I lifted my eyes to the TV screen which hang on the wall. I forced myself to follow the became-less-interesting story of the undertaker's family of Six Feet Under. Yes, I tried to catch up the remaining episodes of the Third Season DVD and somehow, I had never paid more attention more than a few minutes after the opening of each episode. Not that I loose my interest in the series, it's just the circumstances I'm living in right now make it harder to take this guilty pleasure. I dunno, it seems that lots of new things are taking place in my life, which, consequently, inevitably, change my usual habit.I can sleep less than four hours now...I can skip meals, guiltless...I get more comfy going Naturist at nite-time...I become care less about my trivial hobbies like reading and updating this blog...I think I'm simply getting Old. 26 going 27 doesn't sound exciting at all, and no, I'm not one of those who see aging as life-threat. By now I turned my look to the beam from the TV screen playing in my naked legs, ignored the burst of laughter from the TV.
What I really really really wanna do now is to get the hell out of this bed and get some drink and listen to those cheesy local band who always work their ass off to sound more like those original singers of the songs-but hey, fuck with that. I just want THAT.
I pressed pause on the screen, remained laid flat on my back, my left hand reached for the radio tuner and started exercised my thumb and index fingers...escaped my ears from most of FM station, then let it go for some minutes monologue conversation between two male announcers who talked super femininely. They laughed alot, though they basically because they trashed each other the whole time.
Completely boring.
I fished the mobile phone under the other pillow on my right and read L's Message again:Missing sister. A seemed-to-be very obedient innocent Bible-minded girl who has just graduated from her Theologian diploma has been gone,from the church where she stays and works at, for three days.
Why do people get their sorry ass fucked up?
I didn't reply her message until the next afternoon at work. L's latest text came today says a source saw her walked around Tj. Sari area with a man whose hand she dearly attached her hands to.
Such a lovestruck.
L wrote She had taken her sister's mobile last New Year's Eve after she read some sexually-driven text messages on the mobile.
You know what, I am not getting myself into this whole family problem, even if this makes me look like a complete ignorant jerk. Knowing the judgmental and bad-tempered family of L and herself, I can only predict they will make things more discouraging. And I cannot do anything from this island,not even texting the missing girl because she's constantly changing her numbers.
She is on her twenties and has learned What Would Jesus Do thingy, and she can makes her own decision in her life, even if she wants to screw it up and would come with a sorry ass a little bit too late. I guess what I'm trying to say is she simply wants to know what love is.
