Life and Me Today

I'm doing...a bit soaked wet, thank you, but am fine. Just got back from the travel agent office which was closed yesterday.
But I did visit another travel agent yesterday,Trophy Tour, and Green was coming along with me. He said he wanted to find out how much the fare this Feb 10 to Jakarta. Their office was rather deserted, unusually non-chaotic and busy, there were only very few staffs working, due to the Imlek and the owner is Chinese as well.

I was just walking pass her desk when this Tamil girl stopped me with her half-hearted smile, "Can I help you?"
I smiled back, a weak stupid smile cause I didn't notice her and it hurt her, maybe.
She gave me a less satisfying answer, gave no much option but Air Asia flight. When I asked the earliest flight, she answered in a bit robotic way--must adding more to the real flight fare--and locked her eyes to the computer screen which I cant look from my side of the desk.

"Give me more options," I asked her.

"MES," she said, briefly.

"MES?" I said in return, with a question-tag note in my foreheard. LOL

"Malaysia Airlines," she answered with that stupid smile on her face. Gosh, i knew it was not sincere smile, like, "WOW, I like you, handsome!" smile.

"How much?"

"2 million..." she said and said something more, but I only stared at her face as if she was mute and I can only see her you-cant-afford-it face expression.

I cut her off, thanked her and left the air-con office without bothering see where Green sat.

"I dont want to buy my ticket here," Green said when we walked down the street to the bus stop, "not a customer-friendly staff, heh?"

We stopped by at his parents and had second lunch there. Yes, we are greedy starving-all-the-time people. The rain became harder as we were closer to their house. Thanked god we used Taxi instead of Becak or bemo.

We went home with Becak and the rain turned violent, soaked wet with shivering body, I wish It was you next to me, not Green, because i badly need a warm body to hold to. Yeah, in my dream. LOL

I fed Kiko, took a quick cold shower. It wasnt even 8 pm but I jumped to the bed, got rid of my underwear and slipped under the thick sheet. The radio was on, your butterfly was on, the curtain closed, and I was still full from the food I had in Green's.

I fell asleep right away.

Woke up close to twelve and need a glass of water to cleanse my dry throat. Unable to sleep, I turned off the radio and sat in front of the TV in the living room. All i could see were sticthes, the satellite signal was utterly poor so i headed back to my room, closed the door before Kiko begs to sleep next to the bed and contributes more fleas. Yes, I got strange red spots on my skin since he spent a few nite in the room.

Woke up close to five this morning. No, it was 4.30 am, I guess.
I knew I should take the trash bag to the road but I was helpless with my lazybum, I decided to cleaned up the rooms, instead. Finished.
I retreated to my room, just wanted to sit a while at the edge of the bed, take in the fresh air from the window which i forgot to clean for a while now; to take in the good morning spirit.

Then I saw Kiko just jumped in from the locked gate, muddy feet as usual. I met him in the alleyway to the kitchen. Blood-stained feet marks mixed with dirty earth were everywhere. He surely gives me some reason to mop the floors everyday. That creature.
When I cleaned one spot, he limply walked to another ones, making new wall-of-fame signatures on the floor. And breaking the previous records, he successfully took home five over-fed leeches in his feet.

"See? He tore his foot," Al comments after finished his breakfast which he always eat in the front patio, "he jumped the locked gate and tore his foot," he said as if I'm not only sucked at French, but also his mother-tongue language.

"I know," I said, turned my head to his way--in the kitchen door who looked at me with a sort of angry face as if he blames it on me who supposed to be the only gate person and the dog's babys[h]itter. Excuse my French.

Charles dropped by around nine with his laptop, burned some cds and copied them into his iPod and we left the house together, me on my way to the travel agent and him to his computer lesson.

It's called Kings Travel and they, indeed, treat their customer well. They have two offices, the main one which I visit first and the other smaller one on the other corner of the same street exclusively for AirAsia sales point.

And I still got more things to do now...