mood: bittersweetmusic: '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.

---Goei---