Hello guys (like there are people reading this..)! It's been almost a week ago that I've fled to Hong Kong and I'm finally getting used to this very tropical, yet urban place. Everyday I've been to nowhere but shopping malls, if not, I'd be visiting families. To get into the details, let's start from the beginning shall we?

I got on the first plane in Holland, fearing for the fact that I'd probably throw up at least once when I'm up the sky. I bought some travel-sick pills or whatever you call them, in hope that they'll actually work. I only ate a muffin and drank some juice and water before we took off; I had to eat something before I took the pills, but in case they didn't work, I wouldn't have to throw up a lot (I sound too experienced for this..). After a while an announcement came that we had to get on the plane. With my heart still loving the ground and hating the air, I dragged myself to the entrance and got on the first plane.

To explain why I'm talking about a "first" plane is quite a long story. But I'll say it anyways. By changing over in a different country gives you a cheaper ticket, so we chose for these tickets to save a helluva lot of money.

So, when we were flying to Switzerland, I succesfully survived the 2 hours-trip without puking or whatsoever. Landing on the ground of Federer, we stayed there for another hour or so before we had to take the second plane. This time I wasn't so lucky. Even after taking 2 other pills (not all at once of course) I had thrown up twice. Ironically enough this wasn't that bad at all comparing to the other few times. * Sigh *

I couldn't sleep so much either because I felt so sick, but after emptying my stomach I could actually sleep for at least 5 suprising hours. After waking up we still had to sit for at least 2 hours but I was already happy that I was still alive after those 10 hours. I sat straight up, holding my iPod in my hand, a puke bag with the other hand, staring in front of me until we landed.

* This post is not done yet, but I don't have enough time to finish it, please bare with me. XD; *

Funny when a person can be as annoying as she can be. While if it's someone else, suddenly everything is a different case. She'd get annoyed, irritated and perhaps even agressive. Funny. Quite amusing too when someone gets annoyed by a classmate that is hardly ever active during PE class. Not so because it's weird to be annoyed by someone for such a reason, but funny because the same person will also get annoyed if the classmate is active and doing quite a good job. Funny when someone can claim that an article that was written by someone else has a lot of flaws in it, while the same person cannot explain what exactly is wrong in it. Funny when that person have also said that she doesn't care about the article, while she'd smack it into the trash bin and walk away quite in an annoyed mood. Funny that this person can criticize an article that badly, while she won't even write a letter for someone who thinks, that being a journalist would be quite fun. Funny if a person is saying that she's quite a mature person, while at most of the time she's just acting like a big kid. Funny why particulary these people will always be the ones that shout out loudly that they are mature. Funny how a person can turn everything that's normally bad into something that sounds really normal and maybe even into something good. Funny how someone can claim that she's not being a leader at all, while she has two "friends" who are permanently sticking next to her will be nodding and agreeing with her like dogs. That is quite funny isn't it? Oh well, I guess life is just that lovely.

I'm not giving in
How much this makes me feel lonely
How much this hurt acting like this
I will not give in

Maybe I'm not mad at you
Maybe you're not proud at it
Whatever it is
We're not even showing it off a bit

Or is this all
Just my concern?
Am I the only one
Wanting this to turn?

Turn back to where we were
So we could talk
And not just give each other a glare

I hate to admit
But it's true
I miss the talk
The hints, the clues

I'm not sure how this will end
Or is it really true
That I'm the only one
who really took you as a friend?

Whatever it is
The time will tell
What will finally do it
To ring the bell?

Okay so, this is really weird for me too since I normally never write poems and stuff. I guess that there is some psychological reason for this that suddenly, I can rhyme without thinking too hard. Apparantly, depression does help. Maybe if this goes on like this, I can even write a song? Wow, never expected that depression does have a good side.

As I've recently realized that there is actually at least one person who really does read my stuff, I figured that it'd be nice of me to write a bit again. You know who you are. >=] Since I'm talking about writing now anyways, I figured it wouldn't hurt if I'm going to rant and brainstorm a bit about the school papers kind of thing I'm working on at school. Yeah.. I've signed up to be one of the editors. The urge I had to do that, was because the school paper at our school literally sucks. It does. And you know, maybe with my oh so amazing creativity, I might change that image of our school paper a little bit. So far, there's no school paper out yet with my work in it, and I already have a problem. You see, all of the editors are either "old", as in they have been editors for a while now and have their own articles and tasks, or already have some ideas of what they should do and write about. What I'm trying to say is, what am I going to do?

