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True Blue

I hardly updated my blog cos I feel nothing but sad, grieve, and devastated. I didn't want my blog contaminated with such feeling.

Off a good start, I had a fab time last holiday, I went to Bali with my family. My mom included to be exact. We had small talk. Well at least we talked. A bit. The fact that my mom is my biggest enemy is hitting me hard. how could this thing ever occurred to me? I'm the one who always with her, defended her, went on holiday with her, shared our stories. It's like she slapped my face many times. Literally.
And then again, at least we talked. I might forgive her.. As well as she forgive me, but I'm sure both of us won't forget what happened that day for many many years.

Anyway, Bali was sweeter when my boyfriend surprisedly came. On the 4th day.
I was so happy cos we could spend our holiday together. We explored Bali with his style, by motorcycle. It's fun yeah, I've never been go out in motorcycle in Bali, like ever. So as usual, he brought up something new, new experience, new places, and new feeling.. That's so hard to explain. We're a good traveling buddy for each other I guess. While he loved to go to strange, remote places, I loved go to crowded, happening places. We completed each other, didn't we? Lol. Thank god he's OK during holiday. I mean, his attitude at work is such a pain in the ass.

I must admit that I drank too much during my trip. But what else could you do when holiday to the beach beside sun tanning and drinking and have a good time? Bali has a cool party scene. I was so happy that my boyfriend asked me to go to the club. He never does that in our hometown, the last time we went? Ended up in disaster. Oh you wouldn't want to hear the story. Trust me, it's embarrassing.

Dieter doubled the fun, but unfortunately no shopping allowed. There are tons of interesting shops in Bali that I was meant to visit, but he didn't allow me to spend a penny.

However, I feel contented after having Bali in between my grieve, problems, and sadness. what a colorful year, although most of the time I was feeling blue. I guess y'all tired of my rant, so do I.
We have like 3 months to go to 2012. I hope I can make the best of it and be a better person each day.. Time flies so fast..


Sorry no pics! I don't know how to upload photos from iPad.
So I installed this wifi router in my office, it worked perfectly on iPad but not with the laptop. I've been waiting someone to fix this problem but he hasn't come yet. Urgh.

Ciao! Until next time :) take care! x

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