there was this other time when the school organized a sleepover for the students. and we would all sleep in our classrooms. i thought it sounded fun but i guess i didn’t think long enough. early in the afternoon, before the events of what would be one of the worst nights in my life began to roll out, my parents actually asked me to choose whether i go with them to puncak or stay and camp at school. i chose the latter — a stupid, stupid choice. when the teachers turned off the lights, what i thought would be an innocent sleepover — camping, they said — turned into a crazy horror show and our school was the horrible setting. i felt this uncontrollable urge to just go to where my parents were. it was an emotion rather unfamiliar for me. it was rage, abandonment, and painful regret all at once. but in hindsight, it went a little bit beyond that. i felt utterly and thoroughly deceived, both by my teachers and parents. i wanted to show independence and plunged myself right into it. what could a little sleepover at our safe little school do to me. well, nobody fucking told me they would fucking scare the children!
but there was nothing i could do, not even cry. it would be social suicide to cry when you were stuck spending the night with the whole school. in the morning, i was a different person i think. i grew up a bit, into an adult who always try to hold her tears just a bit longer every time. so it was good, eh?
until something finally went bust and leaked.
my house was a shelter to many people of my family and friends as it was also some kind of a vehicle. the world outside was deteriorating and we banded together to protect ourselves from an attack of some invisible power. from the cockpit of the house, we saw trees razing to the ground. the earth shuddered but the house was unwavering and we kept on going. we saw buildings and skyscrapers turn into robots – like voltus! – in movements that reminded me of rubik’s cubes. the skies were almost dark but the edges of those roboscrapers sparkled as if it was daylight. my sister called out she had predicted this would happen.
i was on vacation at a very luxurious hotel with my dad and sis. we were in its shopping arcade when a huge flood suddenly came bursting in. but it wasn’t at all scary, it was fun.
not long after that, we were already heading to a seafood storehouse from the hotel’s terrace. we wanted to shop for some fresh shrimps and fish.
i remember walking past a shark tank, wondering why on earth people would buy fresh and alive sharks.
i met D and P at the storehouse. somehow D decided to kiss a shrimp. we just couldn’t stop laughing.