First it was just the waking up early that bothered me not to go to the amusement park today, and the restlessness since I don't sleep well at holidays and I've been out everyday - but since my cousin's going back to Medan soon - you can't leave Jakarta not going to Dufan. The new ride, Hysteria - no way no hysteria there - encouraged me though, even if that encouragement is quickly dissolved that my mother's 32 weeks along pregnant and no one approves of her coming and Thalia's conflict and everything.

So, that was what I was pondering while queueing for the roller coaster and thought of how it reminds me of Susan Elizabeth's Black Thunder and how it's supposed to bring Honey Moon's calmness - when Maxi had to kept pushing because the punk kid behind him was shoving him forward and the little chubby mean kid who didn't want to back down the queue was fighting for our place and kept shoving and pushing and it was so annoying I actually told them to quit shoving. 

Future reference on fainting - because I intend to have this experience and get the silver lining of it:

Then either because of the heat my stomach felt queasy as I thought of the bread I quickly savored in minutes before - I wasn't feeling good. My legs were wobbly and the shoving from the back made it hard to breath as the two way line thinned into a single line and people shoved harder (especially that kid whom later I ran into again at McD and I had to count to 5). I started to think "If I were home, I'd be cool at my room in front of my computer doing something productive. God, am I having a panic attack? I'm not having a panic attack. God, I'm breathing hard, I am having a panic attack. Stop thinking of panic attacks and you're not gonna have one." Then I tried to stop thinking all together and it was worse! I tried to take in as much oxygen as possible and it's like I can't breath through my nose so I started with my mouth and I felt so lightheaded that I grabbed the back of Sylvia's arm - whom was in front of me at the line - and said to her "I felt like I want to faint" Which is partly true because I also want to vomit but I don't feel like I have anything in me I can vomit out so I leaned my head down at my limp arm dangling at the railing and the weight of my backpack felt so huge; which is weird since it only had a few pieces of clothes and crackers at the time (I didn't even bring my Caprisone).My aunts and cousins began to worry but it made everything worse, their shouts and loud voices on top of the others and when I looked up my ears were ringing and my vision blurred I'd barely made out that they said I looked so pale. I didn't know how I managed to kept moving forward at the queue until the stairs leading up to the coaster but I sat down at the steps because everything's blurry and I can't hear right - the moment when I felt just like dying because the feeling's so unpleasant and my aunt began to massage my neck because gratefully they had the chapstick like eucalyptus oil rubbed all over me. I think the lady in front of us at the queue understood my aunt's frantic Hokkian language that she offered hers which was in the bottle to me (they told me when I was better since I couldn't see or hear right). It's like being in a deep pool and the sounds are coming from the surface and there's a deathly silent ringing and no matter what it didn't go away and you don't have a nose that you can only breath at short gasps through your mouth that you can't talk like all the breath's been knocked out of you. I looked up after squating down to put my head between my knees and it was all blurry and purplish pink so whatever they offered me I took and being told to drink I did. And later I tasted the oil which tastes totally weird and effective at the same time but all was still pink and hazy when they finished dragging me on top of the coaster where I sat crossed leg at the operator booth and Slyvia was so scared at my - face, I bet, what else right - that she didn't want to go on the ride. Putting my head between my knees while waiting for the others to finish the ride because I just want to get down, find a bench and rest my eyes for a while - which what I did exactly after being escorted down the steps because when getting back at my feet it started being hazy purplish pink and ringing ears all over again until at McD - I don't know how I managed to get there, dragged I imagined - sitting at the farthest deserted table at the outside corner and I can breath right again, where my mom - when she met up with us after taking the little kids to the flying elephant ride- scolded me for my eating habits. So I felt oil whenever I had an air bubble coming up my throat and avoided crowded queueing all day - which's saying that I probably didn't ride anything exciting at all. 

And I just explained my feeling of my the worst 20 minutes today.

But the rest of the day was just fantastic; family feuds' gossips - Thalia as she was being punished left alone at home while the rest of us went to the amusement park and missed my almost dying so she probably didn't have as much fun at home - was a hot topic, Didi's usual temper tantrums, my fooling Maxi and him falling so easily for it and he gets back at it to Slyvia, Vivian's and my aunt's dirty jokes and my pretending not to know who this perverted people who happen to always queueing near me. 

My other aunt and her son did went home early; having enough and missing dinner and the picture.

Swear that we didn't plan on wearing white. A pleasant coincidence! 

This what made me sometimes pretend like I didn't know Vivian and my aunt; except this is the mild, less provocative version.

Labels: family: aunts, family: cousin, magazine: misteri, place: dufan

I was dreading today since the foiled plan of my first concert - Wondergirls, but still - disappointing nonetheless. But what supposed to be going-out-for-lunch-since-we-have-nothing-to-do-this-fine-Sunday turns out for going wherever the road took us. And the road took us to BSD but passing Alam Sutra to see my dad's favorite thing; water - more precisely, lakes - and the last time we visited that there was a little twister which took out the metal fences there but now they're there and no big winds, but still didn't dampen the mood. 

After that, we decided to watch Letters to Juliet because we've already watched everything at the Now Playing (not to mention Toy Story; twice) and while waiting we went shoe exploring. Not a big shock, since that's my dad still does that even though it's clearly holiday perhaps he doesn't know that it meant no work.