Now this sounds rather stupid, as you might expect me to know what I was trying to do with the school paper before I actually signed up for it. I honestly only thought that the design of the school paper was horrified and that a restyling was really necessary. However, I didn't knew that they were already doing that, as the most recent school paper actually looks quite decent. Comparing to the elder versions. As I've heard, the one who's doing the design is (hopefully) still trying to improve it for the next paper. So, this is sort of closed for now. The next part is actually even worse, since it's the harder part of the school paper that needs to get a lot better: the articles.

Now I'm not trying to say that I'm the most amazing write or anything. But honestly, if you're doing this school paper, you'd expect them to write things that actually attracts the students. Instead of that, random articles about random subject are written for it that nobody really cares. Right now, I'm heavily globalising it, as I've actually read some good articles. Other than that, the most are rather amateuristic (But hey, being a newbie of the editors, who am I to complain?). But yeah, I suppose all that can be improved since practise makes perfect. The subjects and stuff that they're writing about though, should really get more stabilized, and I thought; how can I (Seriously, it's not just about you you know? <- talking to herself) make that possible? Or rather, what can make it better?

I thought a survey would do the job. Asking kids at school about what they want to read about. It'd be a win-win situation, since I'd get enough material to write about and the readers would like it for almost 100% certainty. So yeah.. I brought it out during a meeting and I was expecting that they'd find it a nice idea. I guess I was wrong. Not only they didn't thought of how it should be done, since of course, it can be done in many ways, but they only thought of how much time it would take to do it. They almost made it a certain thing that it's going to take toooo much time to do it and that's it. So basically, my idea was stupid. After that, I didn't really felt like telling my other ideas, as I've already asked my classmates about what they'd like to read and stuff. Short said, I was owned.

After the meeting I started thinking about how I could manage to do the survey without the help or approval of the head editor, as I really needed some more material to work with. I figured asking a selection of people would do the job already, since the main goal of it is that I will get material to work with. Especially now, since the most editors don't really care about the readers anyways, so why should I, you know? Now I'm just making excuses, but whatever.

I've also been wondering if I could do something with fashion and the girly stuff. Picking out 5 trends and putting people's opinion about it, adding mine to it, etc. Maybe even writing about internet stores and Ebay, I mean, it is my second biggest source of "clothecomes" (<- just made that up). I've also thought of making movie reviews and stuff like that, but apparantly, another editor was faster than me with that idea. Photographing is another thing I can forget now, as I've heard someone else is going to do that now; I guess being late does have consequences. * Sweatdrops * Maaaybe, if I'm being creative enough, I can think up of something photographic-wise and do that, whatever that's going to be.

As you can tell, I'm really clueless of what I should do. Right now, I have one article to do, and even with that one, I'm not so sure yet of how I should write it. Since this is going to keep me busy for a while, I'll probably come back later writing more about it. And the article I'm going to write, that's an article about the "perfomances" I'm going to do during an event at school called "Theatre Week", that is, as the name is saying, going to last a week. And yes, I'm going to sing there, and this time, I'm going to sing during the breaks of every theatre play that's going to happen at the end of the week. So yeah, I'll see how this is going to end up with. As long as it's not going to be a chaotic catastrophe, I refuse to think of the worst case scenarios, I'll survive. I hope.

When I was a little girl that could barely walk on her feet, I unforeseenly grabbed a microphone, and logically, I probably didn't knew what it was. Awkwardly enough, I have to admit that I've tried to eat that thing, as I've seen pictures of it. At least ten years later, I grabbed a microphone again, but this time, I knew what it was. And I used it properly. As far as I can say, I've done my first real performance. And to be really honest, it was a real interesting experience...

When I was like seven years old, internet had opened my eyes to a lot more possibilities that I probably wouldn't have known so quickly if internet didn't excist. One of them was the ability to download songs, which would have opened my way to get all kinds of songs in a snap. And so I searched for all the songs I loved, not realizing that I barely knew what those titles of the songs actually were saying at all. By that time, it didn't really matter. What did matter, was that most of the songs were sung by women. What did matter was, I loved to sing along. Funny enough, this was probably the most important part of the way I've learned English. I honestly wouldn't know how bad my English would've been now if I didn't started learning lyrics and stuff in my younger years. Year after year, the more I realized how much I really loved singing. How much I actually wanted to become a real singer, a real star. The more I figured that singing was quite hard. When I was about 12 years old, I found my solution to that. I went to get singing lessons.

