Here's to us and another year.

I know it's a bit too late, but still, it's better to have a record of special events, right.

As opposed to what I'd predicted, I didn't cry on the new year's eve. There was some lump, but no tears escaped. I spent the night at home with Runi, Bune, and Syarif. We played with fireworks, get our party hats (and trumpets, and tiara, and sunglasses) on, while enjoying just the right amount of snacks and vodka.

Some time during the night, Rozelle came over with her boyfriend. She stayed only for a few short minutes, which broke my heart that night and still boils my temper when I think about it now.

Runi, Bune, and Syarif went back home the next day, but the fun didn't stop there. On the 2nd day of 2007, we went to Bandung and had a three-day-straight new year celebration with Bangun, Ebonk, Ingga, and Meivi. The trip was pretty special because Bune and Syarif were there this time, while normally, getting Bune to go somewhere far used to be so hard.

The hotel, the foods, the shopping, and the great great company made the trip perfect. As usual, I didn't want to go home; Bandung is somehow so different from Jakarta. It's less hectic, the weather's always nice, plus everything there seems cheaper than here. Throw in the fact that my boyfriend lives there and you'll see my point.

However, somehow in some time I had to go back home, so here I am. I'm trying to enjoy my last days of holiday, and so far it's been good. I and Bune stayed over at Runi's the other day, and today we went on a culinary tour with Bangun and Syarif. Ice cream at Ragusa, then dinner at Nasi Goreng Rawit. Sadly, Syarif has to go back to Aceh tomorrow. It was fun hanging out with him, as we saw each other quite a few times this holiday.

I've been having great times with my friends (and Bangun) recently, but something's still bothering me. Lately a friend has been occupied with her own life. And I don't know which is worse; selfishly and frequently ranting about how I want my best friend to be there with us despite her busy schedule, or pretending not to care about her presence at all.

I might get back at you on that one.

[song of the day: albert hammond jr. - scared]