tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598622168305977832024-02-07T13:14:14.961+08:00The Lulu in meMindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.comBlogger329125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159862216830597783.post-40392020135697620552014-08-14T23:39:00.001+08:002014-08-14T23:39:27.400+08:00PeekabooOut of boredom, I checked whether anyone was still reading this blog which I abandoned yet again for months. <div><br></div><div>And holy crap..... I think there are people reading it. So maybe this useless crap is interesting to at least one person out there. <div><br></div><div>Anyway, I used to be much more interesting when I was blogging during my naive 20's. Now I'm just like a hermit crab facing bipolar issues.... <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Peekaboo, now you see me, now you don't.</span></div><div><br></div><div>From my last blog post months ago, I was traveling to Austin. Come back and had a layover in London. It was the 3rd shift in time zone in that short trip and I was disastrously jet lagged. But visiting Westminster Abbey was worth it. It was the 3rd place I visited that gave me goosebumps. Beautiful!</div><div><br></div><div>By the time I reached home, I slept 16 hours straight. Business trips like these can shorten your life. But I absolutely enjoyed. And it was all paid for :) </div><div><br></div><div>Fast forward a few months to today, and I'm now back to the gray company. Yup, it was like running back to an ex boyfriend whom you love and hate.</div><div><br></div><div>Main reason I left was there were too many night calls and I hated bringing work back home. The home and "me time" is sacred to us introverts and I decided that it wasn't worth sacrificing it. </div><div><br></div><div>Though I do miss working with the Hungarians and Austin. They are just such nice human beings. </div><div><br></div><div>So one step forward and one step backwards... Anyhow I'm more interested in other plans now. </div></div>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159862216830597783.post-71626632539657938662014-03-22T02:59:00.000+08:002014-03-22T02:59:01.885+08:00Boys and their toysThe hubby and I have always been side by side since 14 years ago. And now and then, I have to go off for a business trip and leave him home alone. <br />
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This time is a fishing rod. A very excited hubby was showing it to me over the webcam.<br />
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<li>Hungarians are so friendly. I said in my previous post and I'll say it again</li>
<li>Hungarians have 3 years paid maternity leave!! Can you imagine? And if they get twins, they get 6 years. And if they have another kid, they will continue to get another 3 years. So basically, they may never come back to work.</li>
<li>Hungarians shake hands with everyone and will say hello to anyone that passes. If not, it's considered rude. So when one of my Hungarian colleague came to Penang, he kept shaking hands with everybody in the meeting. </li>
<li>Hungarians are structured people. So I can imagine the challenges when working with the very unstructured free form Americans.</li>
<li>It's seriously so hard to pronounce and remember Hungarian names. Like how would your pronounce Szabolcs? And all of them have the same names, making it even more confusing. @.@</li>
<li>When I went to the warehouse, I saw a package from Altera. Suddenly made me miss Altera...</li>
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<li>Gathered all my courage to walk over to the Red Light District. Got shocked at what I saw, chickened out and ran off</li>
<li>Towards the end of the day, my body was shutting down from the exhaustion and was too tired to think what to eat... so, I ate at the universal and reliable restaurant: McDonald's.</li>
<li>Budapest is like a fairy tale. So fairy tales did exists a long time ago</li>
<li>For some reason, I didn't go through any immigration when entering Hungary. I was feeling so paranoid about it until I checked and found others had the same experience</li>
<li>Hungarians are so nice, friendly, and gentle. They open doors for me. No one open doors for me at home </li>
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<li>My nose is bleeding here since is so dry here. And Americans who are in Hungary are complaining that it's humid in Hungary. How dry is Austin then? I'm so going to dry out like a salted fish when I'm there.</li>
<li>I still find it magical when cars stop for me when I'm on the zebra crossing</li>
<li>The food in Hungary is so salty. I will not be eating bacon for a long time.</li>
<li>I'm jet lag but I'm not even going to bother adjust because I'll be flying to a different time zone in a few days time so it's a hopeless cause</li>
<li>The hotel room does not have a kettle. They provide everything else that you wouldn't even think of, from allergic free rooms to personal trainers. But no kettle! So much for all the milo and instant noodles I brought with me</li>
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<li>The toilets in Europe are so clean. And people queue up here. So different compared to the Forbidden City in Beijing where you literally have to push your way to get a glimpse of the royal throne.</li>
<li>European tourist seem friendlier than Asian tourist. I was taking a selfie (because travelling alone means you have to pathetically take your own photos), and somebody saw and offered to take a photo for me. So now when I see other people take selfies, I offer to take a photo for them</li>
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Mindy - Iron Man because I'm always yelling at the hubby<br />
Hubby - Captain America, always happy to annoy me equipped with the shield to protect himself when I burst<br />
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So this is the hubby's collection so far. And after annoying me enough, I've reached out to the facebook universe to seek for help to exchange those extra ones we have for ones we don't have.<br />
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My first project documentation! Written when I was 12 years old. :)</div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">8.40pm - arrived at the airport, flight was 1.05am. Air Asia airport will close online baggage top up 4 hours before the flight which meant we had only 25 minutes to figure out how much we had to top up</span><br>
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">8.45pm - Transformed into a mad woman running around the airport in panic finding a weighing machine to weigh the foo dogs. Hijacked an empty check in counter to weigh the luggage, unloaded EVERYTHING onto the floor to even out the weight of each luggage to be within the max of 32kg.</span><br>
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">8.55pm - Practically screamed at the lady behind the counter to get the wifi password required to go online. </span><br>
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">9.00pm - Panicking to death. Sat on the floor, emptied all the contents of my wallet onto the floor. Couldn't find my credit card. Panic... Panic... PANIC</span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">... then realized I my credit card was with my phone.</span><br>
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">9.03pm - Frantically keyed in all the details online knowing that if I made one mistake, I would not make it in time. Managed to successfully top up the baggage allowance.</span><br>
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">9.05pm - Suddenly very conscious that we were the only country bumpkins who were sitting on the floor with our belongings scattered on the floor.</span><br>