What most people don't know about me, is that I'm really really shy in real life. Talking to girls I just met, that's one thing. Talking to boys I just met, that's another thing. Talking to boys I like, weelll.. looks are enough to kill my speech. Seriously. Anyways, I've got to drag a few friends with me to go to take those lessons. The place I decided to get the lessons were set in a youth center, where people from 10 to 22 years old can get lessons as in bass, guitar, drums and vocals. You get to learn the same stuff while you get to pay much less, but the reason why I chose it was because it was close to my home. And it looked laid-back compared to real music schools.

So we went there one day during the summer to talk with the vocal teacher. My first impression of her is that she looked really funky (I bet she'd love to hear that), but somehow there was something that told me that she was really good and had a lot of experiences. We talked a bit with her about the general stuff: what kind of music we like, what we'd want to learn, how she'd teach us, etcetera. She told us to take the trial lesson with her, and then see what will happend. We got out, and my friends told me that she was looking at me all the time when she was talking. God knows why. But yeah.. during the time I took these lessons with my friends, it didn't really went anywhere. Then my vocal teacher got sick, and after about 3 to 4 weeks I gave up calling her all the time to see if she was okay again. All this happened in my last year at the primary school, and I figured that being a real singer would've just been a fantasy. One year later, I was first grade at high school, and there were a lot of activities were teenagers could participate in. One of them was a course in a so-called schoolband, where the kids in the schoolband would have to perform at school during a music festival. A classmate of mine loved singing too, so she kind of gave me the certainty that if I was too shy, I could stick to her. I got to do the course, and I did the performance. And honestly, even though that it was a big mess and there were like 4-5 other singers, I kind of liked the part of being on stage. I liked to performance. And that day, I decided to get back on the singing lessons. But how?

Two years (I kind of forgot what year it was.. maybe it was just one year) later, I managed to drag the same classmate along with me to go back to the same youth center and see if it's still alive. It was, and the vocal teacher suprisingly still recognized me too. She explained to me about the whole issue of why no one really bothered to contact the students if she got recovered, and we had the little chat again. A week later, we had our trial and we're in again. The reason why I've been able to manage to drag the girl along, was because I told her that they could put us into a band, since they've got the kids around anyways. So after a few months, I told my vocal teacher about it, and she went looking for band members. Quickly she found a guitarist, but no bassguitar-player (sp?) and no drummer. That was okay, because we couldn't find a good time to practise anyways so we took our time to find them. Funny enough, we managed to find a bassist (I really don't know how to write it correctly) outside the youth center, that ironically enough was having lessons at the center anyways. It was a friend of a guy my classmate liked, but he told us that he could only practise during the evening, which wasn't such a good time for us. He said not to worry and that he'd try to find a time to practise with us. By then I didn't really knew of what kind of person he is. Or how good he was. I just thought that maybe, he shouldn't get into the band. But hey, who am I to judge him that quickly?

After many many weeks of things getting in between it, the first bandcoaching started, and suprisingly, I mean seriously I was a bit shocked, the bassist was in the building and my vocal teacher went ahead and asked him to practise along. I wasn't so sure of what I'd get to see, or rather hear, but trust me, it was amazing. A-ma-zing. In fact, I was so ashamed that my vocals weren't good enough yet, but I guess that there was nothing that could take away the fact that I had to sing during the practise. Normally, this was just some experience that I'm writing up, but then again, if this was normal, I wouldn't write about it right? The thing is that I was all stressed up, not because of the fact that I really sucked during the first bandcoaching, but because I, in less than 2-3 weeks, had to perform on stage at an event inside the youth center. Crap.

