I am currently engaged in a year long project and it’s been four months now. As someone who can’t stand routines, I can say I’m a survivor with a lot of nose bleeds, heartburn, and diarrhea. Psychosomatic.
Holiday is coming. A thirteen-days of no-working activities. Yayness? Not really. Since it is an Idul Fitri Holiday, I have an obligation to visit my grandmother in her hometown, Solo. Not really my kind of holiday.
I dream of blue sky, white sand, blue beaches, salty breeze, iced tea, and barbecue. But heck, I have to make this holiday worth. I’m bringing my cropped pants, pretty scarves, necklaces, rings, G 10, and books.
I’ll go to the mall and watch Kung Fu Panda 2 by myself. Go to keraton, riding becak, ride the transjakarta-like transportation around Solo, and drink iced tea as much as I want.