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When we reached Penang, we couldn't move. Muscles were punishing us after the Foo Dog incident. A few days later, the hubby could no longer move his neck. He had no choice but to go to the doctor and get an injection on his bum.</div><div><br>
The hubby swore never to buy anything so heavy again. And now whenever I see the Foo Dogs who are happily guarding our door, I (who was so willing to throw them away along the way) will remember...<br>
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Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159862216830597783.post-46629757016108605592013-11-24T13:45:00.000+08:002013-11-24T13:45:00.427+08:00A testWant to test how well your other half knows you? Try this...<br />
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Say you have something to want to buy, like a handbag. After shopping the whole day and finding the one you really like, ask your other half to go into a the store guess which one you chose.<br />
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I asked the hubby to go into Charles and Keith to find the handbag that I picked. And so entertaining it was to see him as the only man in a crowd of women going around the store and carefully evaluating every handbag he saw.<br />
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Needless to say, he found the bag I wanted to buy. After 13 years, he better know! :)<br />
<br />Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159862216830597783.post-63905720974707960172013-11-23T00:24:00.001+08:002013-11-23T00:24:42.768+08:00Let's see.....<br />
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3 weeks of culture shock.<br />
3 weeks of "oh shit, why the hell did I decide to move?"<br />
3 weeks of waking up before then sun rises.<br />
3 weeks of dreaming of the previous company and missing the people.<br />
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And let's not forget,<br />
1 close meltdown, completely freaking out about the magnitude of new things to learn.<br />
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You know that situation where after you completely freak out and go into a weird trance with a million thoughts going through your head? Then suddenly.... A moment of clarity (I think because the brains goes numb after so much panic) and you realize it's just about organizing the chaos and making a plan.<br />
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Then moving forward, it's about gaining small wins everyday.<br />
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Today's small wins...<br />
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...I slept until the alarm rang<br />
...I think I managed to earn a tiny bit of trust from a team member<br />
...I realized that I no longer feel like I belong to my previous company<br />
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Good enough progress for one day :)Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159862216830597783.post-22916909922925376602013-11-20T12:49:00.000+08:002013-11-20T12:49:59.056+08:00I miss youI miss my previous grey company.<br />
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I miss the milo making machine that greeted me during those mornings of desperate need for a quick breakfast before rushing off to start the usual meeting marathons.<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Now milo making here is manual)</i></span><br />
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I miss the nice big cube which was my second home<br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Cube is smaller with medium height walls, but the good thing is you don't feel so isolated from everybody else drowning in sea of grey cubicles)</span></i><br />
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I miss being a Miss Know-It-All<br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(I'm Miss-Know-Nothing-At-All now)</span></i><br />
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I miss being an annual leave hoarder<br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(But I think that's better because the only time I take a break is when the company forces me to do so which means I'll be taking more breaks now)</span></i><br />
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I miss working on the software<br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Do you know how freaking complicated Manufacturing can be?)</span></i><br />
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And most of all, I miss the people, knowing everybody and having everybody know me.<br />
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But..... I don't regret leaving. Because it was just time to move on.<br />
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<br />Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159862216830597783.post-27782156645485680652013-11-18T21:49:00.000+08:002013-11-18T21:49:10.802+08:00Back againSomeone sent me a story he wrote and a beautiful story it was. Suddenly made me miss writing so I dug out this old blog of mine and I'm determined to revive it.<br />
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Just turned 31. Hate birthdays now. Which is a good thing for the hubby since he no longer has to do his annual last minute oh-shit-I-forgot-to-buy-Mindy-a-birthday-card panic shopping (truthfully I stopped asking for a birthday card after going through a few oh-shit-I-forgot-to-buy-the-hubby-a-birthday-card which often results in an ugly card from Tesco).<br />
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I remember that I once said that if I could choose to be an age forever, I would choose being 26. I think I like 30 more now? That's when you are at the peak of your career, have some extra money to enjoy, still young but old enough to be respected. I shall miss being 30 ( despite the fact that I spent the whole year fighting battles)<br />
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I reread all the post in this blog. It started as a I'm-so-happy-and-in-love blog in my mid twenties which then turned depressing as I hit the realities of life towards my late 20's. Then it went dead and got resuscitated now and then. I guessed that when I reached my 30's, I made a conscious choice to try to fix the problems that I control, and accept the ones and can't.<br />
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So here's to you, 30's. I hope you don't give me as much crap as your predecessor. But if you do, I guess I just to to kick you in the butt, one lesson at the time.<br />
