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Whoa...this place is burning hot! Two ceiling fans nearby but I keep on sweating my back, face, and soon, will be bathed in sweat!! But, come to think of it, I might need this, you know, sweating, because I'm not doing any kind of sport. No, don't even go to that Why? questions, you're gonna make me sweat some more. LOL

I'd stayed at home in the last few days, we hardly had a good rain and the temperature seemed like rising every single hour. And I smelled kinda bad, I guess. Yeah, it sounds gross but the smell wasnt that bad. I knew why.

"Can I have some?" Green said while his right hand already lifted the Indomie /instant noodle with the fork to his mouth, "Jerry, why did you put so much onion?" He hates it.

I dunno, I thought onion would be good for keeping my body from get a chill wind, you know. But what happened was that night, I didnt bother to open the windows in my room nor get rid of my clothes. So, I woke up with damp bed cover and dreadfully bad odor and oily face.

And I didnt even take a shower that morning.
No, dont scroll your eyes as if I had no basic knowledge of standard grooming. LOL
I woke up and found the door, apparently, has been 'raped' by Kiko.
Kiko.
What a dog.
He's likable yet such a pain in the arse.
Well, he has a new habit; crying at nite.
Once when I allowed him sleeping in my room, he barked and cried in a horrible way, asking to get out of the house. It's Mating time for him, and he's been 'dating' this female dog from next door that flirts around with him all the time. She once even showed up at the living room as if asking our permission to get some time with Kiko.
And we saw them disgustingly making love right in the porch of two houses from us!
He ins and outs of the house, taking loose earth and mud, making an abstract painting on the floor all the way to the kitchen, and he feels no sorry for this. Dog!
This morning, I mopped all the rooms and when I finished with my shower and about to leave the house, bloods everywhere.

I told you Green's family invited me to their relative's wedding.
It was Saturday and super hot. Both of us took taxi while his sisters and nieces escorted by the mini bus.
What I saw was a bit disappointing. Not that the food was awful, which was true, anyway. The place looked poorly-kept, bad maintenance and the ceiling fans were running at their maximum power yet all of us working our hands making the air move a bit around our faces.

"Bear with us, this is a hot day but we all are exciting for the weddings of the happy couple," said one of the three wedding singers that were hired that day. All wore clothes as if they were going to a job interview and that particular girl in the middle caught my attention.

"Oh, you like her, dont you?" Green's sister teased me.

No.
I think I knew her.

They sang some traditional songs and Indonesian Oldies, that's what the wedding singers do here, keeping you uncomfortable in your seats with their songs and their not-that-good vocals. Sorry for being such a jerk, but this is true.

"Hey, you've been staring at her for a while now," she said again, turned her head to the back seats where Green's older sisters and sister-in-law were monitoring their unbearably loud and noisy kids, "He likes her!"

I smiled at them, you know, my it-aint-true smile.

They were busy with the kids and a small chat was kind of out of question but they managed to smile and said two or three questions to me.

Yes.
I knew her!!
She was the girl who had saved our faculty group during the univ inauguration days. It was our turn to take over the stage during the third (last) day of the inauguration, and we had nothing to offer but silly dance that we all had learned, all of the univ students, on the day one. It was like a military dance where you moved back and forth, left and right and show the world that you sucked at dancing and all you got was this robotic movements and dry lame song to sing.
Actually, the Sajojo song was a big hit back then, but I had never liked it at all. The president and the bankers, and the students, and simply most of people used that song for their morning aerobic activities.
Yes, it was her.
Instead of did that stupid dance, we made her sing two Dangdut songs and she nailed it!! She sang at the top of her voice, got whistles and wohooooo! from the rest of the students for her seductive moves and flirty smiles. People loved it.
She disappeared after spent a semester at the English Faculty, "I'm sick. What I need is some treatment and earn money to make it happen."
And I dont even remember her name.

So, the happy couple finally come to the second floor, where we sat and ate the Nasi Kotak with beef in it. A room for Halal food eaters and non Christian guests where you can get this wed band, nasi kotak, and a cone of ice cream with two flavors: Cream and chocolate.

Aw, not again! I said to myself.
He's obviously a gay creature who has decided to play safe in his life by submissive, saying yes to the religious and traditional rule: Married, make babie, die.
And the choir group from the univ he graduated from which came that day applauded him when he said," I finally make it. I'm married!!"
I spotted three overly feminine men from the choir and god knows if they would also marry a female and would have embarrassing sexual encounters with another gay men when their babies and wives are busy sleeping.

And talking about marriage, my cousin, Linda, called me last nite, and this morning, too. She made me talk with her parents back at home who bombarded me with marriage thing. I tried my best to be respectful and offered them good answers with no hint of I'm not gonna marry and sperminate a woman, ever.
However, it is not an issue at all, dont worry. People will ask you such questions when they have nothing else to ask or talk to, or it is simply because they do care for you, or, they simply want to ruin your good day.

And I'm OK and I'm good enough to deal with it. @_@

After done with the post office thingy, I went to the bank to withdraw some fund from my ex-landlady's account. She wanted to buy this orthopedic stuffs, " I need them," she said earlier this morning when I asked for her ATM card and book, "Can you please pay the phone bill, as well?"

I met up with Green downtown and had lunch at the Minang restaurant. Ayam Gule.
Tasted like tasteless cotton, "I'm full but cannot remember if I tasted something in my tongue," I said to Green. He agreed. And we took the bus home where the school kids overpacked the minibus with their sweaty armpits and desperate sighs for food.

Then I took a nap when the rain came unexpectedly, for some minutes.
Woke up with a splitting headache.
Had weird dream of riding a becak to a strange town where some people were working at the ditch, and they spoke like a horrible scream and they looked at me with this scary eyes, "Oh no! I'm in the ghost town!" I screamed in my dream and the becak driver gave me this devilish smile that fortunately woke me up in cold sweat.

"Stupid nap time dream," I said to myself.

I just got back from my ex-landlady's to handed over her money and her book, and left the ATM in my back at the house. The sun showed up again and suddenly it's sunny again!!

I feel good and the headache seems to subside. Need to go back home and catch the American Idol.