Once upon a daylight…

Last Monday, went to Dufan with my brother and cousins. It was the day right before Eid ul-Fitr, the mid of holiday season, so I did expect:

1. The place to be crowded,
2. A long queue at each attraction,
3. People who would be more than happy to cut in the queue right before our very eyes,
4. Me, busy saying “Get back in the line, pleeeease!” to the people who (grrghh… #%^&%!!) just didn’t seem to give up on doing it.

Well, I admit that, at this point, I had my own so-called presumption before I entered the place towards the people inside, whom I hadn’t seen yet. This is one of those moments when I’m just too tired to even tryyyy (see how tired I am?) thinking positive coz perhaps I’ve known the situation well. Too well *sighing a la drama queen*

Anyway, all of the above came true. Yep, including number 4.

Inside and outside this adventure world, many healthy people (…whoa, good guess! They’re indeed those who aren’t dying!) cut in. Oh, no no… not so that the wars in the world end if they do. Not so that HIV stops spreading either. And tens of other not-so-that’s…

So, what good is cutting in the line for? Oh well, I suppose it’s time to say hi again to our beloved friend named E-freakin’-go. I bet u’ve met this legendary friend before, perhaps a minute ago? Who hasn’t, by the way?

Back to the Dufan story… After three times experiencing people cutting in (thank yooouuu… #%$$^&*#@!), when I was standing in line for the Dolls Castle with my peeps, I saw this man behind us. He was about 40’s of age, and was with his wife & kids. His kids tried to cut us in. But what stopped me from scolding them (right, I do have a heart to this to kids at times) was what their father did. He, patiently and persistently, told his kids to just stand in line and not to cut in ever again. And the kids instantly did what he said.

Oh wow…! To see such a view… amid the hot and humid air…! I swear, everytime someone did cut in, no one else (except my bunch, of corrzz) seemed to be bothered. At Star Wars attraction, one daddy let his kid went all the way to the front line to catch up with the mommy. My piercing look on the father didn’t have any effects at all. So I thought,”Well done. Looks like he’s done a good job educating his kid about manners…”

Now, let’s return to the Dolls Castle short story. Sorry about the sudden jumps on topics. Of course I didn’t know that man. But oh how I admired and was proud of him… of his family too! Now that what I call a true hero!!

Because, hero is one who has the courage to keep respect for others in his/her heart.

…….. Are you?

Burping granny

We, the whole family, call her Nenek (or Granny, in English.) Ow, not that she’s my grandmother. She’s just a 71 year-old masseur who’s, amazingly, still kicking and alive (otherwise she’d just massage herself instead, wouldn’t she?)

When she first arrived at our house to massage me, she burped. And when she was massaging me, she burped again and again. I thought that was just her old-age habit. But then, as if she could read my wondering mind, she explained to me that she would burp everytime someone needed her help and when she is massaging her client (so I suppose it’s like her “sensor” thingy.) In her opinion, there is some kinda unhealthy air within the unwell muscles and that air has to be drawn out, and at this point she usually burps. Meanwhile, I failed to reach the common sense while trying to picture her explanation in my mind *sigh*

On top of it all, Nenek is a very nice old woman. Very polite. She, in an undeniable way, brings warmth to everyone in the house every time she comes.

Anyway, I still don’t get the logic behind the ‘unhealthy air’ and ’burp’ until now. Maybe I should just ask her again next time. Or can anyone please explain the mechanism (whadda…) to me?