But yeah, I couldn't complain really. My guitarist was awesome, my bassist was, according to my vocal teacher, the most hardworking and serious bassist that they have, and we were garantueed to have a great drummer, who turned out to be the drummer of my bassist that is in a different band with him. I practised like my life depended on it, with the time passing away very quickly. The event was there, and I had to perform. For the first time in my life, I was going to perform in the way that if I messed up, people would really notice. And god, I was ner-vous. Even when I was on stage, and I was singing, I felt my knees shaking like hell. I guess that no one saw that, because they all said that it went great. I'm not really sure about that, but I can't do anything but to accept those words. And really, I loved being on stage. I've convinced myself that the shaking will get over after more performances. So far so good right? And that's true. But what really bothered me was something else. It was the whole atmosphere there from when we were off the stage.

When I came into the backstage area, there was just one couch that was filled with people that were going to perform to that night. One of them was the substitute-drummer, and the other was our bassist. Maybe I'm just naive, but he didn't really greeted us nicely. He was smoking, so he opened his mouth, while smoke was coming out nodding at us, which probably meant something like "heeeeeeeeelloooooo there" in a real stoned way.

....Like wtf? Ok so maybe this place was full with punks and people who loved Rock mostly, but I hope he can see that I'm not going to pull the same face at him and do the same thing. I was surpised somehow, he was never like that during the practises and everything. He also never bothered to sit next to us and talk to us at all, just came to us once to say that it was our turn to perform. On top of that, most guys looked at us like "who the hell are those two", since we were like the only two people that looked "different" compared to them. All of them had dyed hair or looked sloppy, or just looked like how rockstars usually look like, and I came with pumps. I still looked quite punkish, but no one wore pumps. And my classmate wore a singlet and jeans, which was far by the most casual comparing to the others. But I guess that the most important reason was because no one really have seen us before. One even asked if we were from here or not, because most bands got to practise at a Tuesday instead of a Monday. And you know, being me, I don't walk to random groups and talk with them. Therefore, the "wtf-look".

I'm not so sure if this is going to be like this forever, but for now I'm half in, half out. I like the music, the singing, the performing. But on the social part, I'm not so sure yet. Maybe I just have to get to know those people better. Or maybe I'm just not into it. I'll be having bandcoaching again after the holidays, and I'll just see where that goes. Hopefully then, I'll be all in.

During this month, I've been through long days with endless homework and of course, a screaming father who stresses about everything in the new house. To be really honest, I'm quite suprised that I haven't been under a nervous breakdown yet, you know, like crying in the middle of some public place. Or in my room, during the homework. But anyways, that's not what I wanted to write about.

Thing is, the first week after I've moved out, there's been something that have kept my mind busy and suprisingly, it wasn't about the house. It was about something completely different, and apparantly, it was about my ambitions. At least, "my class's" ambitions. According to "all of my teachers", our class have this negative atmosphere that's always around us whenever we have class. And the main reason of that would've been because we didn't have ambitions enough.


..Now hold on a second.

Day after day, night after night, I get to work on all kinds of school stuff that every ex-geek-at-school have been giving me. I literally work my ass off to keep those bitches satisfied. And now I get this kind of crap?

Okay, okay. So they weren't talking about me. But it did felt that way when they started talking crap about "us" not being motivated enough. I did protested like hell, and somehow, I managed to keep it clean. I guess I'm just that..polite? Not like it's a good thing, really.

Sometimes, things that people say can really get me. When I was younger, I always used to be kind to other people. Okay, so I was a little spoiled, and I might still be it. But somehow, there was always something that kept me polite to other kids. And sadly, they took advantage of it. Years after years I've been too naive to protect myself from those "mean" girls at school. And to be honest, I kind of acted like them too after a while spending way too much time with them. It was like some instinct that told me to do that so I could survive from them hurting me more than they already had. And some part of it, it kind of worked. I learned not to get too attached to classmates. Which is still hard for me, really.

The fact that I'm actually writing this down now instead of saying it to anyone, is quite sad, in my opinion. My family often reminds me that I'm a selfish and an antisocial person. I think that's like one of the things that gets me more than when they say that I'm lazy and anything else. It's because I'm not. Well, I might, but it's not like I'm doing it on purpose. And you know, it can also be their problem that they see it this way. They have this kind of bigger-than-you-complex. I don't know why, but once it comes to this family, democracy suddenly looks a lot different. It's where the respect comes on the surface and mine being different than theirs. Well, actually, it's the same, except that mine should be different. Because I'm the youngest, because I'm a girl. Because I'm the youngest, I need to call my 1st brother "Brother", and I'm not suppose to be talking to them like their my friends. Well, at least, to me it feels like that. And to add on that my brothers can call each other whatever they want, but I've been told that it's their business of what they're calling each other. I honestly don't know what everyone is thinking, and I really don't like that. Not because I want to manipulate them or anything, just that with these kind of things, I just get frustrated for no good reasons. But I guess that's a part of everyone's life.

