i heart holidays

the delay of reporting the trip to bali - due to the 'coping' with having to be back in the office and looking at the pictures of the trip would just be equivalent to a stab straight at my heart.

i didn't plan on the trip. mum did. she did prior booking since i don't know when and only recently told us.

like, finally.

a trip where i didn't have to follow her shop till i dropped. this had to be good.

i didn't know it was a three hour trip though. i thought from Malaysia to any part of Indonesia would take 2 hours, max (or even 45 minutes to Padang). Oh god. three hours with no entertainment? the only book i managed to grab was DaVinci Code which ive read over and over till dog-eared. Three hours. Oh boy.

Tourist arrival in Denpasar

The first signs that Bali is indeed an island was at the airport. We were walking towards the taxis when we saw a huge crab crawling in the parking lot. honestly, does everything in Indonesia wanna go to Malaysia?

Bali is so different. So different from Jakarta, This is like coolness redefined. From the airport to the hotel i watched topless male surfers carrying their surfboards on the streets. Yum. This trip is looking up already. We arrived at the hotel and the moronic hotel staff took forever to settle us in. Apparently mom got too-good rates over the internet and dude had too do a triple check to confirm whether it was for real. whatever. we got a room on the first floor with a garden view. didn't seem too appealing until we discovered the other door that was three steps away from the pool.

so many things, so little time

Mom has like the best ideas ever. She booked us a hotel right on the legian street - the street that never sleeps. It was a whole stretch of shops, bars, restaurants, massage parlors and miles and miles of endless stuff to discover.

the guy told us the bomb was aiming the strip club. ok, we're safe.

The end of legian street would mean the start of Kuta Sq. which as where the malls and up class shops were. and krispy kreme. :P

when we're not falling over hunky surfer dudes @ Legian

Anyways we spent the first day exploring legian street and walking all the to Kuta Sq. I saw this outlet for Birkenstock and decided to check it out. Was about to cross the street when my sister grabbed my arm,

*gasp* "kak long tengok tu!! do you think he's a model?"
outside Birkenstock was a mat salleh dude with a white t-shirt and blue jeans and sunglasses talking on his cell.
"OMG. handsome nye. mak ai. handsome nyeeeee"
and i trip in the middle of the street.

sister laughs and i regain my composure. we're getting closer. that guy is seriously hot.

and then

i trip again.

okay fine. i give up.

maybe me and Birkenstock guy arent fated to be together forever.

and that Nads, is the story of why i didn't go the the outlet.

the next day Mom gathered all the tour group leaflets and created her own by compiling a list of places that she thinks is worthy to go. although Bali is famous for its Hinduism, neither of us had any interest in visiting any kuils. so she hired a supir directing him to go according to her own itinerary. So off we went at 8.30 (!) in the morning. We were told to dress for the highlands, Ubud. Very nice, very cool, borderline boring. Of course we had to stop at every attractive thing by the roads as to satisfy Mom's need to bring home a bit of Bali.

seriously bored waiting for Mom and her Balinese brewed coffee

Restaurant with volcano view. Food sucks tho. They probably
tell you to jump over if you complained

Volcano view. Again.

Oh i forgot. We went to see Barong. The traditional story of a Hindu God or something. It was a good show, with quite a cast. I like.

Barong. Like Senario post-stardom

We spent the whole day on tour. And the the best bit was of course the market. whheeeee..

i bought 5 pairs of beaded sandals on legian. it cost me 20k. like RM8. cheap!
i went to ubud and was offered a 15k. I bought 4 pairs.
i went to the next market. the offered 14k. I bought 1 pair.
i saw this Korean tourist try on a pair at another shop. i bet she gets conned. ha-ha. i asked her how much? "10k"
"10k???" fucking hell. she doesn't even speak the language.
i'm angry. i buy another 2 pairs. rm4 only what..
the exact same sandals at mont kiara flea market for rm35. rip-offs!

oooopss,, how many pairs is that?

