Throw Things Back

Throwing back to those days when I was the happiest little girl in the world. Being curious and exploring new places I have never imagined before. Drank hot chocolates every breaks just to give warmth to my palms. Guessed what foods I would get. Would they delicious or tasteless. Could not wait for breakfast, had the best self-made sandwiches; warm buns with three layers of cold flesh and milky cheese, also fresh lettuce and my favorite chili sauce, plus a bowl of fruit cocktail, some packs of Nutella, and a cup of hot green tea. Or when I was too lazy, I would just have a bowl of Muesli and cold milk with a cup of hot chocolate. Perfect foods to start a perfect day.

Then I had classes. A class where I did not have to think about how gravity influences the velocity of moving boxes, or how could Magnesium bond with Oxygen. A class where I felt like in the kindergarten again. I colored pictures, played games, sang songs, watched videos, learnt new cultures, and also the other 3 new languages; Spanish, Portugish, and Nepalish in a German class. Weird but I loved it.

What I always waited is the outdoor activities. We traveled with small bus, made noises with several strange languages and made grannies smiled. Or a lot of times with train or subway or something like that and sat wherever we wanted till we heard someone’s voice saying “ausstehen!!”

I did not know playing bowling or buying groceries could be that fun. Ice skating too. The was my first time skating and my friend helped me a lot. “I am like a granny when it comes to skating”. She laughed, “No you are not. Believe me it is not that hard. Come on.” And all I did was screaming “OH MY GOD” “WHOAAA” “I AM GONNA FALL” “I WANT TO STOP” “WHOOAAA” “GRANNY CAN NOT SKATE” “I AM A COWARD”. I could not enjoy skating though.

Exploring the city like a true citizen. Found out best places to eat, buy clothes, or cheap groceries. Entered a market with a big curious eyes and met a Malaysian guy who shocked finding two little Indonesian girls going in a market without their parents. Got free hot tea because we often visited a Turkey restaurant. Met some Indonesians who bought expensive chocolates for us and showed a place to buy Indonesian foods, sauces, even Rambutan and Durian.

Dancing like crazy to strange latin songs in the parties. I did not know parties could be that sick. Found out I love dancing like that. Ate delicious chips and drank weird apple-cinnamon-something juice that tasted like puke. Going to bed at 11pm everynight but when our guardians slept we talked like until 12pm or 1am.

Crying like hungry babies at the airport. I have never cried in public places like that. Hugged each of them saying goodbyes, good luck, and please-do-not-forget-me things. What being played in my head were “Will I ever see them again?” “Will I ever see them again?” “Are these my last hugs with them?” and something like that.

Talking about those amazing three weeks  and the friendship we have made would never ever be enough though.

I love you guys