They pressed me to get high heels. They think I've outgrowned the year where I should have a shoe-which-made-with-a-little-more-skill a.k.a high heels (Dad should know, he's in the shoe business and he doesn't think making sandals is a big equation compared to heels). I liked my first to be the simple black pumps but my dad doesn't prefer that compared to the snake-skin I tried. He thinks that simple black pumps are not sexy compared to the hot snake skin ones. Psh yeah, like I'd take that comment into consideration. My dad might know everything and anything about shoes but I'm not basing my shoe picks over what he thinks is hot-or-not-for-his daughter's-feet. In short; I still do not own any pair of heels - let alone walk in them.

After the failed attempt at shoe-shopping, we killed time eating Carrot Cake - the Singaporean one - which is a good choice of food because it brought up one excellent meal conversation. Where's the carrot? Where's the cake? Why is it Carrot Cake? It's not orange at all! (I should know, my iPod Nike Pedometer is at that Carrot Cake stage; where's yours?). We three agreed that we like Letters of Juliet - not better than Toy Story although argumentatively my mother protested with no supportive backbone at all. 

Leaving the mall, again, we went to one of the make-shifts lake at the Alam-Sutra (although it's past visiting hours but the guards let us in anyway. Dad's pretty intimidating if you let him to be) where my parents are considering it because mainly well of course, it has a lake - beside the houses and Dad loves the ripples of water. They wanted to make it a vacation house and visits at weekends while our vacation house at Puncak is barely visited. You can only manage so many vacation houses. 

We were heading home when we passed; my favorite, favorite, favorite place in the world - Times bookstore. It's like my heaven. I swear when I die I want to be at Times, peacefully close my eyes while then Dream a Little Dream playing softly at the background. So while they got a few cookbooks, I got myself an Oscar Wilde - to celebrate my going to college soon. As a little reminder of inspiration. 

We had dinner across Times which if you ask me, reminds me of that time we went to Carmel - minus the beach, the ocean mist and includes the cars passing and pretty lights. My dad bought the Vacuum for the factory - the hugest barrel of Vacuum Ace Hardware has and lawn chairs for our now-current-not-at-Alam-Sutra-no-lake-vacation-home while my mother and I went shoe gazing. Shoe gazing and the salesman we got was such a gentleman it tied the whole day into perfection. The day that started out with no direction took its turn to be one of the bests.

I've got Slurpee, shoe-gaze and decided the place where I'd die today. Beat that, tomorrow (where I'll be accompanying mother to her ultra-sonogram, see you tomorrow little brother Elmo, try and beat this last 12 hours). 

Labels: book: airhead, book: runaway, book: the picture of dorian gray, people: oscar wilde, school: holiday

NO DISAPPOINTMENTS AT ALL - except missing the first few minutes because of.. Oh well, it was no less famazing; their voices and everything took me back to 11 years ago. Although sad that Bo Peep wasn't there; poor Woody and the sheep! 

I wept at every little thing. And even though I know exactly that the toys would be fine, no harm whatsoever - the waterfall wouldn't stop. Then the end - Damnit, that forced us leaving the theater puffed up red from crying. 

Not only that, when I got home I had to give my old dolls to my younger cousins - my mom and I had talked about it for awhile, since my half brother is 7 months along and we need to make some space - but still, it was so sad seeing those toys. I still got to keep my giant Pooh Bear and my colossal white Teddy whose fur always got stuck inside my mouth whenever I kissed it but never ran out of hair. 

Room cleaned, watched Toy Story - let's see if my toys would mysteriously return tonight. 

Farewell dolls, toys and stuffs, it's time for you to make those other younger kids happy.

Labels: movie: toy story, school: holiday

What I learned at school today.

Nap time is good.

Labels: friend: adamas, friend: ben, friend: cigi, friend: mutia, friend: nabol, friend: tami, life: high school, school: enxain

Sure do - no more climbing 1203294930 steps, now it has elevators - of course - to get there we have to walk 20129 steps and take a bus, then walk the bridges.




Here's Ziang Jia Jia (or however it's spelled) mountains (: dad just fell in love with this place - of course he has to, we took a 5 hour bus ride here yesterday up until 2 am. Then our tour guide gave us 4 key chains with numbers in it - my dad was about to throw it away and it was actually for our lunch - it's really like having lunch in a prison - the food was horrid and the restaurant was underground..

After served with wine I think my delusional dad just felt a little bit photogenic.




So photogenic that when the tour guide asked for a volunteer out of our tour group of who'd want to get married - Dad wants to


Dad's delusional behavior was contagious - because one of the people in our tour group gave a grandpa that seemed to be like 100 years old a cigarette.


It's either walking down the mountain or ride the cable car



We bet on a chicken - I was supposed to win, I'd called for chicken number 4 but dad had to go with #2 - Always pick the chicken that has a red comb on top of his head (;


At night, the tour brought us to a show - it was pretty cool, they use water as the screen and there was a scene though where it looks like a bad version of Thriller - neither scary or fantastic dance moves there :)

Labels: family: vacation

Second post of the week that's mentioning Pink - I'm on a roll!

Feasting pink Pringles the whole 8 hours of train ride to Chang Sa




John Mayer's 3x5 had been on loop - John Mayer; best for train rides (:

Labels: family: vacation, food: pringles, transport: train