Yes, pink is for retards but i like pink

thats way too much for my tiny luggage. back at the hotel mummy asks me what i plan to do with them.
are those souvenirs?
err, yeah.
why are they all the same size?
huh? really?? *pretend to be amazed and mutter abusive at the shopkeepers*

i have to give them away now. ive got like 4 similar patterns in different colors. or something. all in my size la obviously kan? a petite size 5.

aiyo. inspiration finish for today. will continue.

life. post bali.

24 hours ago

we were hopping into a cab after a shopping spree in kuta square to have a fabulous balinese lunch.

today im at my desk, trying to imagine the sound of the rain outside is actually the waves rushing to the shore. and my boss is piling the work. and the emails are pouring in. and the phone wont shut-up.

i need another holiday. july 6th, please come quick!

breathe in. breathe out.

its not something you look forward to, having your measurements taken by a guy who has measured the waist of siti nurhaliza (before Datuk K injected the pounds), norjuma (before she doubled her size), nora danish and princess zara.

ive been dreading this sessions ever since my mom told me she scheduled the appointment for us today. dammit la.

the first appointment was a few months back - we had sketches done and designs proposed, but mummy didn't allow measurements to be taken yet as she had faith that i would be able to shed a few spare tires which unfortunately didn't happen.

aiyo.

so miserable i tell you. she would deprive me of food and i would tell her i wanted to go and pickup something and ended up at williams in PJ devouring hungrily the enormous portions. i'd go home all innocent-looking and go right to sleep. haha

she'd poke my belly and my thighs and tell me to diet! diet! diet!
whenever i eat, she'd stare at the food on my plate and say something that would make me wanna bang my head against the wall.

but last weekend, she told me the appointment was set and i had to go today. i was dreading this like hell. apparently the guy had called and ask when i was coming in for measurements and my mom told him to give a little more time. he said "alaaa..tak payah la diet2 ni.. kalau die happy, biar je laa..i pun tak kisah"

the fuck he cares. he charges an arm and a leg and a head for his services, obviously he doesn't care.

anyways, i ve been on a stupid graham and green tea diet for the whole week and i hope i can fool him into thinking my waist it as tiny as norjuma or whoever and i've also been practicing holding my stomach in till it looks kinda (!) flat. kind of anyways. so let's hope this works.

the only person ive manage to fool so far is myself. i believe i've lost weight anyways. haha.

then today i walk into the office feeling happy (cos today is the day, like, finally- let's get this over with) and light-headed (its hunger, i know) and then i received some disturbing news.

apparently last month was bonus month and everybody is a bit rich and so far ive manage to dodge all this belanja makan. i thought it was over. and then boss tells me we're going for lunch today - her treat. how? and its chilli's. having someone else pay for chilli's apart from D is kinda refreshing.

aiyo so conflict -la . so tempting. but then i think about that guy's expressions when he measures my waist and finds out im like 40 inches or something and i loose my appetite. fuck kan?

this is how fat people feel like in case you don't know. its a very sad life.

okay. im going to follow them to lunch since its the boss is paying. plus i have to rip her off so i wont feel bad if she's ever nasty/wont approve my leave/holds me back after work. let's see how much self control i have.

in the meantime i'll still be here practicing the art of holding my stomach in.

oh. and i have the bali trip tomorrow. i'll spare the people over there from having to witness a bluehyppo on the loose yeah?

push and pull

its been while now eh?

ive been occupied. and a little under the weather. thanks for the well-wishes, very kind of you.

my very good friend mr.culinary has come up with his own blog. go look it up. he's as twisted and sad as he sounds.

and he told this morning he wanted to commit suicide.

i told him thats what happens to people who play with their imaginary friends all day

the blog will probably last ten posts. he has the attention span of a four year old kid. technically, there is a four year old living inside his body.

i'm sure of it.

Hazardous

Cannot update blog due to health reasons.

Jakarta was unkind.