Three Little Trashes Sitting Next to Me

January 3, 2012

This morning was sunny and cheerful. Me and Adrian rode our bikes to find some breakfast anywhere. It was really hard to find chicken porridge and ketoprak the last day. But this morning, their activities started running as the usual day.

Adrian and I was first meaning to take Bulbul for a walk. But Adrian also needed to take some money from the ATM. So we went with Bulbul. Adrian rode his bike to the nearest ATM from our house, and I rode slowly to watch Bulbul.

Bulbul met a friend in Kucica. It was a very friendly and funny yellow mixed dog. I think he’s just 1 year old or something. Some man there told me his name, but now I already forget. It was lovely to watch them play. It reminded me of Socky.

While Bulbul played, me and Adrian ate chicken porridge there. Then after his friend went away, Bulbul just sat beside me, waiting until me and Adrian finished the chicken porridge.

After finishing the porridge, we went back home. Then I got ready to meet my friend in McDonald. And, this is what I wrote/typed while waiting my friend:

"I’m in a junk food restaurant, was supposed to meet my old friend, talking about business as always. But she didn’t show up. So I just enjoy my time there, writing my novel. Well, writing.

Not quite a perfect place to write a novel, or even write anything. The three little junior high school students sitting next to me are so damn annoying. Well, I could tell that they are in junior high from how annoying they were. One of them is the most annoying, a geeky boyish girl or maybe a girlish boy (I can’t tell), keep talking about her/himself, and her/his family, and her/his everything. Remind me of me actually. I’ve never know it can be very annoying. I’m sure he/she is pretty annoying too even for her/his two friends. The other two are girls. One of them is pretty sweet actually. She didn’t talk too much. Just listening and smile a little. Well, sometimes they both screaming, but well, junior high teenagers… what can you expect?

In the middle of the time I’ve been here, came a group of older teenagers. From their faces I could tell that they're also annoyed by the junior high school teenagers.

Damn! She/he kept talking shit about everything. I used to be like that when I was her/his age. And everything she/he said is so unimportant. Well, everything seems not important when the one said it wasn't an important person for us.

Anyway, I remember yesterday I thought of something really brilliant.

Oh dear… I thought of something really brilliant yesterday. What was it? Oh I should’ve written that down!

I think it’s something about the butterflies. Not about butterfly, but something related… or maybe a hairbrush. But why hairbrush? A hairbrush?

What did I do yesterday? What did I eat? What did I watch? Who did I talk with?

Oh was it about sense? Was it about consciousness? Something about this life… some brilliant thought.

What?

Come on…

Chicken liver, chicken nuggets, too many rice, no veggies, yoga, jogging, but no, I rode my bike. Flypaper, looking for chicken porridge...

Oh! I hate these noises around me!…

I have some OCD that makes me unable to stand crowd and noises, and people.

When there were too many noises and too many people, too many for me, I would always become nervous and panic. I can’t stand people. I’m allergic to people. I hate people.

…"

Well, that's all, folks!

That's what I thought and typed while waiting. Then it turned out that my friend didn't get my message because her cellphone was having some errors.

... 

Cooking fettuccini carbonara for dinner.