Bali

Ok, i've been back from Bali for more than a week by now, so thoughts about Bali are gradually disappearing from my mind.
So I'll just post a couple of photos and talk a bit about it

Basically, being the neurotic and lifeless creep that I am, I decided to check in earlier (TWO FUCKING HOURS EARLIER) just to make sure that I wouldn't miss the flight. (I actually consider this trauma from an earlier childhood incident where my dad took his own sweet time and we ended up missing our flight to China. Its all your fault dad. Fuck you.)

Anyway, Jan sent me to Changi Airport and we decided to have dinner there. Normally, if I'm at Changi Airport, I would insist on having Popeye's for makan - because the fried chicken is good and the mashed potato excellent. Alternatively, it would be prawn noodle soup at the Terminal 2 food court (for the uninitiated, i once stayed at Changi Airport for a couple of days when I left home in a huff, so I'm bloody familiar with the airport. Trust me on this, having eaten loads of food there, the only thing worth having at the food court would be the prawn noodle soup.)

"Why you neber eat me?"

Anyway, we decided on eating Japanese because Marybrown had an outlet at Changi Airport too. I'm also a huge fan of Marybrown chicken and I make it a point to have it whenever I'm in Malaysia - you tell me, like that HOW TO CHOOSE BETWEEN THE TWO? when you're torn between two loves and don't want to hurt either one, Walk away.
So we settled for painfully overpriced and disgustingly awful Japanese food. Jan - I'm sorry. We should just have had the fucking prawn noodles.

gross Jap udon

So anyhoo, had an uneventful flight there coz I slept like a baby the entire trip. For those who have never ever travelled with me on a plane before, here's a bit of trivia for you. I take sleeping pills upon boarding the plane. Not because I have a fear of flying, but because I feel trapped in that seat for so long. I even have a huge stack of 'Please do not disturb me' stickers given out by stewardesses. Was met at the airport by the local correspondent there who very nicely understood that I was still a bit out of it, thanks to the sleeping pills. So he decided to spare me the city tour and just take me directly to the hotel. Here's a pic of my room:

From another angle:


Altogether now: wow. The room was fucking huge. So guys, the next time you guys visit Bali, please remember to stay at the Keraton Jimbaran Resort. If for nothing else, for this:


PHWOAR! the toilet seat has a fucking BIDET can??!! basically how it works is this - you shit, you're too lazy to clean your arse, so all you need to do is reach out and press a button. VOILA! (that's french for "My arse is now clean") true, its not as swank as japan where you can wash AND blowdry your arse, but for bali, i thought it was the coolest of cool. i was in bloody heaven. alone in a foreign land, with my room service supper waiting for me on the bed, sitting on the throne reading a porno mag philosophy text and water was swirling around my arsehole. altogether again - PHWOAR!

anyway, had to wake up super early the next day so that my photog and I could meet up for an early breakfast near the volunteer effort base before getting to work. This was our breakfast:

simple breakfast of sambal fish, egg and a bowl of soup with something that looked like dog meat

The same table, merely 5 minutes later:

Guess we were really hungry.

Anyway, the next couple of hours passed in a haze as I holed myself up in the resort's business centre after doing the interview with the volunteers. I'll try to post a link to the article once its officially out.

Another cheesepie week, so I'm going to be bloody busy. Got 4 essays due by Friday, not to mention a project due by Wed. This royally sucks.