What a strikingly hideous sunny Wed! And it started to feel like real burning hot right when i grew tired flipped thru the TV channels and saw nothing but routine monoloque schedules on the EGP.
Lamro had left for the Netherlands yesterday so the third floor gets back to its melancholy silence and messy mood--and dirrrty. Waking up with the same wacky position that left a little guilty pain on my back and arms, I decided im'a do something today, anything.
And I ended up brushing and cleaning the toilet, the three-walled bathroom, getting rid of some toothbrush I've noticed been there for ages. And vacuumed the bedroom carpet, found out i've lost some porn discs, or, did I lend it to someone? I have no idea. Dont need them anymore.
I looked at my ID card-sized photos taken years ago, lots of them in 4x3 cm, 4x6cm. I looked less cheerful on that pic, blame it on the photographer who asked me to readjust my head all the time that I was all like, "fuck it!" and completely forgot to smile when he shouted One Two Three!!
Then I found printed-down lyrics of Russel Watson's and some others. Been ages not to make my own secretive little bedroom opera. The last time I tried to sing real serious was when Al n Green were sitting on the front porch in low keys that i grew suspicious they were talking about me so i sang weaker but couldnt hear anything clear so i gave up both singing and eaves-dropping. Of course, they were not talking about me though I bet they did gave out little lamentation and whines. Kidding.
I cant sing real good on the third floor. The noise outside the window is crazier than my voice so forget about it, unless i take a refuge to the bathroom...but no, that seems so desperate. I also cannot hear good the radio No use. The fun part staying on the third floor is I can see people walking down the street, watch their funny almost closed eyes and funny facial expression. Wear sunglasses for Christ's sake! The common funny belief between the local is that you look like a complete moron if you're wearing sunglasses, or, simply out of the planet, except if you walk out of cars, ride motors, or, you are someone from Jakarta.
My god. Seriously, you look so gay in that sunglasses. Classy!! I once absent-mindedly greeted Green when I picked him at the airport a few months ago. Al blames it on me because Green decided to take it all up and suffered himself up under the sun, naked eyes. But hey, we're all good now. We're taking our sunglasses everywhere, even when we are taking becak which doesnt look luxurios at all. WTF? I need no dusty eyes, thank you very much, we will say when someone tease any of us.
Ah yes, mom called this morning just mins after i woke up, Are you still sleeping?
No, I'm on my way to work, I lied.
She gave a brief news about folks, a pre-wedding traditional ceremony she's going to attend tomorrow, and the cough/sore throat pandemic over there. Yes, she gets the cough, too.
It's been a week, she said, "...Take more fruits, mom."
My elder sister was loosing her cool then calling me the other day. She was/is still all excited with her new phone I bought, "...How to unlock this shit? The manual writes press home then the osterix! Tried millionth times, ugh!"
It's been a good monotonous week.
Lamro had left for the Netherlands yesterday so the third floor gets back to its melancholy silence and messy mood--and dirrrty. Waking up with the same wacky position that left a little guilty pain on my back and arms, I decided im'a do something today, anything.
And I ended up brushing and cleaning the toilet, the three-walled bathroom, getting rid of some toothbrush I've noticed been there for ages. And vacuumed the bedroom carpet, found out i've lost some porn discs, or, did I lend it to someone? I have no idea. Dont need them anymore.
I looked at my ID card-sized photos taken years ago, lots of them in 4x3 cm, 4x6cm. I looked less cheerful on that pic, blame it on the photographer who asked me to readjust my head all the time that I was all like, "fuck it!" and completely forgot to smile when he shouted One Two Three!!
Then I found printed-down lyrics of Russel Watson's and some others. Been ages not to make my own secretive little bedroom opera. The last time I tried to sing real serious was when Al n Green were sitting on the front porch in low keys that i grew suspicious they were talking about me so i sang weaker but couldnt hear anything clear so i gave up both singing and eaves-dropping. Of course, they were not talking about me though I bet they did gave out little lamentation and whines. Kidding.
I cant sing real good on the third floor. The noise outside the window is crazier than my voice so forget about it, unless i take a refuge to the bathroom...but no, that seems so desperate. I also cannot hear good the radio No use. The fun part staying on the third floor is I can see people walking down the street, watch their funny almost closed eyes and funny facial expression. Wear sunglasses for Christ's sake! The common funny belief between the local is that you look like a complete moron if you're wearing sunglasses, or, simply out of the planet, except if you walk out of cars, ride motors, or, you are someone from Jakarta.
My god. Seriously, you look so gay in that sunglasses. Classy!! I once absent-mindedly greeted Green when I picked him at the airport a few months ago. Al blames it on me because Green decided to take it all up and suffered himself up under the sun, naked eyes. But hey, we're all good now. We're taking our sunglasses everywhere, even when we are taking becak which doesnt look luxurios at all. WTF? I need no dusty eyes, thank you very much, we will say when someone tease any of us.
Ah yes, mom called this morning just mins after i woke up, Are you still sleeping?
No, I'm on my way to work, I lied.
She gave a brief news about folks, a pre-wedding traditional ceremony she's going to attend tomorrow, and the cough/sore throat pandemic over there. Yes, she gets the cough, too.
It's been a week, she said, "...Take more fruits, mom."
My elder sister was loosing her cool then calling me the other day. She was/is still all excited with her new phone I bought, "...How to unlock this shit? The manual writes press home then the osterix! Tried millionth times, ugh!"
It's been a good monotonous week.
