Saturday, July 25, 2009
wedding bells
At first I heard soft knocks, followed by two more louder ones, and then the sound of my wooden door creaking on the ground as it opens, just slightly and ajar to where i was, which was sitting on my neatly made pink bed, a glass of water in hand.
"are you about ready honey?"
I turned around and saw father, his head stucked in the doorway, smiling.
"almost. just give me some time, okay?" i said.
he nodded and then closed the door behind him and made his way down the stairs, the wooden stairways creaking softly, like everything else in our old wooden house, as he slowly made his way downstairs.
i sighed, and ran my fingers against the soft pink blanket right beside me. This was the last time that i'll be sleeping in my room, and I knew that for sure, because that day I was getting married.
I met him a long, long time ago, a time which i could scarcely remember as being something that ever existed. To me, that time was older than time itself, if that was at all possible, but I remembered every moment of it, even if it was so long ago that it seemed like a fleeting dream, that dream was true, right now.
I remembered my mother dressing me in a short pink satin dress on the first day of first grade at Le Blanc Public. We went shopping the day before and I remembered how she refused to buy me the beutiful tiny pink polkadotted dress I wanted so badly.
"If you dare want to be a proper lady when you grow up, you should start dressing like one right now."
That was my mother, always wanting myself, her only daughter if not child, to be a proper lady just like herself even if I had no intention, whatsoever in being anybody that does not consider running around in the swampy mud of our Louisiana backyard fun. In fact, when Le blanc first opened it doors, a few weeks back and father brought home the enrollment forms and all the registration details, mother refused to let me enroll.
"I would rather die than have my daughter socialize with those hooligans. Proper ladies do not go to school with people who smoke cigars against their school walls and spend their afternoons biting onion leaves while starring empty mindedly at the bayou mud."
It took her awhile to finally let me go and that was only because Agnes Parkington of the Louisiana Parkington was letting her daughter, Isabela go.
"At least you'll have someone suitable to talk to." she said, even though suitable to her clearly meant socializing with someone who is a hundred times richer than us and lives in a huge mansion in New Orleans with a all year heated swimming pool as opposed to our tiny hut and the bayou mud as a backyard.
Isabela Parkington was just like I expected. In mother's novellas there was always the mean snotty girl, who is rich, beautiful and everything else. Isabela Parkington was this and more, and like in all the novellas there was always one girl that the perfect girl would hate. In this case, that girl was me. She started laughing at me, and looking at me snidely while whispering to her friends when I pass her in the hallways. and then one day she found me sitting alone in the playground and said
"Tell your mother to stop acting like rich people. Poor people like you and your family can never ever be like us."
then she pushed me and I fell down on the ground.
My knees started bleeding and I began to cry.
It hurted too much, not the pain on my knee but the inevitable pain in my heart and that was when I first got my heart broken and at the same time discovered that it extremely hurts.
I did not want to cry. Not at school, not at the play ground where every body is starring, so I stood up. My knees wobbled, and my vision impaired by the thick tears filling in my eyes. It was all too much at once and I started falling over backwards. I was bracing myself for another scar. Perhaps this time something else would bleed like my neck if not my head. Whatever it was, I was definitely expecting it so I was surprised when instead of falling, I felt hands on my back, catching me, and steadying me and these hands has stayed there, with me, ever since.
"Knock. Knock."
I knew that mother would come. Mother always knew when something is wrong with me, and she always had good intentions of trying to help me fix whatever is broken, but that's as far as she usually gets.
"They're expecting us at church in twenty minutes darling. Are you about ready?"
"I- I don't know."
"Oh darling."
Mother sat down beside me and put her arms around me.
I could smell the familiar scent of her, lilac mixed with a bit of vanilla. It was in these instances, when I'm in mother's arms, even if they're fleeting that I feel at most comfort. Mother never had the words to say what she feels, but her hugs always says it all.
"Come. I want to show you something."
She took me out into our back yard. The bayou mud was thicker and wetter than ever before because it rained heavily last night.
"You love to sit with him out here in the evenings with your head in the mud, talking and just talking endlessly."