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And note self, remember to stay HUMBLE and KIND and never think you are better than anyone else because once you do, you'll stop learning and miss out on the free lessons that life has to offer.Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159862216830597783.post-78804388030726612192013-04-17T05:56:00.000+08:002013-11-17T15:49:41.407+08:00I shall blog again!Damn, I have not blogged for ages. <br/><br/>Sudden inspiration to start again was caused by this sudden addiction to a recent Korean drama. Was so freakishly obsessed with it that I was reading blogs for episode reviews and suddenly was inspired by the witty writings of the blogger. I shall not reveal what drama is in since I'm quite certain that when I look back, I'd be embarrassed of what I was obsessed with ( I took me 7 tries before I managed to spell "embarrassed" correctly, eshhh)<br/><br/>I miss blogging. I miss being expressive instead of hiding within a shell. Sigh, life can be a drag and pull you down so low that you think the hole you dug for yourself has now become the most perfect dark but comfy place ever. But, I think I'm over the boo-hoo now (at least I think so)... at least until the next boo-hoo comes along. Then I shall move back to da hole. <br/><br/>I have a feeling that this is a one time spark to inspiration to blog again. Oh well, let's see. <br/><br/>I'm so sleepy. From being obsessed with candy crush, to a sudden obsession with Korean drama, poor me has been spending late nights catering to these obsessions and feeling like a hung over piece of crap the next day at work. <br/><br/>Okay, that's all the random junk from my sleep deprived head for now.Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159862216830597783.post-34366252812360387012012-12-15T09:04:00.000+08:002013-11-17T15:49:41.403+08:00Why why why why whyAt work, I often have to deal with customer issues. And it's interesting to see how customers from different customers react to issues differently. For European and North American countries, they just want the problem fixed as soon as possible. For The Chinese, they will squeeze you for a better deal next time. <br/><br/>And for the Japanese... If you have to handle a critical issue from them, good luck to you. They are very particular about quality and if they find an issue, they will make you to apply the "5 whys" in order to find why the issue happened. Because if you ask yourself why to every answer given, you'll be able to find the real root cause of the problem in order to fix it.<br/><br/>My sister got fascinated by that theory. So I gave her an example. <br/><br/>Me: Why did your car break down?<br/>Sister: Because the tires got punctured. <br/>Me: Why did the tires puncture?<br/>Sister: Because I didn't pump air into my tires. <br/>Me: Why didn't you pump air into your tires?<br/>Sister: Because I was lazy. <br/>Me: So root cause of your car breaking down is because you are lazy. <br/><br/>My sister played it back with me. <br/><br/>Sister: Why did you marry YH?<br/>Hubby: oh, I want to hear this. <br/>Me: Because I've been with him for so many years. <br/>Sister: Why have you been with him for so many years? How can you stand him?<br/>Me: Because he makes me laugh. <br/>Sister: Why does he make you laugh?<br/>Me: Because... Because.... He's like a monkey. <br/>Sister: Why is he like a monkey?<br/><em>Before I could reply, she burst out in hysterical laughter</em> <br/>Sister: Because he is a result to Darwin's evolution. So you married YH because he's a Darwin evolution from a monkey. <br/><br/>I guess it does make sense... I think. :)Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159862216830597783.post-5163450504788190852012-06-09T07:29:00.000+08:002013-11-17T15:49:41.399+08:00The Shoe StoryEvery now and then the hubby calls me just before I leave for work. "Eh, are you still at home? I forgot to bring my badge, can you bring it over to me?" Or it's his watch, or it's something else he forgot to bring to work. Once I had to cancel my morning meeting because he went to work having to give a presentation during a meeting and he forgot to bring his laptop. And it's me to the rescue again, despite the fact that I have my own meetings that I have to rush to.<br/><br/>Two weeks ago, he called me the in the morning again, just before I was about to leave for work.<br/><br/>Hubby: Eh Mindy ah, are you still at home?<br/><br/>Me: Ya, what did you forgot to bring this time?<br/><br/>Hubby: Can you go to the shoe rack? And bring me my leather shoe.<br/><br/>Me: Huh? You want me to bring you your shoes? What's wrong with the one you're wearing?<br/><br/>Hubby: I wore the brown one and the black one<br/><br/>Me:<strong> *<em>confused</em>*</strong>, Huh? What do you mean?<br/><br/><em>I walked over to the shoe rack, saw one side of the brown Croc shoe and one side of the block leather shoe.</em><br/><br/>Me: You..... hahahahaha... wore.... hahahahha.... one side..... hahahahah..... of each shoe..... hahahahaha..... to work??????<br/><br/>Hubby: Ya.... quickly come over and bring me my shoe. Or not I don't dare to leave my cubicle.<br/><br/>Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA<br/><br/>Hubby: Quickly come ah okay,I'm in a meeting now. Bye.<br/><br/>Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA<br/><br/>I had to cancel my morning meeting again to deliver one side of my husband's shoes to him. But this time it was worth it. I was practically crying from laughing too much the whole journey to work.<br/><br/>And just when I finally managed to calm myself from laughing, I saw the hubby running out of his office, wearing his brown croc shoe and black leather shoe. Hysterical laughter started again.<br/><br/>I love my hubby. After all the years, he is still so entertaining.<br/><br/>:)Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159862216830597783.post-18209937749512140822012-03-26T18:45:00.000+08:002013-11-17T15:49:41.393+08:00I'm no fake okayThe hubby recently told me that there's a stall near his mum's stall that sells fake branded handbags. He asked me whether I wanted one. I told him that I rather carry a cheaper Vinci or Charles and Keith bag rather than carry a fake branded bag. I'm not brand conscious. As long as it looks nice and it's not a fake, I'll be happy with it. And I always only have one handbag which I use until it's torn and tattered before buying a new one.<br/><br/>I went into the Coach shop in Gurney for the first time, curious to how much a bag would cost, so that I had something to compare to when I go to the Coach shops in U.S. next month. I'm already getting orders from others to bring back Coach bags and I just can't understand why women are so in love with Coach. I looked at the prices, almost RM2K for a bag, ridiculous!! The small bags cost RM725, my sister bought me one in U.S. last year for around RM100.<br/><br/>Anyway, yesterday morning the hubby pissed me off in the morning and then he left to help his mum at the stall. I went back to sleep and woke up to a over-excited jetlagged sister barging into my room who just came back from at a 36 hour journey from Chicago. She bought me this nice denim Cotton On shorts for guess how much..... USD2~~~~ <strong>* squealing and jumping in excitement over the bargain*</strong><br/><br/>While I was sitting in her room watching her unpack all the goodies she brought back from U.S., the hubby came home. Soon after, the excitement died down and I was on the sofa watching T.V. The hubby suddenly passed me a plastic bag with a bag inside and said, "Nah I bought this for you".<br/><br/>I opened it and there was a Coach bag inside and I was like, "Huh???". The hubby never buys me anything, and suddenly he buys me this fake Coach bag from the stall next to his mum's? He asked whether I liked it, said he bought it for RM55 after bargaining from RM80 and asked whether it was worth it. At that very moment, many thoughts were running in my head.<br/><br/><em> "Crap, he bought me a fake bag"<br/>"How can he buy me a fake bag after I told him I don't like to carry fake goods? Why doesn't he listen to me?"<br/>"It's probably because he felt guilty for making angry this morning"<br/>"Awww... he looks so proud of himself for buying a handbag for me"<br/>"Nevermind, smile and pretend you like it. Then chuck into the cupboard once he forgets about it"</em><br/><br/>Through my fake smile I said, "Yesss.... very worth it". Pretended to pose in front of the mirror with the bag to make him feel proud that despite being a male, he still has the ability to pick a bag which his wife would like.