I know, I know. I'm a teenager, and every teenager goes through a period like this. It's not like I completely hate it or anything. And not like I know what it is to be an adult, and that I'd have to be glad of being unresponsible for a lot of things without getting in trouble. Right now, I've come to a point that life, is never going to be too great. Ever single period in your life, your childhood, teen years, days being a responsible adult, is going to be a pain at some point. It's just that everyone feel that too much to realize that they've been feeling it before already. But somehow, I do get to realize that. I mean, I know how I've felt when I was the one who get picked on. I know how it felt when I was slowly isolating myself from the outside world. I know, how it feels, to be a teenager. And hopefully, I'll feel how it'd be to be a real adult. And of course, enjoy life as what it can give you.


...This is where my hormones (Say again?!) kick in and forces my brains to think something stupid like "Stop being so lame, tyvm". Yeah... maybe I should.

Even though it's been clear that they weren't talking about me when they mentioned us not having ambitions enough, I somehow still feel a little bit down. I, including you, wouldn't want to know why that is. Honestly.

School: a preparation for the further knowledge and needs for life? Or just a huge chapter in your life of true time wasting? Both definitions have been said before, and both have their truth in it. For all I care (you were really expecting me to discuss about this on my journal?), it is exhausting every single of us for sure (I would like to, honestly, but you'd guess why I couldn't). At least.. if you'd mind taking it seriously.

Some about 5-6 weeks ago that school started their new year again, and yet it is already eating me up alive. Only that little time is enough to plan out at least 3 weeks ahead, so I'd be sure that my life wouldn't get any easier later in the year. It only gets harder, and that, that's why I have to work harder.

Yeah right.

Being a pupil (or student, I really don't know what to call myself in English), I kind of know what we need to succeed in tests and stuff. And you know, also knowing what's not in it that we should have had and stuff. What exactly that is? Well.. visit me another time, and it might be up here. Right now, I just don't have the time for it. Three am, finished pre-doing my homework, I decided to poke my LJ, since I haven't done it for (yes again) ages now. Right now I'm off to bed so I can wake up earlier tomorrow to study for my two big tests on Monday. And I have to work tomorrow, hence why I need to do it so quickly. Aand, I'm moving the coming Saturday, knowing the fact that nothing is packed in yet. Isn't life just beautiful?

As I haven't been updating for a long while, I thought that it'd be nice to use this oppertunity to write about my total new experiences of weddings. To be precise, Western-like weddings.

Now to explain to the ones who doesn't know what the different is between the wedding ceremonies of the Western people, and the Asian people (well, Chinese people for the least). Chinese people likes the traditional way of marrying. They have a so-called tea ceremony before the actual bonding thing, where you have to kneel down, and give a cup (a tiny one with weirdass chinese prints on it, of course) to every single relative that's there who's older than you. That has a symbolic meaning of accepting the pair as a couple. Now, I took this whole describing thing off the wedding speech, because I couldn't do it any better. Either way, let's continue the story.

There's a lot of weird funny stuff that Chinese people do during weddings, but the most important part is actually the party after the bonding. You'd get invited for a dinner at a Chinese restaurant (how obvious), where there's around at least 10 tables for relatives and friends to sit, and eat a helluva lot of food. And I mean, a lot. I guess that we just love food. Oh, and not only that, they serve it fast, and we eat it fast. That's just how we were raised. Apparantly, time is verrry important. I wonder why I didn't took everthing over...Anyways.

So far a typical Chinese wedding. As for this time, which was my cousin's wedding, it was a mixed public. The groom turned out to be Dutch, and so was at least 80% of the people who came. Well, not really Dutch, but not Chinese. There were actually some people who turned out to be partly German or something, and one went to Hong Kong for 6 years, so I guess they're pretty multinational themselves. Haha, it sounds weird, I know. It's the same feeling I had when I heard it.

