I couldn't sleep well last nite. That is obviously can bee seen from how messy my face looked like this morning. And I think I got out of the bed at two in the morning, after Kiko opened the door and innocently, looked at me in the eye, laid on the floor beside my bed, and started to make noises, sluuurrrrp. sluuurrrp. He licked his own balls and penis and that sounds were good enough to kick him out of my room, but he looked enjoyed it so much, the late nite grooming.
I put my right foot a few inches from his bent head, touched the floor, and followed by the other one. Switched on the light, had to adjusted my eyes to the lighted room, stood there facing the slightly open door, frozen, as if my mind was numb.
Turned right, I stepped onto the tiny bathroom, took a leak, flushed, then sat on the edge of the bed. Both hands supported my chin, I looked down at Kiko, he's finished the licking thing and lay flat, ignoring me.

This is your damn fault, buddy. I told him, my voice was too soft I could hardly heard it. I looked at the TV in front of me. No, that would make me stay up too long, three hours, maximum, to finish a movie. And what's left are two Disney production DVDs, and a few not-so-interesting DVDs.

The radio was still on. But the volume was inaudible. They play oldies at this time, with only one or two new songs. For the first time of the month, I wished it would be 7 a.m right away.

I don't remember what happened after that, because I found myself slept, no dreams, and woke up after six. Dreamless sleep, it usually happens only when I was extremely tired.

Half-halfheartedly, I dragged myself from the bed, put on my underwear, and went to the kitchen. Kiko was jumping up, tongue drawn out long, excited, "Later," I said. He followed me to the kitchen where I put his food bowl nowadays. His mating girlfriend knows the old spot for the bowl and ate it all up and let some muddy tracks on the front porch.

The rain yesterday on the front porch was needed to be cleaned. Done.
I took shower, drank a glass of water and carried my passport to the travel agent office, using the mini-bus.

I had to walk more than five hundreds meter from the crossroad. At this hour, the road was not that packedful, since the students and the office workers have started their day. There were mud and a small lake of the rain water on the roadside along the way, I walked a bit careful not to spoil my shoes.

There was this gracefully elegant woman in front of the counter, busy put the tickets onto the white envelope that seemed has been used before. I stood on her right. She put out the tickets again, double-check them. I peered and able to read Kuala Lumpur on it.

"How much the fare, mam?" I asked cordially. It took some time for her to answer me. She checked me out first, made sure she would not talk with whatever she might afraid of.

"I'm going to KL, too," I said, I dunno why did I say that, she didnt even asked. She smiled. Looked at the sales officer and returned her face to me, "it depends when you book your seat."

Lame answer, I said to myself. Everybody knows that, Mrs. Smart, I said, half-jokingly to myself. She made more small talk with the sales guy, then exited the room.
I later noticed that the guy who stood on her left was her driver, or something.

Then it was my turn.
I want to know your price first, not gonna buy them right away, I warned the slim guy who is slightly taller than me. Look at that mustache, trim it or get rid of it.

I paid 1.500.000 for both flights, and will pay additional international passenger service charge from the airport, 75.000
Well, there's no increase from last year, while the domestic flight is increased as much as 25.000, if I'm not mistaken.
The problem is settled out!! Yay!!

Ah yes, I requested my own seats and paid additional 15.000 for each flight, which I found was fair enuff. I thanked the guy, saved the print-out ticket in my Binder book and left.

It was just as easy as that. No hassle bussle.

I stopped the mini-bus which took me to the closest Bank Mandiri to the Sun Plaza where I met Green later that day.

I explained the whole story to the bank officer and she asked me to fill a form before she respond to the issue. With the form in her hands, she excused herself to copy my account book, ID card, returned with that typical smile which seems all the same, the same smile you get from Bank people, Sales people, and from your not-so-close acquaintances. She's good at it, at least. That smile.

She asked me to tell her again the problem. I did it chronologically, she nodded along the way in a sympathetically, trying not no miss any details.

OK, sir. I will forward this issue to the main office and we will do our best.

"Would like to ask you to make sure that the company won't auto-debit my card for the uncompleted online booking transaction ma'am. I've already submitted my PIN onto their payment page which didnt work out as it's supposed to be." I said, watching my tone, didnt want to sound panicky or something.

"Yes, yes. We understand," she replied, "Anything else, sir?

I said, thanks, nope. Was about to rise on my feet when she said, "Maybe I can take a lil more of your time, sir?"
The book was hanging low in my hand, I sat back down, "yes?"

She wanted me to make a new account to this new programs which will cover my insurance from Manulife. She went on and on, tried to explain and attract me at the same time.
No, I dont need it right now. I said thanks, I'll think about it, and shaked her hand firmly.

I met Green after that at the plaza. He got his haircut and then accompanied him for his lunch.
They're leaving tomorrow morning around nine, well, maybe the car will show up a bit late. It's such a shame that the weather has become less assuring lately. The rain comes and the enxt thing you know is that you are sweating from the heat of the sun and you have drank three bottles of cold drinks. I hope the weather will be happily sunny while they're taking the trip to the lake.