<br/><br/>Then I started getting fascinated with how much effort the manufacturer put in to make the bag real. "Wah, they actually bother to put in a manual on how to look after the bag" and then I left the manual on the sofa. "Not bad ah, they actually can fake the leather smell so well".<br/><br/>I went into my room to take out the small Coach bag my sister bought me last year which I never used and started comparing the two bags. The style of the stitching was identical, and I was impressed. But then I looked into the bag and saw loose threads and was thinking, "Ha, they make the outside look so real, but inside it doesn't look so real".<br/><br/>After a while I suddenly notice the hubby and sister looking like that were going to burst from laughter. The hubby asked me, "What if I told you the bag was real?". I said, "If the bag is real, I'll kick your <strong>*toot*</strong> for spending so much money." I saw both of them crack up in laughter and I suddenly got confused.<br/><br/>I challenged him back, "If the bag is real, it will come with a Coach paper bag. You gave it to me in some market plastic bag." The hubby went into my sister's room and came out with a Coach plastic bag. I, thinking that Coach plastic bag was from my sister's previous U.S. trip last year, was still convinced that he was lying. I turned to my sister and saw that, she had a strange look on her face.<br/><br/>I suddenly put two and two together. The hubby asked my sister to buy a Coach bag from U.S. for me and they had planned this over the last few weeks when my sister was still in U.S.<br/><br/>Suddenly there was light shinning on the bag in my hands and it started <em>sparkling in beauty</em>. And I went to the mirror and started posing with the bag for real. I quickly went back to the sofa where I left the manual and put it back into my bag. Eh... the manual is also authentic Coach okay, no longer just a normal piece of card.<br/><br/>The hubby and sister spent the next half an hour laughing over the stupid comments I made. When I said, "they can fake the leather smell so well", my sister had to rush to the balcony so that I couldn't see her laughing.<br/><br/>The hubby said it was so funny that it was worth the money he spent on the bag. He said, it proved his theory that woman, including his wife who just a while ago boosted that she is not brand conscious, still in fact go for branded stuff.<br/><br/>It's okay, I'll let them make fun of me. I just had a stupid grin the whole day because my hubby bought a <strong>real</strong> Coach bag for me.<br/><br/>:)Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159862216830597783.post-75868501790185518702012-01-15T22:39:00.000+08:002012-01-19T00:01:19.789+08:00Good food, gorgeous view<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/117290361578819502837/OneStepAtTheTime?authkey=Gv1sRgCLbthtKNnanB2gE#5697868520283057714'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV17KZrAQc_aLh1ccA1kdbUyhE7Uk65nMypFDOZfP-WLbGzOF-SgXsWMl3nZJPNcGvefeQ13w1cAxPkcAC3Xt2Cnj_bge7nlzSrRrAIEHEswDZbn0DCFR1d6rOImM96CkOFXDV-plYO3mh/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159862216830597783.post-73246843761841755772012-01-14T23:48:00.000+08:002012-01-26T15:39:21.906+08:00The weekend<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">
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<br /></div>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159862216830597783.post-12965037667208235162011-11-23T20:19:00.000+08:002012-01-19T00:01:19.193+08:00Siri ArgumentThis is funny. If you don't know what Siri is, I sigh and shake my head at you.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/video/6648229/siri-argument">http://www.collegehumor.com/video/6648229/siri-argument</a><br /><br />Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159862216830597783.post-4728880791061100532011-09-18T21:18:00.000+08:002012-01-19T00:01:19.542+08:00UnchangedThe most tiring weekend ever. Travelled to Kuantan for a wedding while having a fever and gastric. Ended attending the church wedding but skipped the dinner because fever wouldn't go down. Then the next of the whole was spent traveling back. <br /><br />However it was worth it for the sake of childhood friendship. It's strange how life can change so much, we get married, have children, focus on our careers, go through the ups and downs of life and get just so busy, yet some things remain the same as if time has left it untouched. <br /><br />I stayed over at my friend's house and it was me and her on the bed talking and talking through the night. Her baby was sleeping by her side. <br /><br />Yet when I closed my sleep deprived eyes while talking the night away, we both were 14 years old again on one of the sleepover parties we had. <br /><br />Hopefully we will still have moments like these when we are grannies. :)<br /><br /><br /><br />Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159862216830597783.post-31601339938276678402011-09-04T18:16:00.000+08:002012-02-22T13:14:23.023+08:00Bali - Kajane Mua VillasBali is about street market shopping, beaches, spas and beautiful villas. Staying in a nice villa is part of the holiday itself so I booked Kajane Mua Villas after reading lots of good reviews on Trip Advisor.<br /><br />The moment you step into this villa, you'll be treated like royalty. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdvCrtAiUg9wJWMgkKVz5Yy1VL1kHfimlFbYL_UuP5hTQFX3HSbVNG70eLkkf87_F6BlnQmJ7s-bSc7xsMFUmZV8th2CFfl3aY4lWtrcf-k65nSz9aVrv8b5ZwIPOoQTS8kGdKY5KQo7Dr/s1600/IMG_6669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdvCrtAiUg9wJWMgkKVz5Yy1VL1kHfimlFbYL_UuP5hTQFX3HSbVNG70eLkkf87_F6BlnQmJ7s-bSc7xsMFUmZV8th2CFfl3aY4lWtrcf-k65nSz9aVrv8b5ZwIPOoQTS8kGdKY5KQo7Dr/s1600/IMG_6669.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the view from the Lobby. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkyNVdj37jfSC6q17VihOEqbzN4in0PhDfZ5Ravrm0ZR2oQp8CIy29Is0Ky61mF8Jn_V9awTX04cl9FH9iMOYFAmUOiqbqXhaY6KAhcPlaDPZyxNjThyphenhyphenb-vhcJiESTBp7E0VrkFN012Nbt/s1600/IMG_6841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkyNVdj37jfSC6q17VihOEqbzN4in0PhDfZ5Ravrm0ZR2oQp8CIy29Is0Ky61mF8Jn_V9awTX04cl9FH9iMOYFAmUOiqbqXhaY6KAhcPlaDPZyxNjThyphenhyphenb-vhcJiESTBp7E0VrkFN012Nbt/s1600/IMG_6841.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We booked Beji Giri and paid USD285 (RM870) for one night. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsN8mOc4VG3NMrlEdd3OMs0g2LkjQ8XqRdxygsa7eOTrjjYDmRKipWPHJ8I4RmE57dmi4by6ZX84rFWBQjmB_L1-grVjxRLtraZYnNjtXroHPtWAgin5lgBRNqsb8fhNo5dvdacH2U8y1a/s1600/IMG_6680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsN8mOc4VG3NMrlEdd3OMs0g2LkjQ8XqRdxygsa7eOTrjjYDmRKipWPHJ8I4RmE57dmi4by6ZX84rFWBQjmB_L1-grVjxRLtraZYnNjtXroHPtWAgin5lgBRNqsb8fhNo5dvdacH2U8y1a/s1600/IMG_6680.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Once you enter the villa, you'll be greeted by this beautiful sight. I had this sudden urge to hide in Bali forever. The hubby who was complaining that I booked such an expensive villa when we could go shopping with the money, shut his mouth after he got dazed by the beauty.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKNyKQtTZ4sh_xpUObaP81jtcX6H74l60CE6DOzqkJAzhKyS3h6oGje3Do3CKxtJpU4xkmlrdcK48ByknjU3OgIGJ9ATBuA9ceeQEdMxuuHLZ8PFEN39Bhs1pxRvrLx8jNnUOMh5KUKFNW/s1600/IMG_6681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKNyKQtTZ4sh_xpUObaP81jtcX6H74l60CE6DOzqkJAzhKyS3h6oGje3Do3CKxtJpU4xkmlrdcK48ByknjU3OgIGJ9ATBuA9ceeQEdMxuuHLZ8PFEN39Bhs1pxRvrLx8jNnUOMh5KUKFNW/s1600/IMG_6681.