Its been two weeks since I got back from my 5 day trip to Bali. It's crazy how fast time flies without us being conscious of it. I can still remember the 6th grade version of me, with the hideous haircut and braces scrolling through my facebook home feed looking through pictures of 10th graders of that moment having their stay at Bali and getting jealous. Fast forward and I was counting down the weeks to that trip as a 10th grader myself, then I'm busy packing the day before and just like that, its all over.
The whole trip consisted of long bus trips, sunnies, swimming in our hotel's tiny pool, pretty sunsets, making fun of the tour guide (not in a mean way), water slides, hunting for cute surfer guys, the ocean and a hell lot of sunscreen. Even though I came back probably 3 shades darker than I naturally am, I'd kill to go back and clear my mind away from this hell in disguise we call 'school'. Being thrusted with piles of test papers, extended late hours of more studying, waking up at deadly hours feeling half dead, and constantly being reminded of our upcoming exams followed by a sarcastic 'but its your problem if you get a low mark and don't want a future' remark. Really, we should be given a week break to let reality slowly sink in rather than this dramatic transition from the blissful trip.
This is a picture diary of the whole trip in pictures and there are ALOT of them, mind you. I don't know why I'm posting so much of them cause who actually enjoys looking at pictures of someone having fun? But since this blog is basically a ghost town, here you go:
It just hit me that this is probably the last trip I'll ever have with this bunch of people and I've been with some of them tracing all the way back to Kindegarten-1.
Look at us, having leis around our neck like a balinese, getting all prepped for the days to come
If you thought this blown-up boat offered us a relaxing stroll along the ocean then you're wrong because me and Oriana literally almost died several times. Let go of the flimsy plastic handle for one second and you'll be flying off into the waters while the boat speeds off leaving you behind. This ride will you make you looking like you just survived a tornado when all you did was sit and scream.
Dramatic recounts of the traumatising ride and thanking God on the fact that we're still alive.
Paid 50k for a terrible tattoo that I didn't even like
Of course I'd be looking at my phone at times like this
Probably the worst place we went, some conservation area entirely for mangroves. We spent about an hour in a depressing room trying to stay awake listening to the man blabber on about these plants that apparently grow on coastlines, but he's a really nice guy fortunately
Looks better than it taste. There were still bits of hair stuck in the chicken which really affected my appetite to be honest
These birds have the prettiest colours in them.
Day 4 ( I don't think Git-Git Waterfall happened on the 4th day but I can't remember exactly what happened on which days so I'm basing it on the different outfits I'm wearing. Anyway, that doesn't really matter)
Just had to include this picture of Mr Rommil doing the typical 'arms outstretched pretending to push walls' tourist pose
Me focused on my phone (again)
"Guys ,everyone pretend to look at the water, it makes a cool photo."
Me and Winny's attempt to be all tumblr-ish
This was a pretty dramatic day for me because it was 4 hours straight of extreme water slides. I have a strong fear for heights and a mild one for water slides so I have to give myself credit for actually facing them. Let's just say the end of the day, I was left with a very sore throat
Cynthiani braided my hair+ Bryan getting his hair done next
It was also Lin's birthday that day
Airports and long plane rides
Leaving the calming ocean breeze and striking orange sunset for more mental torture that awaits us at home.