Absolutely
nothing happened except for watching the TV. Both of us
were too tired and slept early. Woke up next morning and
tried swimming in the personal pool. Our PERSONAL pool (at
least for a weekend)!!! The monsoon winds made it too cold
though. Also drove the personal club car (felt like Forrest
Gump). I never felt so high-end.
Soon,
it was home sweet home for me while Bb stayed another day
to meet her parents. As I took the jetty back home, I realised
that this trip left me HIGH AND DRY. A heavier
dose of Indonesia is needed.
Relax
relax - it was her turn to go swimming with Cow.
Bb (my ex) in
deep thoughts with Cow. The sun made it looks so comfy.
What's
that can of Bir Bintang doing by the side of the pool?!
I smell a rat. *grins*
Damn,
I hate it when there are no more beer! *Diary of a frustrated
man*
Bb (my ex) and
Pp - Second floor of the chalet. Some last minute photos
taken.
Pp on
a club car. I am Forrest Gump. FYI, you need a class 3 license
to drive this. I don't. Who cares?!
Me at
lobby's balcony overlooking the palm trees and the sea.
It feels like an oasis with a sweet plastic bubblegummy
taste (a.k.a a beach resort).
Here comes
Bb (my ex) and the sun. Nice view. Notice that the swimming pool
was empty. Not because we were early, but there's simply
no tourists after the Tsunami.
Reading
Straits Times instead of Jakarta Post in a neo-sillypore
colony.
Bb (my ex) and
cousin. The pose was kinda cute. Dont ask me why.