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There are two sun beds for you to relax by the pool</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75YB-7_TaOHCmlkff5XbeQkP5vZkFit5UletMSC7wx6b6e2TWxMILlp3wR99u9_UOSrvpmnFuTCLcGg4Xh2X9ECLNB4ZgfvXsU42LofOiTVDFTSqUU0FJ6RkIO7BD12zdQBCAug9t5SWG/s1600/IMG_6683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75YB-7_TaOHCmlkff5XbeQkP5vZkFit5UletMSC7wx6b6e2TWxMILlp3wR99u9_UOSrvpmnFuTCLcGg4Xh2X9ECLNB4ZgfvXsU42LofOiTVDFTSqUU0FJ6RkIO7BD12zdQBCAug9t5SWG/s1600/IMG_6683.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And an outdoor shower for a quick shower before entering the pool</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeZgt37pS4hWE8ZYjvqVQX2T8CEidpdDwgwBDWfBQd63nI44f5AfPIRn6A0IixshyaXQuMX09Z-_6-LOzUFvAQZ5sJ8mlJvFoWHn33jNpxrCDWKJFW-HnirYwHx2pC3C1_37NodmrxJGjT/s1600/IMG_6679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeZgt37pS4hWE8ZYjvqVQX2T8CEidpdDwgwBDWfBQd63nI44f5AfPIRn6A0IixshyaXQuMX09Z-_6-LOzUFvAQZ5sJ8mlJvFoWHn33jNpxrCDWKJFW-HnirYwHx2pC3C1_37NodmrxJGjT/s1600/IMG_6679.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> And on the deck, there's a table and chairs where your breakfast will be served to you the next morning</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGMnSShqLi0s_SYmWgve7OqhzwSVIC_IMr-UarqkBMcgfnuj9MQEdeWk8C6gTE2HSe2SXFOVZxO9lBSDv7MhY6cz4-eifn8Ssy2qos2RjriUFdg86FCb3q1vzwYH1TJSX1rCkhJuf5Focd/s1600/IMG_6678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGMnSShqLi0s_SYmWgve7OqhzwSVIC_IMr-UarqkBMcgfnuj9MQEdeWk8C6gTE2HSe2SXFOVZxO9lBSDv7MhY6cz4-eifn8Ssy2qos2RjriUFdg86FCb3q1vzwYH1TJSX1rCkhJuf5Focd/s1600/IMG_6678.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The bed was most comfortable. I loved it for oh so many reasons. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Come on, even if you're 80 years old, you'll get turned on by this bed,</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNbl3OgO7C-8qR4Pr8cyZZZrhIzciTyRR2bf140XzUm13FExlcwXa5JxNYBR4IhR47EAuEP6Hb9fnLm9ZHn4v7nFh1V9ReP3b_SVfYvjXa8zJZeOwzFD_pW6TGpf5-Y3WOxigN6kR9eI93/s1600/IMG_6677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNbl3OgO7C-8qR4Pr8cyZZZrhIzciTyRR2bf140XzUm13FExlcwXa5JxNYBR4IhR47EAuEP6Hb9fnLm9ZHn4v7nFh1V9ReP3b_SVfYvjXa8zJZeOwzFD_pW6TGpf5-Y3WOxigN6kR9eI93/s1600/IMG_6677.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> There a LCD TV (which the hubby was happy to see) and a DVD player.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkFvbY-FigEGb9YmV-0nlPGQdxPVvwxTzFaX8TP96ubXq0ASpS0Syddz30vd5WfxgxY9DCuPs2HpK3f1N23rWKadAx45zv3ps0Ymx7kkrhUprnmpERs0WOBEV1HZ0N3RcBvL53vKMa10g_/s1600/IMG_6690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkFvbY-FigEGb9YmV-0nlPGQdxPVvwxTzFaX8TP96ubXq0ASpS0Syddz30vd5WfxgxY9DCuPs2HpK3f1N23rWKadAx45zv3ps0Ymx7kkrhUprnmpERs0WOBEV1HZ0N3RcBvL53vKMa10g_/s1600/IMG_6690.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfO_0kTFDfFLX_yhltMRykGH6zSmBPcmO3j_GJ2R6gi-kVXOSRyzaOz8pKyjwJH_ekP_gY1UpFKjSjcPm6CRLAnFELmn6eS3yGI86WlP8Qtr14wNgdOlALeG4erZyJGCf4OJvgznkHYN9l/s1600/IMG_6699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfO_0kTFDfFLX_yhltMRykGH6zSmBPcmO3j_GJ2R6gi-kVXOSRyzaOz8pKyjwJH_ekP_gY1UpFKjSjcPm6CRLAnFELmn6eS3yGI86WlP8Qtr14wNgdOlALeG4erZyJGCf4OJvgznkHYN9l/s1600/IMG_6699.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMQIVTx-MroJWke7q5tNxWfkb5KkG4ZHTbG-aLxhX8aaWCfjWeuuHpP450NbtipFm6Utf6NXFuloSkvV9iny7d0ifIahJRyHQ59RYKDv7bTFTIkGgzKpvWlr1PP-nYRck2wJtP6rEgoke/s1600/IMG_6670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMQIVTx-MroJWke7q5tNxWfkb5KkG4ZHTbG-aLxhX8aaWCfjWeuuHpP450NbtipFm6Utf6NXFuloSkvV9iny7d0ifIahJRyHQ59RYKDv7bTFTIkGgzKpvWlr1PP-nYRck2wJtP6rEgoke/s320/IMG_6670.JPG" width="226" xaa="true" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPrUYmQWdAEFZUVkIq0E0aNsUjPQ64MTR9bG5OIJtI0KV3L-ijhhxxLW5AvPoUtIfVu4QGO-4aSUb7yRsxH9UxlyUqcxmUaR1_ol8s56DETeNN2yermkof39n4MYtvk9mTCIczp-cKm5LR/s1600/IMG_6672.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPrUYmQWdAEFZUVkIq0E0aNsUjPQ64MTR9bG5OIJtI0KV3L-ijhhxxLW5AvPoUtIfVu4QGO-4aSUb7yRsxH9UxlyUqcxmUaR1_ol8s56DETeNN2yermkof39n4MYtvk9mTCIczp-cKm5LR/s320/IMG_6672.JPG" width="226" xaa="true" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhefYRhSITPZakmYRUjIlKR7T553VWKiApmlTOmQ0qyd632ZTg_qvN6xBjpO39uRnfIDEdJc6VlnPnpawFXa3W30QjUz1vo4XXq3nOTpozCEUgYNyAnMsVY0rZpi-iGOQtIb0u_e7NjxCl_/s1600/IMG_6671.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhefYRhSITPZakmYRUjIlKR7T553VWKiApmlTOmQ0qyd632ZTg_qvN6xBjpO39uRnfIDEdJc6VlnPnpawFXa3W30QjUz1vo4XXq3nOTpozCEUgYNyAnMsVY0rZpi-iGOQtIb0u_e7NjxCl_/s1600/IMG_6671.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the beautiful outdoor bathtub. Opposite the bathtub, there's a beautiful landscape of plants and flowers. I forgot to take a photo of that because I was too excited taking photos of other things in the villa :(</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKQJszJXs4GHUtdl1kMLCnRq3pjH-B8R2mL7lcAOEmkB46EvdH84rAJ_FBERdifyV0try_Kzsj-tIyWdGkILa6lo1Hyh-z1uYgs9xiTYjGJfZdIT82Vui41iwkXGciAfP61ab_tlalRmt6/s1600/IMG_6694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKQJszJXs4GHUtdl1kMLCnRq3pjH-B8R2mL7lcAOEmkB46EvdH84rAJ_FBERdifyV0try_Kzsj-tIyWdGkILa6lo1Hyh-z1uYgs9xiTYjGJfZdIT82Vui41iwkXGciAfP61ab_tlalRmt6/s320/IMG_6694.JPG" width="226" xaa="true" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhguGQAltYzLM9lsoYCDHTp7r65oxdQ41-ypNSLYQbsx1LrjZCSBSGYh-3mqYUB5uKl4Ykt1qReKGMD7R2niNzBE_zdYFNi7W_BXEVrHB0D0zItxTy5876aEfiVHHmF07AQIPWkdAK67BoW/s1600/IMG_6693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhguGQAltYzLM9lsoYCDHTp7r65oxdQ41-ypNSLYQbsx1LrjZCSBSGYh-3mqYUB5uKl4Ykt1qReKGMD7R2niNzBE_zdYFNi7W_BXEVrHB0D0zItxTy5876aEfiVHHmF07AQIPWkdAK67BoW/s320/IMG_6693.JPG" width="226" xaa="true" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The wonderful sink and toiletries </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiDMzDFdFLw_6uhikMCF_Uupup7-sswG-kfuO-911bXfcRBXE_npQljKytWWKT5Ed__w-e2ds55iTsjjKMdf3XwKi2OQWBmT20eD1HYCNFxDure7i5xDKf9ngzlQugEcuthSHd_GQRx_vT/s1600/IMG_6689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiDMzDFdFLw_6uhikMCF_Uupup7-sswG-kfuO-911bXfcRBXE_npQljKytWWKT5Ed__w-e2ds55iTsjjKMdf3XwKi2OQWBmT20eD1HYCNFxDure7i5xDKf9ngzlQugEcuthSHd_GQRx_vT/s1600/IMG_6689.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"> In the afternoon, they will see tea/coffee and some local deserts to your villa</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUDK0_PuhKejF6Db47qlJSmrobBHQIgGmrf1t6GpdAXBnTj4dFveJBcGm-xU9qyHhBKeaUJQqKlEW9L0F-TSBgCn4EVdwnoRL-5NOxyPOQVYjpnvfncD1m1EM0Fp2YQQ7HS7pVapXAHr74/s1600/IMG_6700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUDK0_PuhKejF6Db47qlJSmrobBHQIgGmrf1t6GpdAXBnTj4dFveJBcGm-xU9qyHhBKeaUJQqKlEW9L0F-TSBgCn4EVdwnoRL-5NOxyPOQVYjpnvfncD1m1EM0Fp2YQQ7HS7pVapXAHr74/s1600/IMG_6700.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"> The hubby set his alarm to 6.30am the next morning. And when it rang, he took his pillow and slept on the day bed outside. I follow him with my pillow as well and we both squeezed onto the bed together. It was wonderful to enjoy the view from there, listening to the birds waking up.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdlUscrqj81vPXJNFXEol_LqHiVGN1BF_QjtUHa5dDXK3sE6Hho-XjQoqKuQyMgv8_l15MMB3jNN0Ih3JjubLRxZDBhsprgr7NueFnp5f5FbK-jJXvpCzW8F54CsTqLkRJfcLypsu26rvU/s1600/IMG_6796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdlUscrqj81vPXJNFXEol_LqHiVGN1BF_QjtUHa5dDXK3sE6Hho-XjQoqKuQyMgv8_l15MMB3jNN0Ih3JjubLRxZDBhsprgr7NueFnp5f5FbK-jJXvpCzW8F54CsTqLkRJfcLypsu26rvU/s1600/IMG_6796.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNPOSGvE06UNhgYvU14xKv49pIEISYyEEH1D_rJ8R4SFAtZWL6w-tbkxqQ5hwFZLAP1NNLCAptcwW03JD_Kh8spcEzNRc7uwdryquOi29Ro5ZPUhTiuShjWLepNEX3mGJ6b_YHb7fGdyo9/s1600/IMG_6797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNPOSGvE06UNhgYvU14xKv49pIEISYyEEH1D_rJ8R4SFAtZWL6w-tbkxqQ5hwFZLAP1NNLCAptcwW03JD_Kh8spcEzNRc7uwdryquOi29Ro5ZPUhTiuShjWLepNEX3mGJ6b_YHb7fGdyo9/s1600/IMG_6797.