"Yes Mother."
I did not know where this conversation was going, but clearly i was surprised to know that she had been watching, all those afternoons I spent talking with him.
"You love to run around the forests with kites and hunt down birds like there is no tomorrow."
"You love rowing father's broken pirogue to the middle of the swamp even after I told you that it is extremely dangerous. You would sit down all afternoon out in the lake together with him."
"You love running around in the mud with him and getting your beautiful petticoats which I spend most of my money on dirty."
"You love swinging in the trees, in vines that could easily break, just like that, in any given instance."
"You call him Tarzan and yourself Jane."
"You get scabs from climbing trees, nearly died because of malaria, and refused all of my attempts to turn you into a proper lady."
I felt tears filling up my eyes, "Mother are you mad?"
"No dear. I am proud of you, because you have become a proper lady, an amazing one I must add, the most amazing daughter I could ever have."
and then she took off her shoes, and stepped down the wooden steps into the mud.
"Oh mother." I said.
She looked back, smiled at me, and then pulled me down with her.
"My wedding gown will get dirty mother." I said.
But she didn't reply and we just stood there, our feet sinking the bayou mud,in our eyes soaked up with tears and I finally realized, that the hardest thing I had to leave behind from this life, was actually the one thing that I thought I would never miss, my mother. I was ready to get married, I just was not ready to leave my mother.
I have been married for years and years now. Long enough that last year mother passed away and although grieving came like a thunderstorm and never left, I managed to get through, and I am still here right now. However, one memory still lives on, and if I ever felt like remembering I would take out my wedding dress from the attic and lay it down on my bed. Right beneath it, hidden under all the silk are mud stains. My wedding was beautiful and my husband was too, but if there was one thing that I would remember always about my wedding, is the memory of mother and I, our feet sinking in the bayou mud as we both finally understood what we have been missing all along and finally understood one of life's most beautiful lesson.
At first I heard soft knocks, followed by two more louder ones, and then the sound of my wooden door creaking on the ground as it opens, just slightly and ajar to where i was, which was sitting on my neatly made pink bed, a glass of water in hand.
"are you about ready honey?"
I turned around and saw father, his head stucked in the doorway, smiling.
"almost. just give me some time, okay?" i said.
he nodded and then closed the door behind him and made his way down the stairs, the wooden stairways creaking softly, like everything else in our old wooden house, as he slowly made his way downstairs.
i sighed, and ran my fingers against the soft pink blanket right beside me. This was the last time that i'll be sleeping in my room, and I knew that for sure, because that day I was getting married.
I met him a long, long time ago, a time which i could scarcely remember as being something that ever existed. To me, that time was older than time itself, if that was at all possible, but I remembered every moment of it, even if it was so long ago that it seemed like a fleeting dream, that dream was true, right now.
I remembered my mother dressing me in a short pink satin dress on the first day of first grade at Le Blanc Public. We went shopping the day before and I remembered how she refused to buy me the beutiful tiny pink polkadotted dress I wanted so badly.
"If you dare want to be a proper lady when you grow up, you should start dressing like one right now."
That was my mother, always wanting myself, her only daughter if not child, to be a proper lady just like herself even if I had no intention, whatsoever in being anybody that does not consider running around in the swampy mud of our Louisiana backyard fun. In fact, when Le blanc first opened it doors, a few weeks back and father brought home the enrollment forms and all the registration details, mother refused to let me enroll.
"I would rather die than have my daughter socialize with those hooligans. Proper ladies do not go to school with people who smoke cigars against their school walls and spend their afternoons biting onion leaves while starring empty mindedly at the bayou mud."
It took her awhile to finally let me go and that was only because Agnes Parkington of the Louisiana Parkington was letting her daughter, Isabela go.
"At least you'll have someone suitable to talk to." she said, even though suitable to her clearly meant socializing with someone who is a hundred times richer than us and lives in a huge mansion in New Orleans with a all year heated swimming pool as opposed to our tiny hut and the bayou mud as a backyard.
