Burnt Buttocks
Posted by: paperpen on: 20 November, 2009
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[Bali '09 Part Two]
I am not kidding you.
I finished off the snorkeling session today blissfully, towelled myself and changed clothing. I knew I was tanned at the back, but check this out…
We stopped by a restaurant for an early dinner and I made a trip to the ladies’. I had to check out my bum because it started having that mild burn sensation midway through the 4-hour journey back to the Southern part of the island.
Yes, yes. My buttocks are indeed burnt.
Well, okay fine. Just half of each, since the swimsuit covers the other halves. Mamma mia.
That aside, that’s another item crossed off the list of must-dos. So – big grin plastered across my face!
p/s: I think the Illy Frap I glamorously had last night stole my sleep. Would truly be the first time coffee steals away rest from my body. Ah strangeness.
Memory Shore
Posted by: paperpen on: 19 November, 2009
It’s not even a lane. You take up a bloody shore of memories in the head…
Let me try to explain myself.
So I’m on holiday, and I know for a fact that many would kill to be in my position right now. Free fast wi-fi (you don’t know how happy this makes me, thinking about the crap service I have in my Jakarta residence) connection in a fabuous resort hotel in Bali, sipping Illy frappucino at the hotel’s lounge with good live music and few people after a long day of photo shoot.
That spells like b.l.i.s.s.
Okay, so this is a family holiday but I’ve managed to steal little me-moments. Like now. But what I didn’t realise is that quiet moments leave me with more room for supressed thoughts to surface… and it doesn’t help by the fact that where I am – people go for the sun, sea and sand.
The three elements still remind me of you. In fact it reminds me especially of you because you were my beach boy. The whole lounge-around-with-music-in-the-summertime? You. Written all over it. Like anthrax lacing on a sweet present. Damn.
That aside, this holiday stint’s also allowed me to re-organize my head and make updates, reviews and re-distributions, so to speak. I am fully (and finally) conscious on how badly I was being treated for something that I had no power over. It wasn’t as much about the ending as much as the method of delivery. And I know I have my case won in this one – no room for arguments in this.
I deserve better. And for some reason I am confident, if for the first time in my life, that my time will come. I am paying my dues and one day it will be my turn to find a gem truly worth keeping, and that the feeling will be mutual and that will be it. So I’m paying my dues now and that’s okay. Because that’s how I ‘do’ my life. Have to get through the ‘non’ before finding the ’si’. Ah.
So there. First Bali reflection – and hopefully not the only one. Images up in Facebook soon perhaps.
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