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> They have several breakfast sets to choose from. I had the Daily set and the hubby had the Japanese set. I have to say I was a little disappointed with the breakfast because I expected more after the grand breakfast I had in <a href="http://heylulumin.blogspot.com/2010/03/nefatari-exclusive-villa.html">Nefatari Villas</a> last year.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0JJF6BLHt90onxarOeI7Sf_mis5VAMzDJmL2wIX7YuPBkrEFcf7vFWRZAjWOXkyMlWZIrOmW5z0FWtJKxOkLV1NSY_ErMLaSx-JGCF6Go5Rdv6k5eUgGpu0-6MSqfjVd8DdFsEc36qIRh/s1600/IMG_6821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0JJF6BLHt90onxarOeI7Sf_mis5VAMzDJmL2wIX7YuPBkrEFcf7vFWRZAjWOXkyMlWZIrOmW5z0FWtJKxOkLV1NSY_ErMLaSx-JGCF6Go5Rdv6k5eUgGpu0-6MSqfjVd8DdFsEc36qIRh/s1600/IMG_6821.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> After breakfast, we explored the surroundings. To get from one villa to another, you'll have to walk up and down stairs like these. So imagine the stuff bringing breakfast to your villa.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpUj1l1S9IIz-TkhI5NUlYfrAN4EaYXj0i3W0GzwFEfwTwiRYkCP6zkEwk81zzr_Dd0ePTdU0h1V6EdKUFviXtRYrL8YNttpJrxtHoFWTI0MC-Ki0S3ovjuisLDsAIme1FOUumLSxDWNt/s1600/IMG_6823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpUj1l1S9IIz-TkhI5NUlYfrAN4EaYXj0i3W0GzwFEfwTwiRYkCP6zkEwk81zzr_Dd0ePTdU0h1V6EdKUFviXtRYrL8YNttpJrxtHoFWTI0MC-Ki0S3ovjuisLDsAIme1FOUumLSxDWNt/s1600/IMG_6823.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This padi field is just next to the villas</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4r2zBn0hPWqZwaIVfS8YxO8lHYOjUgusjjmCMkY9OWJVMBJiB6NDa8bD1sn5mv54q2Ll8APJHMMHwI1tcD2ATXWJf7alrev4kpVzT8bP9eTBqfInkq2a-BL9WCsFgX4flBN9Zk_YapNMZ/s1600/IMG_6843.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4r2zBn0hPWqZwaIVfS8YxO8lHYOjUgusjjmCMkY9OWJVMBJiB6NDa8bD1sn5mv54q2Ll8APJHMMHwI1tcD2ATXWJf7alrev4kpVzT8bP9eTBqfInkq2a-BL9WCsFgX4flBN9Zk_YapNMZ/s1600/IMG_6843.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They have a common area with chairs, a rocking house and a pool for you to use (I forgot to take a photo of the pool). No one around since each villa has its own private pool. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-RuJigFm3IN0zBKog-lUP94whwawunB_O8SHrJf4a5fUpz723ff-81HSCnqluvsUNLdyzBbaxmEWG6wOU1SBEFOdCgpKNUdg2195dnAd1vmBZr7AgjxVd2DS5WeekvVXx6LtC8JqTEAJ/s1600/IMG_6845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-RuJigFm3IN0zBKog-lUP94whwawunB_O8SHrJf4a5fUpz723ff-81HSCnqluvsUNLdyzBbaxmEWG6wOU1SBEFOdCgpKNUdg2195dnAd1vmBZr7AgjxVd2DS5WeekvVXx6LtC8JqTEAJ/s1600/IMG_6845.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio3eF_6Eu2UsG9McqbURXhuWYOmMn_WHTeV3GVekSIhw993bYFiYxaUqtIgeY7Pu8vySp62pgFFkOlFza5ZQxGFFKpjMN4vwtReFX4gOwX1trpFcwMJ6UN07zwx_bW_SJ1IxyB71BylCs5/s1600/IMG_6847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio3eF_6Eu2UsG9McqbURXhuWYOmMn_WHTeV3GVekSIhw993bYFiYxaUqtIgeY7Pu8vySp62pgFFkOlFza5ZQxGFFKpjMN4vwtReFX4gOwX1trpFcwMJ6UN07zwx_bW_SJ1IxyB71BylCs5/s1600/IMG_6847.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This is one of the traditional music instruments, made out of bamboo. No matter what you simply play, it still sounds beautiful.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Overall, Kajane Mua Villas is wonderful wonderful wonderful but a little pricey though. If you are willing to spend on a little luxury, I definitely would recommend this villa.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Pros</div><ol><li><div style="text-align: left;">Beautiful beautiful beautiful (Did I not say enough through this whole entire post already?)</div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;">I love how they place flowers on the tables, bed, even in the toilet.</div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;">I really like the outdoor bath tub. Spent an hour in there. :)</div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;">The private pool is big enough to swim around</div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;">Very very nice staff who aim to give you the best service </div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;">Free shuttle service around Ubud and they provide bicycles which you can use for free</div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;">Very good location, it's strategically located along Monkey Forest Road, opposite the Laughing Buddha restaurant</div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;">From their website, seems like they can arrange for all sorts of activities for you to do during the day time. I didn't try it though since we had lots of other things to do ourselves</div></li></ol><div style="text-align: left;">Cons</div><ol><li><div style="text-align: left;">The breakfast was too simple for the price we paid for the villa. But it's a small tiny complaint</div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;">The villa I stayed was right next to another villa. And at night, I would hear the TV from the other villa. </div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;">In <a href="http://heylulumin.blogspot.com/2010/03/nefatari-exclusive-villa.html">Nefatari Villa</a>, everything in the fridge is free. This villa charges you for the drinks in the fridge (except for the mineral water)</div></li></ol><div style="text-align: left;">For more information, visit their website</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://mua.kajane.com/">http://mua.kajane.com/</a></div>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159862216830597783.post-4605674427060466072011-09-03T13:17:00.000+08:002012-01-19T00:01:19.535+08:00Bali - In Da LodgePeople like me (a.k.a control freaks) need to do lots of research before we travel. And one of the things I do a lot of research on is on the hotels that I choose to book online. I blogged about Nefatari Villas last year and I found that a lot of people view that page.<br /><br />So here is my experience of staying in In Da Lodge. I booked this BB inn because of all the great reviews I read on Trip Adviser.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoGV3mfUSka5ARnnRTC6_ZEEA8qurZ8tuVYIEFs7sPDoB2fjW41RZZ97CXD7rSDps5yk1DD1zkkxaUDePdu-4nFz5QJhUNXa236MIgl3C6QsKUDVeRPhw6ApdGcILhQF6iDTm5hJ0yrp41/s1600/IMG_6614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoGV3mfUSka5ARnnRTC6_ZEEA8qurZ8tuVYIEFs7sPDoB2fjW41RZZ97CXD7rSDps5yk1DD1zkkxaUDePdu-4nFz5QJhUNXa236MIgl3C6QsKUDVeRPhw6ApdGcILhQF6iDTm5hJ0yrp41/s1600/IMG_6614.JPG" /></a></div><br />To get to In Da Lodge, drive along Jalan Raya Ubud and along the way you'll see this steep road where you'll see Klinik Dharma Usada. Once you see that clinic, there's a small little path you'll have to walk through to get to the inn (there's a sign to guide you).<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW4sEqNpZuLPukfcHeiUN3qmLuvx55nNy3P9cdCOBHeaIweqj3odII9Xll4fmLr7tAjbRGsd4Rhr69qL1A2Y6oY8_q-WCAAbQUArROM9g9PdBkhn_g2Z0oSczEcQtPfbtChLCi7WjumLx9/s1600/IMG_6612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW4sEqNpZuLPukfcHeiUN3qmLuvx55nNy3P9cdCOBHeaIweqj3odII9Xll4fmLr7tAjbRGsd4Rhr69qL1A2Y6oY8_q-WCAAbQUArROM9g9PdBkhn_g2Z0oSczEcQtPfbtChLCi7WjumLx9/s1600/IMG_6612.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Go down along this little path and you'll see the entrance to the inn.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIAuqeRhwqj87v0qqqS_Ux9naxUibkcLQltN-tq5Kb_yyA7oGc2V4VUDNoQXkzvG1cH3i5Jdf4qz729lb-FhV3MIPKnw4r7CZlbk3Lh_bnGkz01K5XMMUhPibuDO7uZ8tvjZq70hhYKN3f/s1600/IMG_6599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIAuqeRhwqj87v0qqqS_Ux9naxUibkcLQltN-tq5Kb_yyA7oGc2V4VUDNoQXkzvG1cH3i5Jdf4qz729lb-FhV3MIPKnw4r7CZlbk3Lh_bnGkz01K5XMMUhPibuDO7uZ8tvjZq70hhYKN3f/s1600/IMG_6599.