junk brain. rubbish brain. or brain junk? whatever.

No, it is not about stupid people something stupid. I cannot find another title (and this one sounds good). What I want to say is about, the junk that we have inside our brain. The unimportant stuff that sometimes we keep inside our brain, that does not have any use for our life, consumed our brain memory, or whatever, but we still keep it anyway because we like it. Or we cannot just throw it away easily. Such a guilty pleasure. Just like junk food. But for brain (duh?).

Ok, this is my list (not in order or anything, I just write what came out of my mind):

1. Googled my name, and keep count of the search result. Sounds stupid? It is, but knowing that when I typed my name and Google found me makes me feel that I am existed in this world. It is not that I feel invisible or anything. But isn’t it exhilarating to find your name in the internet when you didn’t put it yourself? I don’t know about you but I do.
2. Memorizing Japanese song. I was such a Japanese freak back then (and I feel embarrassed admiting it). I like all stuff related to Japan culture. Mostly about the band and their song. L’arc~en~ciel, Glay, Do As Infinity, The brilliant green, Malice Mizer, anything, you name it, I like it. I listened to their song everyday, at school, in the car, in the bathroom, everywhere. I sing along to their song, karaokeing all the time. I googled the lyrics in latin, printed it out, sing along with it, and after the third or fourth time, I am able to sing in Japanese without the text. For what? I don’t even understand what the song is about. Well, I just like it. Even though I’m not a Japanese freak anymore, I still remember some of J-Pop and J-Rock songs. Precisely, word-to-word.
3. Old telephone number. I still remember my old home number. I have been remembering it since I was a little (maybe when I was 5 years old?) and I could still say the number out loud now, 7997355. It has no use, I don’t even live there anymore, I don’t even know what the place has become. But I just can’t erase it from my memory. It is just stay there.
4. My Baby Sitter. Her name is Mba Inah. She is fat, very talkative, with very big hair. When I was a kid, I used to be taken care of by Mba Inah. Both my parents are working, so I rarely met them at home. In the morning, I go to school and my parents go to their office. When they are home, I was asleep. Therefore, I always spent my day with Mba Inah. I cried hysterically when she went back to her village (pulang kampung). I just love her to death back then. I wonder how she’s doing now.

The list doesn’t stop here. There are still more junk brain to come. I’ll keep this list update.

And how about you? Share your Junk Brain!