Promises are hard to keep.

As I'd predicted, Day Two never happened here :|

Let me try to recap then, it is now Day-Off-Almost-Over already. Boo.

Day Two, which was on Friday, I went to the office to get this thing with my friends and bosses sorted out. I can't tell it in public place I guess, but it was about work agreement.

Afterwards, I met Runi and Sindro in Pacific Place, the first time I ate at Pancious. And I think they are overrated. But anyway, I got my Coldplay T-shirt, thanks to Ms. SF, and well, it was always fun to go to a mall. Runi stayed over that night, and we did.....surprise, surprise, nothing.

Day Three, Saturday. It was my sister's birthday-slash-graduation party at my house. Bangun, Runi, and my father were there, along with my sister's boyfriend and some friends. We ate like there was no tomorrow, and leyeh-leyeh like time did not move at all.

Day Four, Sunday. You see, it was a day before Aug. 17, and my neighborhood decided to have a merry little celebration of the independence day. By little I mean rows of tables selling from foods to mobile provider, and by merry I mean people singing their asses out on stage.

I had slept at 3 a.m. the night before, and at exactly 6.30 a.m., they kicked off the celebration by playing this Indonesian song through the gigantic speakers.

My bedroom window is only a stone's throw away from the park.

So there I was, thinking of the best way to destroy the stage. But then the day went by nicely, as I helped mom selling foods at the bazaar. At night, I went shopping for some groceries with Bangun and looked around for a netbook.

Day Five, Monday. Nothing happened in the morning, but I went to see Leo Kristi at night. Yes, the singer from our parents' era. Bangun's uncle is a big fan of him, and he asked us all to go see him perform in Taman Ismail Marzuki.

That man Leo Kristi is one looney singer.

He yelled, he told us nonsense stories, he wore a pair of goggles on stage, along with bright pink trousers and sneakers, and in between, he played good music.

For three hours.

Plus, he played songs the audience requested, and just stopped in the middle when he forgot the lyrics and the chords. I couldn't help thinking how it would be if I interviewed him for the paper. I think he would give me the answers of my life.

Anyway, today's Day Six. I'm about to go to Bandung, there's an akekahan of Kinanti, Bangun's super cute niece. We'll see how it goes, and deep down, I've started wailing silently because tomorrow will be the last of my oh-so-beautiful holiday..