let's just dive into the sea.’
'I'm not interested,' he snaps eagerly, his body lays in another direction. 'Swimming with the dolphins ... That’s ridiculous.’
'What? It's not ridiculous! It’s a pleasure! It’d be good for your inspirations, you know. I know you're an artist. Aren’t you craving for ideas, innovation and inspiration? Your brain and your heart need a revival. Come on. Why don’t we just snorkel?’
'Nothing can be seen in Hawaii,' he moans.
'Don’t you want to see the corals and rainbow coloured sea algae that dancing? How about those hordes of fish and sea animals – which make up the formation and swimming splendidly under the veil of the ocean? Are you absolutely sure don’t want to see all that and capture it later, when you're back to the boat and dealing with the canvas and your palette?’
There’s a pause.
I hear him turns around to see me. He stares towards me – his gaze freezes me with magic contained by his precious eyes. He melts my legs, flexes my fingers, and absorbs out my misery. Oh, those eyes to kill for! He seems confused and stunned, amazed and shocked in once.
Fascinated for a few minutes, his eyes are moving steadily, observing my face, searching for clues.
'Is – is it really beautiful as that?' He asks me in hesitant.
'Well. It depends on how you see it,' I apprise. 'If you appreciate the beauty of nature, I’m sure you'll see it the way I do. You have to take in the beauty, meaning its glory, and feel it. Just - desperately – feel – it.’
He’s wordless. He glares at the book in his hands, his wannabe-tan skin, and me. Afterwards, he gazes at clear blue sky, and the ocean beyond. He considers his choices for a moment, pondering all this, then finally announces: ‘You know… I guess I’ll give it a try.’
'Do you want me to go with you?’ I offer myself, smiling lively.
‘It’d be great, Lou,' he answers with, returning my smile with a delightful one. (Lou? Does he think Loudermilk is my first name? Well, whatever. I’ll be glad if he calls me with anything.) ‘Halvard is the name, anyway. I hope you don’t forget it.’
'All right then!' I declare enthusiastically, standing up from where I bend over him, and precede him into the sea. He's trailing behind me – I mean, Halvard – with his big steps. In my heart, I bounce happily, shouting, 'Of course I will never forget his name!’
We continue walking with the wind rustles on our damp skin, facing the sun, toward the ocean.