Isabela Parkington was just like I expected. In mother's novellas there was always the mean snotty girl, who is rich, beautiful and everything else. Isabela Parkington was this and more, and like in all the novellas there was always one girl that the perfect girl would hate. In this case, that girl was me. She started laughing at me, and looking at me snidely while whispering to her friends when I pass her in the hallways. and then one day she found me sitting alone in the playground and said
"Tell your mother to stop acting like rich people. Poor people like you and your family can never ever be like us."
then she pushed me and I fell down on the ground.
My knees started bleeding and I began to cry.
It hurted too much, not the pain on my knee but the inevitable pain in my heart and that was when I first got my heart broken and at the same time discovered that it extremely hurts.
I did not want to cry. Not at school, not at the play ground where every body is starring, so I stood up. My knees wobbled, and my vision impaired by the thick tears filling in my eyes. It was all too much at once and I started falling over backwards. I was bracing myself for another scar. Perhaps this time something else would bleed like my neck if not my head. Whatever it was, I was definitely expecting it so I was surprised when instead of falling, I felt hands on my back, catching me, and steadying me and these hands has stayed there, with me, ever since.
"Knock. Knock."
I knew that mother would come. Mother always knew when something is wrong with me, and she always had good intentions of trying to help me fix whatever is broken, but that's as far as she usually gets.
"They're expecting us at church in twenty minutes darling. Are you about ready?"
"I- I don't know."
"Oh darling."
Mother sat down beside me and put her arms around me.
I could smell the familiar scent of her, lilac mixed with a bit of vanilla. It was in these instances, when I'm in mother's arms, even if they're fleeting that I feel at most comfort. Mother never had the words to say what she feels, but her hugs always says it all.
"Come. I want to show you something."
She took me out into our back yard. The bayou mud was thicker and wetter than ever before because it rained heavily last night.
"You love to sit with him out here in the evenings with your head in the mud, talking and just talking endlessly."
"Yes Mother."
I did not know where this conversation was going, but clearly i was surprised to know that she had been watching, all those afternoons I spent talking with him.
"You love to run around the forests with kites and hunt down birds like there is no tomorrow."
"You love rowing father's broken pirogue to the middle of the swamp even after I told you that it is extremely dangerous. You would sit down all afternoon out in the lake together with him."
"You love running around in the mud with him and getting your beautiful petticoats which I spend most of my money on dirty."
"You love swinging in the trees, in vines that could easily break, just like that, in any given instance."
"You call him Tarzan and yourself Jane."
"You get scabs from climbing trees, nearly died because of malaria, and refused all of my attempts to turn you into a proper lady."
I felt tears filling up my eyes, "Mother are you mad?"
"No dear. I am proud of you, because you have become a proper lady, an amazing one I must add, the most amazing daughter I could ever have."
and then she took off her shoes, and stepped down the wooden steps into the mud.
"Oh mother." I said.
She looked back, smiled at me, and then pulled me down with her.
"My wedding gown will get dirty mother." I said.
But she didn't reply and we just stood there, our feet sinking the bayou mud,in our eyes soaked up with tears and I finally realized, that the hardest thing I had to leave behind from this life, was actually the one thing that I thought I would never miss, my mother. I was ready to get married, I just was not ready to leave my mother.
I have been married for years and years now. Long enough that last year mother passed away and although grieving came like a thunderstorm and never left, I managed to get through, and I am still here right now. However, one memory still lives on, and if I ever felt like remembering I would take out my wedding dress from the attic and lay it down on my bed. Right beneath it, hidden under all the silk are mud stains. My wedding was beautiful and my husband was too, but if there was one thing that I would remember always about my wedding, is the memory of mother and I, our feet sinking in the bayou mud as we both finally understood what we have been missing all along and finally understood one of life's most beautiful lesson.
i love you most ardently, 9:18 PM.
