Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Something weird is happening to me. Little snippets of memories from my bali trip in 2005 keep invading my little longan seed-sized brain. Okay, I just feel like reminiscing. Just let me
lah.
Agus the friendly waiter whom I think I was infatuated with.
Riding a horse and climbing up the moutain and then wondering why the surrounding mountains were moving - took me a while to realise I was dizzy.
Me announcing that I was going to shower and being adamant on washing my hair when we were on top of that mountain, even when everyone tried to dissuade me because it was so darned cold. I refused, so everyone else went to have warm breakfast after that climb while I nearly freezed to death showering.
Mom sending chel and cher to check on me because I was taking so long to shower. They pretended to be room service and they nearly climbed into the room because I didn't reply them. Thankfully they didn't, because I left the bathroom door open. :D
Night out with the girls, michael and auntie cynthia. Hard Rock Cafe. Worrying they'll refuse to let me enter because I was underage and I was wearing shorts. I had the time of my life even though I was worried about mom having dinner somewhere else, even though I was afraid a bomb would suddenly explode, even though my eardrums popped from the live music. The lead singer winked and pointed at me (HAHAHAHA).
Hopping into a taxi, seeing a trans grab an angmoh and push her (his?) tongue into the angmoh's mouth. The banner outside the pub read "
SaturGay night fever". Enough said.
Dinner at Jimbaran Beach, which was fantastic with the rhythmic sound of the waves, sand under your feet, and the band serenading each table. It didn't spoil the experience although my neurotic mother kept wondering whether another bomb will go off.
Our tour guide and his funny english. "Look at the cloudy!" and "Please do not disturbing the monkeys!" with all his exaggerated hand gestures.
Me being so sad as we took off, and even spilling my drink on the plane because I was so preoccupied with feeling miserable.
Fresh coconuts, creamy avocados, sweet mangoes, friendly waiters, yummy looking angmohs everywhere, white beaches, clear waters.
Bali is love.
Okay, I have no idea what came over me. I just had to type all of that. I feel like hopping on a plane and flying there immediately now.
I just cupped my chin with my left hand. And I realise it smells like the hotel in Bali.
Oh my, something really weird
IS happening to me!
i grabbed your attention;
