I stayed for another couple of hours at work yesterday because it was raining and I suddenly became a lazy jerk and hated the idea of going solo buy veggies and all at the bloody muddy marketplace--no, it ain't on the 78th floor of Citihall, it's plainly spread its dirty hairy legs near the farm area, in the midst of schools and used/second-hand clothes and stuffs.

Bored with the online TV playing Sermons instead of good music, I decided to go home, stood outside, the rain has subsided, the dark has taken over, and my face was greasy and my skin felt nasty, I felt I was about to expired.

I stopped the yellow mini bus we called Angkot, saw lines of passengers, sat next to the second corner beside this woman who excitedly showed her inconvenience of me taking space. Everyone looked at me because they had nothing else to do and they got bored at each other's faces, and they wish I were not there and they felt like superstars ended up crammed up in this shitty box of a car.

No, that were my ugly feelings. But, it's true that once you get into this kinda bus where you have to sit between many people on your row and another five or six on the opposite row, you hate them all because they look at you, really stare at you, if not your legs or crotch.

One got off, followed by another two, then that particular woman who sat beside me moved to the opposite row, face on me, then I had a perfect look at her, her teeth reminded me of Mrs. Deborah's.

Her phone invaded the whole place, a simple jingle. She picked up several calls, spoke in Bahasa with a strong Batak Accent, a woman in white tight tee, innocent funny face, in her late 30s or early 40s.

Then she asked something to the guy on her left, sounded like, "Is this Setia Budi road?"
He shook his head, looked so convincing, a Hindi descent guy who left work, I guess.
Minutes passed. She asked another guy on her right, "Dunno," he said, he came with a sack of rice, must be just got back from his villagehome.
Growing confused, she asked the Hindi guy again, paraphrased it, "Are we already on Setia Budi road?"

Now he looked dumb, "...it's still Dr.Mansyur..."

Awkwardly, she ignored my ask-me! look, just passed my way and scanned the outside moving places. I felt sorry for her, didnt even bother to ask the driver or another passenger, me!!

"Where're you going, mam?" I asked her, I hid my smile. She looked at me and gave me one-word answer, "Tasbi."

"You just passed that crossroad," I said slowly, emphasizing the passed, "Sir, please stop here, now," I said to the driver. And she didnt looked back at me or thanked me. What a bitch.

Carrying my dinner, a batak pork food, I walked fast thru the bad jam close to home, dust covered the whole air as if we were having a rock concert in a church. Al and Green were having their blissful dinner, with F1 Racing on TV. I sat down with them, looked at the screen and felt stupid. I mean, that program is plain stupid, Dirty Sexy Money was on air on Star World channel.

"Is that a qualifying race?" I asked Green, who sat just too close to the TV, as if it was giving him oral or something.

"God! No! It's the race," he said, annoyed by my stupid question. HOw on earth was I supposed to know?!! I'm not a fan, nor care what are they doing racing the time out of their lives. I just misread the little running text at the bottom of the screen, "Qualification....No.1.Button......"

Button, Al's grandma's favorite which is Green's new fave, which sounds more like 'bottom' to my ears. Whatever.

"Where's the vegetables?" Al asked. He'd heard my super big campaign of healthy lifestyle. Mocking me.

"Next time," I said, raising a white flag, "I'm sucked, I know!" I said to myself. Looked at my plate, soup smeared/floodeed my steamed rice, with some greasy brownie minced pork.
I felt so guilty at myself.

"Take some of this," Al offered his salad.

I took shower, fell asleep way too early for a big boy, 9 pm.

12 midnite
A noise woke me up, the running water from the flush in the toilet, it becomes so noisy during the nite. I turned it off, thirsty, walked tip toed to the kitchen for water, in my fitted brief. On my way back to the room I heard funny noise, a creature like rat which sound more like that noise everytime you press any button from your calculator. tiiip tiiip tiiiip
It got my nerves that I thought a giant nasty anaconda-like was somewhere inside the house. a Predator. And that made me lose my sleepy mode, made me listened to the oldies on the radio, for hours, and that didnt make me feel sexy at all, you know.

And what made me jump out of my bed ithis morning was this new damn alarm clock. ugh.
Went to pee.
Then to the kitchen to make toast bread, then a RAT jumped at me, ran to the floor and Kiko missed the whole damn thing, he became stupid hysterical after it ran thru the hole on the door.
I brought my toasted bread to work, instead, for lunch.

At work now...ah it's lunch time, but I just had my Lontong for breakfast 3 hours ago. George Michael is singing Kissing a Fool for me at the moment. Ah...blissful.