So yeah.. you pretty much get it that the wedding was kind of Dutchy (..Dutchy?) now. Although they haven't cut out the tea ceremony (bad stuff will happen if they did it), and some other things Chinese weddings usually had. They even used Chinese music to walk to the..altar? They didn't do it in a church, but I have no idea how to say it otherwise..you get the point. But it was the most important part that had changed: The Afterparty.

Before we actually went to the party, we walked to a nearby dance school to teach us the basics of ballroom dancing (that's how they call it right?). Not only that made my feet hurt even worse (well, obviously that I'd get a lot of pain from around 9-10cm high pumps), it was yet a very new experience to me that I have yet to experience. The steps were really easy too, just tricky when you actually had to do it for a few minutes straight. Aaand, it was fun. But what really caught my attention was something else.

During the tea ceremony (where we finally arrived), I saw a guy..or rather a boy, who was like, friggin' huuge. Well, seeing that I'm 156cm, he was pretty huge. Not that he was fat or something, naw, he was fine. First I had an impression that he was just a relative of the groom, you know, around 18 or something. The groom's older brother was pretty much a giant too, so I wouldn't be suprised. Then I heard something shocking. I had to hear it multiple times (me: "What? What? What? Seriously? Omg, what?!") before I actually believed it. But yeah...

He's fourteen.

I was speechless, still stunned over his giantness, and then by his age. Even my brothers were impressed, seeing that they're around the average length of Chinese men. And to not go too far away off the subject, I'll continue on my dancing school story.

After a few times doing the whole basic-step thing, I sat down next to my cousin (younger sister of the bride), who was actually my dancing partner. I talked a bit with her, then I told her about the boy. She couldn't believe a thing about it either, so she just asked him. As the music was pretty loud, I couldn't understand a thing about what he was saying, except that he has a pretty damn low voice (I say pretty way too much, I know).


...Man, talk about growing way too damn fast.

It turned out that he was really 14, but not only that, he just turned 14. I don't know what the actual day was, but he shocked the hell out of me and my cousin. We talked in Chinese after that, saying things like "Ohmygod, I can't believe that! No way!", which was pretty rude. But it wasn't such a big deal anyways. He turned out to be really really shy. At least, that's what I thought. Otherwise, he's just plain dull. Which I don't hope he is. * No, don't ask me why I said that. Or maybe you should, and I'll tell you that I'm a person who looks things positively. ^__^*

But yeah, there wasn't much happening there after that. Shortly after, we went to some place which the tall boy called a "manor" (literally with the "'s). When we got there, it really was a manor, and not an ugly one either. It was so big, I couldn't even see how many houses, or rather mansions or buildings there actually were. Either way, we went in to some house I guess (I've never been that rich, I have no friggin' idea what to call these things), were we sat down, chitchatted, made wishing cards, and whatever Chinese people rarely do normally. As I hardly remember of what exactly happened during that time, I guess that it was nothing special. Until dinner.

As we were moving on to the dinner room, it was around 7 PM I think (note: important detail). We sat down at a table where our names were on it (both 2nd and 3rd brothers' name were written incorrectly, heh), and already another new experience came. Well, not totally new, but new enough: Different tableware for each meal.

Now, seeing that I'm not stupid, and watch enough TV and stuffs, I know that you use them from the outside to the inside. And of course, my brothers had to remind me several times, being proud that they can teach me something that I already knew. Anyways, stupid detail, not important to write about. What really made me laugh a lot that day, was the time of how long each meal came after the other. Like you couldn't predict that.

As I've told you before, Chinese people are usually fast when it comes to eating (I can be a different case, but who cares). But it was absolutely impossible to eat fast. Well, not that our mouths were disfunctioning or something, that'd be baad. No, it was the time that we had to wait after eating it in within 5 minutes. And then the meals were pretty funny too.

There was a so-called menu card on the table, to let us know of what was about to come. But to be really realistic, I doubt that anyone, or at least, - aside of a few elder Dutch people who actually eats a lot outside -, could understand exactly what the meals were. Few French words mixing with some weird combinated names that ends with "-sauce" and some normal words and voilà, there you have the menu of the day. And then what's even worse, was that when the first meal came, I, being very positive about Dutch food, couldn't get a bite more after trying out the starter meal. It was salmon with eel mixed up together which resulted it as a some kind of fancy and gorgeous steak looking thing, but it tasted horribly. Well, at least it did for me. And for my mother and my cousin's other aunt. Thank god the other partly-french-weirdass-named-meals were eatable for my stomach. By the end of the dinner, it was around 9.30 PM. And it was suppose to end around 9 PM. I guess we all underestimated Dutch dinners. Hee.