Friday, July 24, 2009
in my dreams, i am always flying
everyone has been asking me what i want for my birthday lately, and truth be told, i don't really mind. (: anything and just about anything will make me happy. i want all my friends to come to my birthday party, and have the most amazing party ever, since it's my last one with my friends before i leave for melbourne :(
but then there's something else i want, something which no one can ever give except him, and yet when has he ever cared. it's like wishing for something that can never ever happen, like wishing that someday i might be able to fly, defying all laws of gravity, even though deep down i know that i can never fly, no matter how hard or much i wish. but then, if all things ethereal is what i have left of him, then i'll always hold on to it, even if it's non existent, and never let it go.
the list goes on from the easiest to the hardest, if not impossible, and even though none of it would happen, that im sure, pretending that he's there never hurts especially when i'm missing him so so much, like right now.
1. i want him to wish me happy birthday. he didn't do this last year, and i stayed up late on my birthday, despite there being school tomorrow, to see him turn up on msn and say happy birthday, but he didn't. this year i want him to wish me, i really do. even if it's just a happy birthday. even if he doesn't spell out all the letters of birthday, i wouldn't care, because at least i'll know that he cared.
2. i want him to apologize and really mean it this time because when you apologize and then go back to not talking, that doesn't mean anything and the person who tried so hard in letting herself forgive, even after being hurt, trampled on, backstabbed right in front of her face for six months, ends up getting hurt, if not again. i want him to promise me that everything will be okay, and this time not end up breaking his promise. i want things to be back to the way it used to be, before the end of summer, back to when we were friends, and nothing else. back to when he made me laugh, smile, and talk endlessly. back before any of the things that should not happen, happened.
3. i want him to come to my birthday party. i want him to hug me and say happy birthday, like everyone else, and then sit down and start talking to me like old times. i want him to again, make me laugh with his jokes, that never makes sense but are funny anyways. i want him to talk and make me listen intently to everything he has got to say. i want things in the pass to seem like they never happen, and us to be able to talk, without something in our way. i want him to clumsily pour tomato sauce on the table or wipe his mouth with a leaf even though there's a tissue in front of him, because those are the things that make you, you and the you that i fell in love with.
4. i want him to take me somewhere and watch batman the dark night with him. last year, we were going to go together, but we didn't and ever since then, i've still been waiting for him to watch it with me. i haven't watch it, and i will never watch it unless its with him. i want that saturday that never ended up coming, to finally come.
5. i want him to text me at night like he did this time of the year, last year and say i love you claudia, and this time i really mean it.
and that will be the most perfect birthday ever.
everyone has been asking me what i want for my birthday lately, and truth be told, i don't really mind. (: anything and just about anything will make me happy. i want all my friends to come to my birthday party, and have the most amazing party ever, since it's my last one with my friends before i leave for melbourne :(
but then there's something else i want, something which no one can ever give except him, and yet when has he ever cared. it's like wishing for something that can never ever happen, like wishing that someday i might be able to fly, defying all laws of gravity, even though deep down i know that i can never fly, no matter how hard or much i wish. but then, if all things ethereal is what i have left of him, then i'll always hold on to it, even if it's non existent, and never let it go.
the list goes on from the easiest to the hardest, if not impossible, and even though none of it would happen, that im sure, pretending that he's there never hurts especially when i'm missing him so so much, like right now.
1. i want him to wish me happy birthday. he didn't do this last year, and i stayed up late on my birthday, despite there being school tomorrow, to see him turn up on msn and say happy birthday, but he didn't. this year i want him to wish me, i really do. even if it's just a happy birthday. even if he doesn't spell out all the letters of birthday, i wouldn't care, because at least i'll know that he cared.
2. i want him to apologize and really mean it this time because when you apologize and then go back to not talking, that doesn't mean anything and the person who tried so hard in letting herself forgive, even after being hurt, trampled on, backstabbed right in front of her face for six months, ends up getting hurt, if not again. i want him to promise me that everything will be okay, and this time not end up breaking his promise. i want things to be back to the way it used to be, before the end of summer, back to when we were friends, and nothing else. back to when he made me laugh, smile, and talk endlessly. back before any of the things that should not happen, happened.
