I really did.

"No, I have nothing against you personally. I just generally hate stupid people,"

post removed because apparently i have people reading this blog and reporting its content to my mom. low blow people. you pussies.

so instead,
HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE.

i don't celebrate new year, never have.
i stayed at home and had a radical BBQ session with (traitor) cousins, ignoring the time and watching star wars together while making raspberries everytime anakin skywalker say something predictable and obi wan hangs precariously over a ledge. yawn.

only realised that it was past midnight 3 hours after that.

how slow is your net connection?
mine is just neanderthally criminal.

Wet, rainy mornings

I love wet, rainy mornings. Its the best. Even on a Tuesday, which means I have to get up early and get to work instead of huddling beneath my blanket in bed, I still love rainy mornings.
Even when I only washed the car two days ago and now I have to wash it again because of the rain, I still dont mind its raining this morning.
Even when the trafffic got so bad for no apparent reason, I love watching the the rain drops on the windshield.
Even when it means getting to the office an hour late, I still love rainy, cloudy mornings.
Even when the parking lot is all muddy and swampy and I have to park in a puddle of of water, I still love rain in the mornings.
Even when the short walk to the office means getting my shoes dirty and wet, I really do love rainy mornings.
Even when the breakfast lady forgot to reserve my usual breakfast, I love wet mornings.
Even when I see my in-tray is overloading with pending work, I still love this rainy morning.
I wish everyday starts with a rainy morning.

bali report numero deux

since kaydotte asked for it. here are more pictures of me, me, me!
enjoy my impression of a tub of lard throughout the whole trip.


orange hat + pink shirt + yellow sarong + blue shirt + green sarong = absolute fashion no-no
the mother temple at besakih






balinese women with stuff on their head.

















getting myself a third degree sunburn at tanah lot













at the pulau penyu hatchery. lord, bali was hot. observe the greasy overall complexion thanks to repeated slathering of sunblock.


shiren at our hotel's beach in kuta. we were sunset watching. 2 people on a trip means i-take-your-picture-or-you-take-mine all the way. unless we could catch an innocent bystander to take our picture. you know how it goes.




food for the gods. the ulun danu temple were in the midst of preparing for some festival. lotsa food involved. im sure there's a babi guling in one of these trays somewhere.