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