Now my favourite part comes. After dinner we were invited to dance "officially", after the quick ballroom dancing workshop we had before. No one was really interested in doing that, so we just watched the couple dance, then they danced with their parents, and mixed, etc. It was pretty amusing too, because my uncle and aunt weren't good at it. My aunt survived a whoole song, but my uncle didn't even last 30 seconds I think. So after that, "disco" music came and then suddenly, everyone was interested. And it was interesting indeed.

I swear, it was the most hilarious thing that I've seen during that whole day. Men in nice fancy suits, women in nice fancy prom-kinda dresses, dancing like there's no tomorrow. The girls dancing, fine, but I never saw men dancing that willingly. And they danced pretty funny too.

I think almost everyone have seen the famous Pulp Fiction dancing scene right? Well, I think that most of them danced like that. Literally. Except they didn't do the diving and pointing fingers out thing. Otherwise, it pretty much made me remember that scene. I looked around, had absolutely no thoughts of actually joining them, and saw the winner of today around the deepest corner of the room. The Tall Boy, dancing with his mother.


..Gawd, you have to be kidding me.

I didn't cared about him dancing with his mother. But him dancing was..special. Not only he was dancing further than the Hitch-safe area, he also moved his arms happily and kind of shook his booty. Call me weird, but it was pretty cute yet pretty awkward at the same time when I saw him dancing. As crazy as my cousin was, she walked to him right when she saw him, said something I couldn't hear, and suddenly we were in a chat.

TB Mom: *Cousin's name*, you should dance with my son! I really want to see that. I'll dance with you so they can dance with each other * looks at me smiling *.


..Hold on, why exactly was she saying that? Was it because she knew my cousin better than me, or was it because she thought that I was older than my cousin? My cousin is 16, but I do look older than her, I think. But if this was an attempt of putting those two as a couple because of their age, it'd have looked weird. Or maybe she just thinks my cousin looks/suits him better than me. Or maybe it was some other reason that I don't want to know. Either way, nothing really outrageous happened after that, so I guess it doesn't matter. Well...depends on what you're calling outrageous.

Knowing the Dutch music taste, I sort of expected that they would've put the weird songs like "Las Ketchup Song" and "Macarena" to provoke the public. But when "Las Ketchup Song" actually came, Tall Boy did yet another shocking thing I never had expected from him. There was a little conversation involved in it.

Me: Hahhaha.. I really don't know the exact steps anymore, how did you do the "Las Ketchup Song-dance" again?
Cousin: I've no idea * after a while thinking *, what about you? * asking Tall Boy *
TB: Uhh.. yeah, I kind of remember it. * does the whoole friggin' dance flawlessly *


..What the hell? Maybe it's because he was so tall, but that was yet another awkward but kinda cute thing. I'm really weird, I know.

After that, we did it a few times, and then he kept doing it. Not only I started feeling the awkward-part a hell lot more, I was feeling a little bad for him for dancing it during all choruses.. so I danced along. Thankfully, my cousin did too, so it didn't looked too weird. And I kept laughing and laughing, so hopefully, people thought that I was joking around. Or they couldn't care. I'm already glad that my family didn't saw me dancing like I was some kind of dancing ketchup thing (I keep saying thing too much too, I know). Either way, I kind of wanted to go away after that. And after a while, I did, because the music sucked anyways. Not only the DJ picks up old and weird songs, he told us frankly that we could request songs if we wanted to, but also ignored frankly all of our requests. Well, only mine and my cousin's actually, but no one else did a request, so yeah. He was a bad DJ anyways.

After that, we ate cake, sung a song for the newlyweds, and then the dancing continued. During the whole thing, we were either close by Tall Boy, or he was secretly looking at us. Or me, because I saw him looking everytime. Hee~

So far the Tall Boy, I gave up waiting for the songs I requested, and sat down with my cousin in the "Bar Hall". Shortly after that, my parents told me that it was time to go so I said goodbye and left. Suprisingly, Tall Boy was actually outside the dancing room, and I accidently waved to him while I was leaving (I was waving randomly because I was following my brothers' waving and goodbye's). I don't know what to say about when he saw me leaving, because his expressions are really.. the same. Well, I just don't know him well enough to see what his body is saying. While realizing that I actually wave-'n-smiled at him, I was already at the exit door, and received the goodbye-and-thankyouforcoming-gift.

