notes to self

Well, that's something I would like to believe...

I like to have as much thing as possible in this life. Of course that includes what my parents have. Or had. You can put greed between my names like hell I care. I still remember sets of Polaroid film my grand ma kept in a big Chinese box. She showed me everything the history of my family kind of series of photographs. Since that day I want to make my own series! I own this Polaroid 600 One Classic since last year but it's been resting inside my drawer for some time since so hard to find the film. But yesterday... I got 5 packs of the films shipped from Austria. Boy am I happy!

The craziest things I've done so far are doing the roller coaster thing in Jakarta and had my head felt like droping onto the earth when the coaster rolled upside down and the other one is the bungee jumping right when I was drunk at Double six club Bali. I need to try new things. So when Henrik ask me whether I want to join him doing the water ski, I couldn't say no. We then catch a taxi to the Ski 360. And so the embarrassment begins. I was picturing the water ski we're going to do is that one with a boat drags us dead behind, but it's the one with the cable instead. Cheaper and efficient without sacrificing the fun part, drag dead behind. Nervous newbie. But this boy likes the risk. At least he likes to think so. And humiliation. Just a little bit. And to see the children do it, I have no more doubt. I start just like them, with the kneeboard for two or three rounds then I upgrade my board to the double skis. I manage to survive till the half way round couple times. ...

The boy kicks like a girl so what I've heard. No hurt to learn how to punch them right. But at the end of course it does. Hurt. Instead of kicking ass, I think I am gonna stick to spanking ass.