From Fireflies to Holding Hands

Fireflies… so lomantic hor?

This is a purely hypothetical blog entry. Of a person called Miss A. She’s been to see fireflies at Kampung Kuantan, Kuala Selangor for about four times already. The enthusiasm sort of fades with each time she goes there. To the extent that the last time someone asked if she’d like to go pay homage to the fireflies that make their nest by the river bank, it was all she could do to keep herself from rolling her eyes and gagging away, and muster a sweet no instead.

• The long drive on an awfully bumpy road.
• The army of mosquitoes.
• The long, long queue at the ticket booth.
• The long, long wait for your turn to get into a boat.

You can imagine why she wasn’t too crazy when a few friends suggested going there again. On two separate occassions.

Bleh. Bleh.

But despite all that unsavoury aspects of the trip, she suspects she knows why the place is always so packed and happening. Folks are not there just to see the fireflies. They have a more dastardly reason – to finally be able to hold hands with the girl/guy of their dreams :P

As you know and as Miss A knows, holding hands for the first time is a very, very sweet experience.

The first time Miss A ever held a guy’s hand was when she was crossing the road with a college mate. The road was very dangerous and busy, so he proferred his hand, she took it and he never let go. Waaah. Sweet hor?

After that, she held quite a number of hands that she lost count (except for Tun Dr Mahathir’s hand whom she still hopes to have a chance of shaking!). But one memorable incident remained. She remembered having a crush on this fellow and wondering if he likes her, too. That question was answered in Fireflies Village. As he helped her into the boat, he held her hand for the first time and sparks were ignited. The stars she saw in her eyes (and his) far surpasses the beauty of the fireflies flying around dutifully amidst the ooohs and aaahs of the jakun tourists.

And like fireworks, the sparks fizzled soon after. But if there’s anything good she learned from her firefly trips is that it’s a darn good excuse to start holding someone’s hand.

To find out more about this one-of-a-kind trip, traipse over to Journey Malaysia. If you haven’t been there already, Miss A strongly encourages you to go before the fireflies go extinct. Go lar, even if you don’t have any dastardly motives in mind ;)

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