3. i want him to come to my birthday party. i want him to hug me and say happy birthday, like everyone else, and then sit down and start talking to me like old times. i want him to again, make me laugh with his jokes, that never makes sense but are funny anyways. i want him to talk and make me listen intently to everything he has got to say. i want things in the pass to seem like they never happen, and us to be able to talk, without something in our way. i want him to clumsily pour tomato sauce on the table or wipe his mouth with a leaf even though there's a tissue in front of him, because those are the things that make you, you and the you that i fell in love with.
4. i want him to take me somewhere and watch batman the dark night with him. last year, we were going to go together, but we didn't and ever since then, i've still been waiting for him to watch it with me. i haven't watch it, and i will never watch it unless its with him. i want that saturday that never ended up coming, to finally come.
5. i want him to text me at night like he did this time of the year, last year and say i love you claudia, and this time i really mean it.
and that will be the most perfect birthday ever.
i love you most ardently, 8:46 PM.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
a million songs still playing
i have not been uploading since i've been so busy doing little things around the house and reading sarah dessen's newest book, along for the ride. again, dessen continues to surprise me, with her wonderful, wonderful, story and is still again, by far, my favorite author.
my current obsession of dowloading songs randomly and just hoping that it'll turn out good, is turning out to be fairly fun. There is that joy in digging through a million songs, all the techno, loud screamos and mandarin rap, until finally finding one that is just right, if not perfect.
i am loving my new pink LG phone even though it is fairly slow especially when i am texting three people at once. However, it is pink nevertheless, and things pink never fails to make me happy.
There is something about rainbows, the way the colors stretch endlessly, horizons after horizons, and skies after skies. Where does it end, and where does it begin? we shall never know, but like life, and everything else, we always want to find out, and maybe someday, we will.
i love the word beautiful. because when you say that something's beautiful, it just is and it's such a powerful word, because with beauty, comes happiness then love, and then everything suddenly seems perfect.
i don't feel sure about the writing competition. i know that it's clearly a win or lose situation but somehow i do not want to lose. no one does, though and it is only fair if someone does. clearly, only after that are we able to find a winner. I hope things turn out fine though. If i win, it will be like an early birthday present.
toodles, everyone.
don't forget to smile (:
i have not been uploading since i've been so busy doing little things around the house and reading sarah dessen's newest book, along for the ride. again, dessen continues to surprise me, with her wonderful, wonderful, story and is still again, by far, my favorite author.
my current obsession of dowloading songs randomly and just hoping that it'll turn out good, is turning out to be fairly fun. There is that joy in digging through a million songs, all the techno, loud screamos and mandarin rap, until finally finding one that is just right, if not perfect.
i am loving my new pink LG phone even though it is fairly slow especially when i am texting three people at once. However, it is pink nevertheless, and things pink never fails to make me happy.
There is something about rainbows, the way the colors stretch endlessly, horizons after horizons, and skies after skies. Where does it end, and where does it begin? we shall never know, but like life, and everything else, we always want to find out, and maybe someday, we will.
i love the word beautiful. because when you say that something's beautiful, it just is and it's such a powerful word, because with beauty, comes happiness then love, and then everything suddenly seems perfect.
i don't feel sure about the writing competition. i know that it's clearly a win or lose situation but somehow i do not want to lose. no one does, though and it is only fair if someone does. clearly, only after that are we able to find a winner. I hope things turn out fine though. If i win, it will be like an early birthday present.
toodles, everyone.
don't forget to smile (:
i love you most ardently, 2:25 PM.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
the ugliness of writing
i am stuck and yes i am saying it out loud like it is the proudest thing in the world,
i am stuck.
and now i understand the feeling of what it is like to be stuck and out of words. out of the millions of words out there, why must they all remain unwritten?
it is not that hard to form sentences out of these so called words. i just have to figure them out. i know what i want to write, how do i write it is the problem.
my whole entry is turning out ugly, i do not know what i should do.
one thing's for sure though,
i shall not quit.
even if what im writing is crappy.
i'm pulling an all nighter to fix it and maybe end up with something right.
i'll keep you posted.
