confessions of a shopaholic

• I forgot my IC and had no time to go back to get it. so I kinda lied that I lost it. so the guy in charge of giving people their passwords made me stand aside while he tend to the rest of the people.
• He asked me a whole load of useless questions about my ic WHICH DOESN'T CONCERN HIS CHEAP ASS, and makes me wait outside the room until his 'SENIOR' can assess the situation
• so I wait outside like as if waiting in the dreadful polyclinic waiting halls with cheap plastic chairs while he asks me 'where you stay', 'your passport?' [I mean WHO THE HELL BRINGS THEIR PASSPORT EVERYWHERE THEY GO?!], 'can you get your family members to come down' in which I replied 'no one's home'.
• then he stops giving out his passwords, and look at me like 'oh how?'. you know that IDIOTIC slip of USELESS paper only needs your NAME and IC no. seriously, THE DAMN EZ LINK card has it with a PHOTO. and MY piece of paper was staring right at his face. I pointed to it and was like 'THAT's MINE'.
• while waiting, a poly boy used his tertiary ez link card too. and it was quite funny cos he gave the same answers to the same questions: 'I don't have my IC and don't bring my passport out', 'woodlands', 'no one's home'. NOW HERE'S THE F****ing annoying problem with these pricks.
• SENIOR says 'got student card. ez link NO. we have STRICT RULES'. I was like [are you f****ing kidding me] 'I USE THIS FOR MY A-LEVELS'. (according to prabs, I could be heard). I was like so bloody irritated and frustrated. I mean WTF. so poly boy comes along, and shows his poly card. 'okay go' I was like WHAT THE F**K. okay I didn't say it out loud. I was so irritated I said 'I just finish my A-levels. and JC students DON'T HAVE STUDENT CARDS, I mean we use this to take all our exams'. and the prick says 'NO EZ LINK.'
• I was like so frustrated I was close to tears. I called my brother, who was so nice and understanding to leave school immediately and cab home to get my passport and cab to that stupid place. and they expected it all done in half an hour. HELLO IT'S PEAK HOUR! and the dumb retard just gave me that 'oh, who ask you' look. if I could I would print their faces and stab it a million times before sending it to hell by burning it. and they were like 'okay you can take your test but you cannot end test until the passport comes'
• so I took it, and the whole time they were watching me like I was gonna cheat or something. HAH, I finished the damn shit in 12 mins including checking. and the same prick was like 'you finish already ah. check la' and I happily told him 'I checked it' *fake smile*. then they paused my test and asked me go out and call my brother (actually I was msging in the test room)
• by 7.15pm my brother was like only reaching home! so I mean, instead of making him waste money to cab down and watch them disqualify me, I told him to save the money, and self-disqualified myself. WHAT THE F**K. I was SO ANGRY, I kinda dropped a tear or two. but I was fine. walked in with dignity and told them I would disqualify. [WHO THE HELL GOES TO A TEST TO DISQUALIFY THEMSELVES?! you're currently looking at one]
• on the bus, I just got so damn pissed recounting the whole conversation and the ridiculous-ness of the whole damn thing I couldn't help but shed a few tears. lucky the bus was like empty, people probably thought must have been a bgf thing *rolls eyes*
• and the most annoying part...I was DEFINITE I could have passed with flying colours.

the worst part: JC STUDENTS DON'T HAVE STUDENT CARDS.

and you know what...the next test...is in MARCH

finally... the moment you've been waiting for.

**DC....FUCK IT

1. very friendly people


2. french fries


3. juices


4. corn soup


5. horse riding

5 things I dislike about Bali:

1. houseflies overload


2. traffic :S


3. bargaining


4. dry food :(


5. currency

the Bali Dynasty Hotel

due to drowsy medicine, I slept most of the time :)

gosh, the sea water was SO SALTY, my throat itched from swallowing it :S

oh yes, most of the food in Bali, is buffet style. when you're a tourist that is. so we ate on the boat

while rafting, one of the indo boats played too much, being the complacent beings that they were, they flipped.. see this is why people say don't act smart.and here we have a waterfall

sitting on a cliff's edge almost gave my mum a heart attack, so to placate her, I moved in abit

my mum was terrified. HAHAH

then, the best part, a seafood feast by the Jinbaran beach during sunset
while waiting for dinner, the guide took my brother on a motorcycle belonging to the restaurant peeps and rode out to the nearby convenience store to buy FIREWORKS. hahaha. we lit them up and it's SO MUCH FUN. screw sg for stupid rules and stupid flats.

DAY FOUR: Buggy ride, horse riding, volcano seeing and the spice garden

because it was so high up in the mountains, the weather was COLD and fabulous

we ate in the traditional way of eating, sitting down on a hut. It's so funky. we should adopt this style of eating man. you even get to swing your legs!

we arrived at the spice garden where they grow all sorts of things. this is how they roast their coffee beans and boil water for the guests to sample the drink there. the ginseng coffee was fantastic! and once again, I seem to like to be on edge. LOL

FINALLY, MY FAVOURITE PART: HORSERIDING.

in Bali, things are done differently, the person doesn't walk your horse around the stable for 15 mins. you RIDE your horse for 2 hours :D by the beach. it's soo romantic.

this is my horse, SANTI. she's old and half blind, which was why I didnt want her to run, we just trotted down (it's good enough for me) cos I felt pretty bad for making an old hungry lady run. I mean if it was me, I wouldn't even wanna move.

this was my caretaker. apparently they ride all the horses down the beach every day for exercise. so he's called BLACK MAN. haha. the guides are really fun people who love to take pictures for me and kenny and of them. that's the male horse my guide was riding. he got so impatient with santi he kept turning around to neigh at her. I could almost sense the anxiety to race down the beach. but santi just ignored him. :)

this is the black sand beach. the sand's black due to the huge ass volcano eruption in 1964. black sand is really pretty. my mum brought back 2 bags of it and wound up getting checked at sg customs for fear of gunpowder -.-

the people behind me, collect granite stones which are sold for rp 30,000 a bucket which will be then made in to the construction of tiles and stuff like that

oh yes, WEAR jeans when you go horse riding, I wound up with abrasions on both my inner thighs because of the friction between my legs and the saddle while trotting, I don't wanna imagine when it runs.

and,here are some animals we saw in our trip. oh yes, Bali has ALOT of dogs. HAHA

Day Five: a facial, hair treatment, and manicure to placate my exhausted body. however, my body was one bruise because it ached like hell

so that sums up Bali, and I have to say when you go there, you really love the people. They will look at you with curious eyes (the kids especially), wave and smile and ask you 'hello! what is your name!' or 'where are you from!'. it's very adorable :)