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJrQHDd4DRnhv2ehPbk7ogJo_0lS9wmJ-PmE6AbQDZCFxHLKOJCf2Iiw4dd2wUedtojMtTlz8h_uttQsCmReAqoT1strCvNPCBhqcr0bDyAvYgNn6BWVEDxQJH9UZv9TEm6FYe34xb2xPw/s1600/IMG_6600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJrQHDd4DRnhv2ehPbk7ogJo_0lS9wmJ-PmE6AbQDZCFxHLKOJCf2Iiw4dd2wUedtojMtTlz8h_uttQsCmReAqoT1strCvNPCBhqcr0bDyAvYgNn6BWVEDxQJH9UZv9TEm6FYe34xb2xPw/s1600/IMG_6600.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And this is what you'll see around the neighborhood</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;">Entrance to our room. The doors are the traditional kind of doors with no proper locks. There's a padlock to hold the door handles together, but you'll still be able to look into the room if you push the doors back. The window blinds are also slightly see through. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB7-L7x7TCzIRLsQa1aeKAEYkExIEJwPv6VbCqu8Ts1Wn32pPpFobPx53dfJ1kUsoKIA5FkpyVDQbLUC-32pCWp97WnYn3mMFK1MSJ8Hk2sx-AodQcX6HQCOfn5hsSJANmyCKhtTDr8hzY/s1600/IMG_6579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB7-L7x7TCzIRLsQa1aeKAEYkExIEJwPv6VbCqu8Ts1Wn32pPpFobPx53dfJ1kUsoKIA5FkpyVDQbLUC-32pCWp97WnYn3mMFK1MSJ8Hk2sx-AodQcX6HQCOfn5hsSJANmyCKhtTDr8hzY/s1600/IMG_6579.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The bed was comfortable. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDcz15La4uPdwvfEZO4zs1dx3Y-b6VKmJzEHGmOu7EB81Ygl1IENEoM5ssOYiMfRmz8_BOgvjhdj-vCn21VlvMdq-cECrHhPs2JmesUjKVhi83OwcJ2bzSvoEjXYeOmnpFKeXNmn-kwa9b/s1600/IMG_6580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDcz15La4uPdwvfEZO4zs1dx3Y-b6VKmJzEHGmOu7EB81Ygl1IENEoM5ssOYiMfRmz8_BOgvjhdj-vCn21VlvMdq-cECrHhPs2JmesUjKVhi83OwcJ2bzSvoEjXYeOmnpFKeXNmn-kwa9b/s1600/IMG_6580.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There one stand fan provided. No air conditioning or TV. The weather was cool so we didn't have to turn on the fans.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghvvH0JNuD98M7RQe3yc2keE_kSAL59jPW0ScX_TEmwTv_PW3dfCam7fR9FtDPa9H8g2ctsZlpjeR9ARm8t-vJRr1Mxt3N_KfdKLi-_fiDYKmvha6ixSoimCljL1XoXkjSk-3iTgSR2jsn/s1600/IMG_6577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghvvH0JNuD98M7RQe3yc2keE_kSAL59jPW0ScX_TEmwTv_PW3dfCam7fR9FtDPa9H8g2ctsZlpjeR9ARm8t-vJRr1Mxt3N_KfdKLi-_fiDYKmvha6ixSoimCljL1XoXkjSk-3iTgSR2jsn/s1600/IMG_6577.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Opposite the bed, there's another room with a table and a small cupboard. There's also a small kitchen area with a sink that wasn't working</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3s-4jsc1gmmsUwVtwwRv9xyqnmlXszz-IwHp9EpmKhRl-JlK_cTw5jRcJseSZETrG6zbHRYvWEE_5Sj7z433PiVwdvvNLeyuWZuI8s7Qr3jzMaWVdk1tEy2AU_Fsn1t4SbpG3MTTUOwT/s1600/IMG_6581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3s-4jsc1gmmsUwVtwwRv9xyqnmlXszz-IwHp9EpmKhRl-JlK_cTw5jRcJseSZETrG6zbHRYvWEE_5Sj7z433PiVwdvvNLeyuWZuI8s7Qr3jzMaWVdk1tEy2AU_Fsn1t4SbpG3MTTUOwT/s1600/IMG_6581.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The toilet area wasn't very comfortable to me. It wasn't very clean and I felt like I had to wear my slippers into the bathroom.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAfo3tZPtSM2KbO7SOwH_hyENUfjpHi8p7Yw5hnayNAmpkVvoK7g3_tYqHqIF830qfEjXkJgnW3_reX23LstgRKXhPkBVKyeaqkst4nspsd7pysyZHT9tFv3PXz7DJWSWcxFGJw9oJgknV/s1600/IMG_6583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAfo3tZPtSM2KbO7SOwH_hyENUfjpHi8p7Yw5hnayNAmpkVvoK7g3_tYqHqIF830qfEjXkJgnW3_reX23LstgRKXhPkBVKyeaqkst4nspsd7pysyZHT9tFv3PXz7DJWSWcxFGJw9oJgknV/s1600/IMG_6583.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Water takes slow to heat up and after a while, the water turned cold again. Also, there isn't any proper drainage in the toilet. And because the toilet floor and the bedroom floor is at the same level, if you take a long shower, the water will start flowing into the bedroom. There wasn't any sink in the bathroom and since the kitchen sink wasn't working, I had no sink to brush my teeth the next morning. 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They have a very basic menu but it was good enough for me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhri6wT3dYGiwieGo6F-RlBqzg4IJy976CLdRT0aCaS33R_HDkdOimx_FsRGF9Ol8QutS1wgHUOupF_tWKMICPuoc4cJtoWT6BytK8lJYpsYtFWykED0tLlq4gBRGuKNXSw8i7n4vasFqPi/s1600/IMG_6569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhri6wT3dYGiwieGo6F-RlBqzg4IJy976CLdRT0aCaS33R_HDkdOimx_FsRGF9Ol8QutS1wgHUOupF_tWKMICPuoc4cJtoWT6BytK8lJYpsYtFWykED0tLlq4gBRGuKNXSw8i7n4vasFqPi/s1600/IMG_6569.JPG" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">You'll get to enjoy the beautiful view of rice paddy fields while having your breakfast.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The staff in this BB inn were friendly and warm. The hubby didn't really like the inn because it didn't have any TV and he felt bored at night and he wasn't happy that there wasn't a proper sink and that water could flow into the room. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But to me, Bali is about getting away for technology and just enjoying the nature. The environment was very quiet and peaceful. However, the rooms are not soundproof and you can hear conversations from people staying in the other room. Also, there weren't any reading lights and all other lights are dim so I couldn't really read my book at night.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you want to experience a more Balinese stay, then this is the inn for you. I'm glad I booked this inn because I felt it was a good experience. I have to admit though that I was glad that I wasn't staying a 2nd night because of the uncomfortable toilet. If the toilets were cleaner and if the sink was working, this little inn would be perfect. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Pros</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><ol><li>Good location, 5 minutes away from Ubud Market</li><li>Quiet and peaceful surroundings</li><li>Gives you the Balinese stay experience</li><li>Warm friendly staff</li><li>Serves breakfast to your room</li><li>Wonderful view of the padi fields if your room is on the first floor</li></ol><div>Cons</div><div><ol><li>Toilet not very clean, sink wasn't working, water may flow into the bedroom</li><li>Rooms not soundproof which would be bad if there are noisy people staying near your (but the guest here seems more of the mature and considerate type, not the typical drunken youngsters you'll see in Kuta, so I doubt there will be problems with this)</li><li>No reading lights, no TV</li><li>Doesn't have private parking areas, you'll have to park on the street outside</li></ol><div><br /></div></div><div>I paid RM160 for the Superior room. </div><div>For more info about In Da Logde, go to their website.</div><div><a href="http://indalodge.com/">http://indalodge.com/</a></div><div><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159862216830597783.post-82812706077106994772011-09-02T17:34:00.000+08:002012-01-26T15:37:35.710+08:00Bali - Pantai GegerPantai Geger is a beautiful beach in Bali. I didn't go there the first time I went to Bali and I almost didn't go there again this time because we had to travel all the way there just to see a beach and in Bali one place to another place is far.<br />
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When I got there, I was astounded by the beauty. <br />
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The water was so clear. I can see my feet in the water!<br />
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I regretted so much for not wearing a bikini there. All I wanted to do was to jump into the water.<br />