At the end of the day, I do realized that this day was really quite interesting. There was even a moment where my whole family, including dad and mom, were dancing in a friggin' circle, with my mom dancing the wildest. I never saw my brothers dancing, stand alone my parents. Either way, a very funny, and a very interesting day. I don't think that I'll ever forget about it, and perhaps, an experience of what I should do later with my own wedding.

Which is, of course, a very long road to go before it actually happends.

This is exactly where holidays gets me to: ranting randomly at nearly 3 am about nothing at all, just because I can. Lovely, isn't it?

Even though my holiday has just officially started today (Will come a follow up post later, beware.), I had already have nearly 2 weeks with nothing to do at all. This brings me to do all the random stuff I've wanted to do when I was at school, which is, when I couldn't do it because of the stress/overload of homework/tests. To be honest: it's quite an excuse, really. A quite lame one too. Why? Because even though I had 2 weeks, I still wasn't doing it. Oh well.

I did have done some of it, though. And then I got hooked by Grey's Anatomy. I can get quite obsessed with things..and it's not pretty when I do. There's like 2 seasons out from Grey's Anatomy, and I've watched all episodes within a week, I think. I blame McDreamy. Or McSteamy, McDog or McVet. XD; For all I care, it was McTastic.

You know about what people say that you copy other people automatically if you see/hear them do/say it long enough? Well, it's true. But apparantly, watching too much series do that too. For all the fans out there; haven't you notice how much they say "Seriously"? Well, now I got that thing too. It's just that I'm not English, otherwise I'd be on fire with a "Seriously-marathon". Whatever that means. God, I should really go to bed.

Don't challenge me to show how long I can hold up saying it. I have a different word in Dutch that I also say a lot, and I can combine it with, seriously everything. Or I'd just paste that word after each word. Because I'm just as annoying as I can be. :3

Other than that, I've went to Leiden to visit a friend that collects dolls too..and it was fun. With pizza. So yeah. It was cool. Then I had to work, had to go back to school to get my final grades, and owned my 100 bucks. Heh. Something about dad promising me 100 bucks if I get everything aove the 7. And I did. Yay for that, boo for me being still lazy after the school year. Meh.

The holiday that every kid, every year, is waiting for it every day. Summer break. And to be really honest, I was one of those kids too. <3 Yep, after a year waiting the break has come once again. That it has come once again, doesn't really matter..since it will come once in a year. What does matter, is how I'm going to spend my time having the break. Well, for all I know, I'm not even sure myself of how I'm going to do it yet. I guess a to-do list won't hurt.

1. Website: Oddly enough, I haven't been able to work on my site during my entire school year. Sad really. I'll definitely update during the break, and I hope that I will do that more often after the break.

2. Pullips: Yeep, my dolls need more attention. All I've been doing, is buy buy buy, and not much of photograph, customize, do whatever I could do with them. There would definitely be a lot of customizing, since I have problems with that if I have school. How do we call that, lack of inspiration and motivation?

3. Photography: I believe that this is just a thing that I'll do when I have some spare time. And of course, when I see something that is worth photograhing it. I'll try to take it with me everywhere, because I found out that most of the time I see something really cool, those are the moments that I haven't expected it. We'll see where this goes.

4. Explore Holland?: Err, yeah. I was planning to go explore my country, seeing that I actually know not quite a lot about the place I live. I'm not quite sure if this is going to continue though. It aaall depends on my dear friend Ella. * Kittyeyes *

5. Friends: If you're thinking what I'm thinking that you're thinking, no, I'm not that pathetic: I do have friends. It's just that I haven't been out a lot anymore. I kind of haven't spoke to a good friend of mine for like, at least 3-4 months? I'm quite good in neglecting, am I? So yeah.. you get the point.

I guess that's about it. Maybe some miracle will happen, and I'll go on a trip to somewhere in Europe with my family or something. Other than that, I think that 5 things are enough for me to keep me busy this break. I'm also going to be a little more active on RO, but I'm not quite sure if that's a clever thing to do yet. Oh well.