mood: bittersweet
music: 'white room' by cream
so today i woke up way too early for my own good. leave it to me to temporarily wake up 5 seconds before the garbage truck brigade came clanging by for 20 minutes. at 8:30AM i gave it up and got up to greet my mom as she left for work. as expected she was extremely surprised to see me during the single-digit hours of the morning.
anyway, i spent some time watching tv. (i was curious as to what kind of programming was on after school usually starts but before my usual summer wake-up call.) regis and kelly was a bust. and that was the end of that.
my mom brought home a couple kilos of indonesian coffee, so i was suckling at the usual teat for a while. at 10 i took a shower and headed out to buy new flowers since the ones i bought yesterday were already wilting. (wait, i'll explain.) i got home and called nikki, whom i inadvertently woke up. she told me to call whenever since she was going to the gym. apparently, she made up for the sleep i missed. oh well, the gym is overrated.
i still had nikki's bag of sample sized lotions that came out of allison's birthday pinata a few days back. she left it by mistake. i was supposed to give her the bag plus some ferraro rochers and a small bouquet of daisys, but she couldn't meet me, so i settled for 12 hours later.
i handed her the bag and she almost cried (from joy, i'm hoping) thanked me with a gracious grin. it was the most adorable thing i'd seen in a long time. the nice high-pitched squeal that comes from nikki when she gets excited was a nice touch.
anyway, we had lunch and i took her home and spent a couple hours doing nothing with a bad headache, which has been returning intermittently. my mood soured for no apparent reason, so i decided to go out for coffee with the usuals. (let it be known that 'the usuals' now consist of two couples: chris + allison and andres + kristy.) we went to cacao again, just so i could show that little dirty-walled time machine to the usuals. i read them 'backs to the sand' aloud and they seemed to like it. that makes 5 fans out of 5 listeners (unless they're just appeasing me) and i like it.
but when i got home, my mom and dad were in the living room and she was sobbing while he was hunched over his desk. i dropped everything and rushed over to see what happened.
my aunt got denied her visa again. they keep screwing her over.
i just got off the phone with her and she was trying to keep the subject of our conversation away from her rejection. at first i could hear her sobbing between sentences. i started to tear up too. this was the woman who raised me when both my parents were working to recover from a bad bankruptcy. she was willing to move from a nice house in the safer part of jakarta to fucking inglewood to take care of some pudgy little kid who couldn't stop whining. i really want to punch something right now.
4 comments:
Hey,
Buck-up champ. At least you don't need meds to keep the mood above flat. Suffice to say, I think you've got a pretty cool life. If that's your pic at the top of the page, then get the heck back out there and take more. I always feel less "flat" after I walk around and take some shots.
1. Get the heck out of the house.
2. Don't go anywhere where you can eat, drink (boos or coffee), or sit.
3. Smoke as much as you like, you'll quit when you're ready.
(I'm not ready yet myself also.)
life's one crazy rollercoaster, and who wants to ride rollercoaster that's always flat? i'm grateful to not be taking meds.
anyway, thanks for the advice. i seem to follow the first one quite often, but usually it's just to disobey the second one. i'll look into doing otherwise.
i did not cry. but thank you :)
ah, my mistake.
it's been duly noted.
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