Sunday, May 23rd: Left in the morning with Dad to check out our land in Ciputat. Based on the last experience, it's on a one way road that means we have to go through the goddamn market (I say goddamn because the traffic is inexplicable), so Dad got off at the main road, while I looked for a U-turn. Unfortunately, the road leading to the land was after the last U-turn, and so I had to go through the market. After going one way and seeing the traffic on the opposite lane where I was supposed to be, I stayed the course and took the long way round. And when I say long, I mean looooong: heading towards Pamulang, turning right at Pondok Cabe, taking the very rocky road through Cirendeu, and emerging near Ciputat again. I used to live in the area, but at this point I have absolutely no qualms should they ever decide to turn the entire place into rubble.
Was supposed to be our second match of the tournament, but once again things went awry: it rained really heavily and rendered the pitch unusable. A sign? Hope not; it'd suck to lose our title without much of a fight. Ended up playing futsal on Al-Azhar's basketball court-turned-futsal pitch against our would-be opponents for the day. Scored two lucky goals, but the downside was that we were playing barefoot, and I ripped a hole on the underside of my right big toe. Ouch.
Afterwards, hung out with the guys until late, listening to Dandy relate tales from his few months' experience as a call centre employee for a phone operator. Hilarious stuff. But then again he could turn the most boring thing imaginable into a laugh-a-minute story.
Monday, May 24th: Still recovering from the effects of the previous day. Think I got some work done, but I'm not too sure. Ah well.
Tuesday, May 25th: Awoke this morning to two phone calls: one was from the organisers of the Missy Elliott gig on Wednesday, telling me that today's scheduled press ID pick-up was cancelled. The next one was from campus, reminding me that my time's up on August 20th, not the 31st. Ack.
And then off I went to a press conference by the promoters for the upcoming Boyz II Men gig. On the way, I found out that the Missy gig was off, and when I got to the press con, I learned that it was cancelled due to the U.S. Government issuing another travel warning, telling its citizens to avoid going to Indonesia for safety reasons. Crap. The press conference itself was more enjoyable than the usual affairs: less people, higher quality of questions, free food...and as I was about to leave, one of the people handed me an envelope containing money. Paying me to attend a press conference? Sweet. I have no idea as to why, and whether I was the only one. But either way, sweet.