good night world (:
i am stuck and yes i am saying it out loud like it is the proudest thing in the world,
i am stuck.
and now i understand the feeling of what it is like to be stuck and out of words. out of the millions of words out there, why must they all remain unwritten?
it is not that hard to form sentences out of these so called words. i just have to figure them out. i know what i want to write, how do i write it is the problem.
my whole entry is turning out ugly, i do not know what i should do.
one thing's for sure though,
i shall not quit.
even if what im writing is crappy.
i'm pulling an all nighter to fix it and maybe end up with something right.
i'll keep you posted.
good night world (:
i love you most ardently, 10:58 PM.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
home sweet home
i am sorry that i haven't been writing much lately
i've been so busy with unpacking, it's as hard as packing itself- the dread of travelling, at least for me (:
i did meet katrina in hong kong
and i did get lots and lots of stuff which are lying around unopen in plastic bags and black anna sui carryals on the floor of my room.
i really do have to do something about all that.
i got my pink converse and this time it's really pink. thanks to grace.
we took pictures of our new shoes yesterday with my lomo. i hope they actually turn out printed this time since the flash didn't work and when the flash doesn't work it never turns out right.
yesterday night while i was browsing through the songs on my new phone (yes i got a new phone and it's pink, yet again) i found the recording i did with sareeka and a little bit of nitya and laughed. if i ever decide to not put my phone on permanent silent i will definitely use that as a ringtone (:
shoot. migraines are here.
ill write more later when they're gone
i am sorry that i haven't been writing much lately
i've been so busy with unpacking, it's as hard as packing itself- the dread of travelling, at least for me (:
i did meet katrina in hong kong
and i did get lots and lots of stuff which are lying around unopen in plastic bags and black anna sui carryals on the floor of my room.
i really do have to do something about all that.
i got my pink converse and this time it's really pink. thanks to grace.
we took pictures of our new shoes yesterday with my lomo. i hope they actually turn out printed this time since the flash didn't work and when the flash doesn't work it never turns out right.
yesterday night while i was browsing through the songs on my new phone (yes i got a new phone and it's pink, yet again) i found the recording i did with sareeka and a little bit of nitya and laughed. if i ever decide to not put my phone on permanent silent i will definitely use that as a ringtone (:
shoot. migraines are here.
ill write more later when they're gone
i love you most ardently, 11:17 AM.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
i love shopping at hong kong (: enough said.
i love you most ardently, 12:42 PM.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
tomorrow in neverland
i am leaving for hong kong tomorrow.
packing is inevitably annoying, it's extremely hard for me to get it done.
i am also trying very hard to get my fever down.
i think i'm healed but not completely since i do still feel a bit queezy sometimes.
hate migraines and fever.
i'm meeting katrina on monday, can't wait (:
then mother and i will go shop for bargains somewhere in china.
despite having to go to meetings and exhibitions with her, i will be okay as long as i keep myself focus on the shopping which shall come in the latter.
i think i have been taking a little too many medicines because i don't think i'm making any sense.
i've been trying so hard to get this fever down.
i must go to hong kong (: i must.
anyways, i have to wake up at some ungodly hour tomorrow to get myself to the airport.
i don't understand why mother always forces me and well herself to take super early flights whenever we go somewhere together.
i hate going somewhere super early in the morning and morning plane food are never good.
but i shall not complain and gratefully accept whatever i have (:
i won't be writing any posts until i get home, unless i find an internet somewhere so,
have an amazing summer vacation everyone
see you in about a week or so (:
i am leaving for hong kong tomorrow.
packing is inevitably annoying, it's extremely hard for me to get it done.
i am also trying very hard to get my fever down.
i think i'm healed but not completely since i do still feel a bit queezy sometimes.
hate migraines and fever.
i'm meeting katrina on monday, can't wait (:
then mother and i will go shop for bargains somewhere in china.
despite having to go to meetings and exhibitions with her, i will be okay as long as i keep myself focus on the shopping which shall come in the latter.
i think i have been taking a little too many medicines because i don't think i'm making any sense.
i've been trying so hard to get this fever down.
