Manifestation of Boredom, In Bullets

Two days, in bullets:

2011-6-4

• No one in my family knew I was on my way home that night. I wanted it to be a surprise, but at some point, I questioned my sanity—what if something bad happened to me? So as precaution, I asked Jana to SMS my parents should she not hear from me the next morning.


• RSL’s new bus looked cool. Awesome. The seats were more comfortable. I wasn’t freezing inside the bus, unlike the other times on their old buses. And if the temperature displays were correct (this was also a new feature of the new bus), the temperature inside alternated between 22 and 23 Celsius, while outside it played around 33 to 26 degrees. The televisions were sleeker too, and the movies they showed (it was Eagle Eye when I came onboard and after that was The Transporter 3).


• Around the second movie (The Transporter 3), I took out my laptop and watched a different movie—The Hangover. (I wanted to watch Misfits, but I after the series’ second episode, I was quite wary—the kindly lady sitting beside me might think I was into obscene materials, which, by the way, I am not.) But some 20-odd minutes later, my head started to throb, I slept instead.

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2011-6-5

• The bus didn’t stop over at Roberto’s Food Express, usually the restaurant I stay at when I wait for the sunrise. So, I had to look for another place to stay until sunrise. I ate breakfast a 24-hour McDonalds’ instead. I read a book while I ate, from 4 to 5.30 am. I wrote a little while waiting for the city to come alive.

I think I remember from one of JK Rowling's interviews how the first chapter of what will then become an epic saga, Harry Potter, was conjured inside a restaurant, written on bundles of tissue paper.

And while I am currently in restaurant, or fast-food more precisely, and I am writing on scraps of table napkin, I cannot promise to pen an equally massively appealing novel, or any work remotely close to Harry Potter's status.

- Excerpt from what I have written while I waited idly for the city to wake, Me


(So, I Googled the interview I mentioned, and as it turns out, Jo Rowling didn't write on table napkins when she came up with Harry Potter.)


• I went to the 24-hour Dunkin Donuts across the street to take-out a box of munchkins.


• Then, I rode the jeepney, and while I was supposed to take a tricycle to our home, I walked instead.. The sun was shining brightly for 6am. Or maybe I hadn’t witnessed that many 6am’s in my life to judge this one as exceedingly bright and sunny.


• Twenty minutes after I started walking, I knocked on our door, and surprise!


• I met King’s biker friends, who were all really good at biking, so I was fairly ashamed of myself for not being able to ride the bike (I could when I was little, but that was a long time ago; the last time was when I was still in grade school).
  


• So, I vowed that by the end of the evening, I could already work the bicycle. And I did. I got bruises and bumps, but it was worth it.


• And I finished watching The Hangover, and it was really, really, really funny without being stupid. Now, I want to watch The Hangover Part II. Anyone wants to join me?