feeling: excited
music: andrea bocelli - cuando me enamoro
Novel. Check.
Travel journal. Check.
Clothes. Check check check.
Bikinis. Check.
Toiletries. Check.
Sun block. Check.
Sunnies. Check.
Passport. Check.
Money. Check.
Airline voucher. Check.
Medicine. Check.
Flip flops. Check.
Chargers. Check.
Camera. Check.
Phone. Check.
Ipod. Charging.
I'm a good two hours away from leaving my house, and about four hours from boarding my flight to Bali. I'd initially looked forward to getting away for a chance to clear the head. Emotional detox. But there is no longer a need for that now. I feel liberated.
My past week of impassiveness has built up to the current jittery me. I can barely wait! Do you know that our hotel has got a nightly live band? And Hard Rock Cafe looks near enough! And I hope we get to see a gorgeous sunset at Tanah Lot. Commercialized, how I don't care.
What should I wear on the plane... As versatile as they are, jeans seem impractical for an island holiday. And frankly, I don't really fancy wearing jeans. Sarong pants it shall be.
I've got a mil and one things to do when I get back. Corrinne May concert. Belly dancing workshop. Christmas visit back to Sentosa office. Cycling. Ikea. Cafe Del Mar. Dinner with Eil. Gang Chrismtas party. (hello, still on???) Painting my room. Belly piercing. And Yeehong has said that we should revive our Christmas movie tradition this year. (Do you see this Justin!)
Looks like I'll have plenty to keep me busy in my week of transit before I jet off for Bangkok on the 23rd. And plenty more to keep me busy when I return after. Excellent.
Thanks for the well wishes you guys. I suspect I may have gone on abit too much about my Bali trip. Heh. Am not one for saying goodbyes, so I'll see you all when I get back.
Off I go to the island of the gods. :)
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