i must go to hong kong (: i must.
anyways, i have to wake up at some ungodly hour tomorrow to get myself to the airport.
i don't understand why mother always forces me and well herself to take super early flights whenever we go somewhere together.
i hate going somewhere super early in the morning and morning plane food are never good.
but i shall not complain and gratefully accept whatever i have (:
i won't be writing any posts until i get home, unless i find an internet somewhere so,
have an amazing summer vacation everyone
see you in about a week or so (:
i love you most ardently, 12:57 PM.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
home sweet home
well, i got back from church camp, yesterday (:
i'm really really tired and despite drinking five bottles of mineral water each day, i still got the cough, apparently due to everyone around me coughing.
despite the bug infested toilet seat, extremely cold cold water, and super freezing weather, identical to melbourne at twelve noon, albeit i had a proper coat when i was there and all i had at camp was a thin pink jacket, it was fairly fun. i met lots and lots of new friends (: at least now i can count on never ever being alone at church anymore.
we were obliged to walk around the vicinity at twelve midnight without a torch, nothing was litted up. i had to stand for thirty minutes in a graveyard waiting for someone to come, and only to find out that he never did. that was truly enlightening, in a strange way. i was able to walk back to my room alone at some ungodly hour without being afraid that someone like the gypsy grandma from drag me to hell is following me. if i had to do all of that again, i would (:
on the way home, we stopped at bandung and got brownies. i also got the super yummy toast bread which father just can't stop eating. it's half gone by now which is a tad bit annoying since the last time i bought toast bread, he also ate them all, albeit, with john.
today i went to mangga dua with glenys and raissa.
i got the cutest stuff ever and i actually found a pair of sunglasses that looks good on me. this shall remain one of my biggest achievement this summer.
i am writing a longish post because i am also waiting for the pictures from today to be uploaded so that i can upload them here (:
hong kong is on sunday (: i can't wait, although i discovered that there are cases of swine flu there, prevalent enough to make them stop school for a few days. i hope nothing bad happens. i kind of don't want to wear masks everywhere i go.
anyways, despite all the swine flu stuff, i can't wait to go shopping with mother, katrina and glenys.
okay, apparently i have to go, and the pictures are not on facebook yet. i'll upload them tomorrow, i promise.
toodles <3
well, i got back from church camp, yesterday (:
i'm really really tired and despite drinking five bottles of mineral water each day, i still got the cough, apparently due to everyone around me coughing.
despite the bug infested toilet seat, extremely cold cold water, and super freezing weather, identical to melbourne at twelve noon, albeit i had a proper coat when i was there and all i had at camp was a thin pink jacket, it was fairly fun. i met lots and lots of new friends (: at least now i can count on never ever being alone at church anymore.
we were obliged to walk around the vicinity at twelve midnight without a torch, nothing was litted up. i had to stand for thirty minutes in a graveyard waiting for someone to come, and only to find out that he never did. that was truly enlightening, in a strange way. i was able to walk back to my room alone at some ungodly hour without being afraid that someone like the gypsy grandma from drag me to hell is following me. if i had to do all of that again, i would (:
on the way home, we stopped at bandung and got brownies. i also got the super yummy toast bread which father just can't stop eating. it's half gone by now which is a tad bit annoying since the last time i bought toast bread, he also ate them all, albeit, with john.
today i went to mangga dua with glenys and raissa.
i got the cutest stuff ever and i actually found a pair of sunglasses that looks good on me. this shall remain one of my biggest achievement this summer.
i am writing a longish post because i am also waiting for the pictures from today to be uploaded so that i can upload them here (:
hong kong is on sunday (: i can't wait, although i discovered that there are cases of swine flu there, prevalent enough to make them stop school for a few days. i hope nothing bad happens. i kind of don't want to wear masks everywhere i go.
anyways, despite all the swine flu stuff, i can't wait to go shopping with mother, katrina and glenys.
okay, apparently i have to go, and the pictures are not on facebook yet. i'll upload them tomorrow, i promise.
toodles <3
i love you most ardently, 9:53 PM.