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Imagine staying here and going out to your balcony to see this gourgeous view. I could have sat there the whole day. The hotels here are super expensive and there are not many of them so the beach is not that crowded. But there are lots of villas currently under construction so in another year, probably there will be more people staying around here.<br />
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it reminded me of a photo we took together years ago during our first vacation together (guess how many years ago). :)<br />
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Since I wanted to go back with my bikini, we went back on our last day just before we flew off.<br />
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It was so wonderful to sit by the beach and relax. <br />
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You have to rent the chairs there for RP20k. And there are people there to give you massages but we didn't take it because we had to fly off in an hour.<br />
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Next destination I want to go: Phuket. :)</div>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159862216830597783.post-71113962308650931692011-09-01T17:32:00.000+08:002012-01-19T00:01:19.699+08:00Bali 5 day 4 nightsTo the hubby, Ubud was his paradise. When I went to Bali the first time with the girls, we did lots of shopping. This time with the hubby, I thought we weren't going to spend much time shopping. Ended up that most of the Bali trip was for him to go shopping. <br /><br />I've blogged about the Bali itenarary <a href="http://heylulumin.blogspot.com/2010/03/4-day-3-night-bali-itinerary.html">here</a> for the first trip I had for Bali. I reused most of the itenarary but ended up having a different experience.<br /><br /><u>Day 1</u><br />We reached Bali at 12.30pm. Rented a car, drove to Ubud for about 1 1/2 hours. This time I had the GPS to guides us and looking back to my first trip where we only dependant on maps, I have no idea how we manage to find our way around. <br /><br />Checked into Da Lodge, which I blogged about <a href="http://heylulumin.blogspot.com/2011/09/bali-in-da-lodge.html">here</a>. And then start exploring Ubud, first stop was Naughty Nuris. If you go to Ubud, you need to try their spare ribs. It was my 2nd time there and it was just as good as last year but it's expensive compared to other restaurants<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4qIk-0zXoH6jAc-bNavC6lG37_Ei5T6YnnaS15P1YUmy2rBZoymyP_SpaJe5iPi4K-OvaLpKlHnD_7-6ONo81HoQSn3CxwEmrcp6QfMpFT0e42XzKtHyzMswa4TwzOg61db73934XalY/s1600/IMG_6510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4qIk-0zXoH6jAc-bNavC6lG37_Ei5T6YnnaS15P1YUmy2rBZoymyP_SpaJe5iPi4K-OvaLpKlHnD_7-6ONo81HoQSn3CxwEmrcp6QfMpFT0e42XzKtHyzMswa4TwzOg61db73934XalY/s1600/IMG_6510.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div>The hubby was happy because he loves loves loves street markets and he loves loves loves to bargain. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jRhCMRgy08yZIR_uqudrheS7B_er6uoATCbYmmDOg0jBFC43E-feJsGKDst0UT8CFfkSNthe5azCWvRdcSL3EF9imfEDdlLVOCyl9Yi9Mm8zz-ilSw0TO6URFU7JNz7tRc4jcsUHaOge/s1600/IMG_6530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jRhCMRgy08yZIR_uqudrheS7B_er6uoATCbYmmDOg0jBFC43E-feJsGKDst0UT8CFfkSNthe5azCWvRdcSL3EF9imfEDdlLVOCyl9Yi9Mm8zz-ilSw0TO6URFU7JNz7tRc4jcsUHaOge/s1600/IMG_6530.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div>And he was fascinated with the things he saw there<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNVQdo6e6Dl7g50g_zlITvpiKwAaHpNutppU873q99gofNOuK6r9knlUB0h55if8R_FmBxVCO5WTfO4aE38-yNuEoHDIJfd2LyWo0G3PNSUZM_YFN3X6X0yLEW9xP2NwMSYUYsEkaLGaNM/s1600/IMG_6547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNVQdo6e6Dl7g50g_zlITvpiKwAaHpNutppU873q99gofNOuK6r9knlUB0h55if8R_FmBxVCO5WTfO4aE38-yNuEoHDIJfd2LyWo0G3PNSUZM_YFN3X6X0yLEW9xP2NwMSYUYsEkaLGaNM/s1600/IMG_6547.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div>If you're going to shop at Ubud Market, make sure you bargain to at least 70% off the price they quote you. I bought a dress for RP40,000 (~RM14) and another for RP25,000 (~RM8.80). My local driver said that the one for RP40,000 is still expensive. The original price they quote to me was RP100,000. Also, if you can, speak Malay to them. They tend to charge you a little cheaper compare to what they quote the westerners. I have seen them quote different prices to me and a white woman for the same thing at the same time. Difference was she spoke to me in Malay so that the white woman couldn't understand.<br /><br />Most shops close early at Ubud and it gets dark after 6pm. Next time, a good thing to do at night would be to go to the Ubud Palace to watch the dance there which we didn't go this time. I was very surprise to find the weather in Bali so cool compared to my last trip when it was so hot.<br /><br />And that's the end of Day 1.<br /><br /><u>Day 2</u><br />Next day, the hubby and I decided to go to Sukawati Art Market. I remember Soma telling me last year that it's the place where local folks go to buy stuff to sell to tourist. We kept exploring the street markets there until we reached the end of the road. And there's where the hubby found his shopping haven.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQknHNsjew7yMKRsMUav3gXcbrOIf9yAPICpKhwIBe_4zMG8l5bzJxIF5nJBLWtZFUT77-lidLvMK6_U3VtSjHLoTgYE00Fvqo8dnFFVwzwACLHe4XUsVtMftDse7MMqB7b7FxpHJ-cvOW/s1600/IMG_6625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQknHNsjew7yMKRsMUav3gXcbrOIf9yAPICpKhwIBe_4zMG8l5bzJxIF5nJBLWtZFUT77-lidLvMK6_U3VtSjHLoTgYE00Fvqo8dnFFVwzwACLHe4XUsVtMftDse7MMqB7b7FxpHJ-cvOW/s1600/IMG_6625.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><br />A whole market just filled with lots and lots of wood craving. The hubby lit up like a little boy getting candy. We went round and round and bought so many stuff there including a big Buddha statue. And the price there is so much cheaper compared to the regular tourist shops. We bought the big Buddha statue for RP770,000. We went to another shop somewhere else in Ubud and it was RP3 million.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwuZR05SMkpO0HMpxscICqWm0C-68-xhOZYUdvX3Qd90-iHcWJnD9ukAp7xhWdnD8CrDR-yL4_j1xis60MnfMRaYGdbbljx1uOIRf74Rt9Y-Mfy5sGQdyL3Fdz54d1Yh8g2Lr41np8aKEb/s1600/IMG_6628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwuZR05SMkpO0HMpxscICqWm0C-68-xhOZYUdvX3Qd90-iHcWJnD9ukAp7xhWdnD8CrDR-yL4_j1xis60MnfMRaYGdbbljx1uOIRf74Rt9Y-Mfy5sGQdyL3Fdz54d1Yh8g2Lr41np8aKEb/s1600/IMG_6628.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><br />The market closes at 12pm, otherwise the hubby would have gladly spent the whole day there bargaining his way.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqXoHTRPZNMw25RygaevvK5dGWiqCCET6EhRohWS9CerqvVa9bp7T5QWhnJ0hIsGKS7q0kM79nsZAh_TqNwaRZf1nfw84OKy-IitfvVYy3io8BrUtt3Z-hlwrHPBXhY5UVRByPzQ2hnJ5/s1600/IMG_6886.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqXoHTRPZNMw25RygaevvK5dGWiqCCET6EhRohWS9CerqvVa9bp7T5QWhnJ0hIsGKS7q0kM79nsZAh_TqNwaRZf1nfw84OKy-IitfvVYy3io8BrUtt3Z-hlwrHPBXhY5UVRByPzQ2hnJ5/s1600/IMG_6886.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><br />On the way back, we stopped at a shop by the road selling mirrors and we ended buying more stuff from there.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNS8okbDBa5yAyCNta37loJF6hTH72dzV1DojvowwzlsA4lfJmjguQlJ8vEEcX8imOHJbOesEg5qOOwLD3rifALemqExgQiZCPSYR2B65oLAEQ5R2fsXJnHdFQXOqig7cfBzs3Pianfsn/s1600/IMG_6647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNS8okbDBa5yAyCNta37loJF6hTH72dzV1DojvowwzlsA4lfJmjguQlJ8vEEcX8imOHJbOesEg5qOOwLD3rifALemqExgQiZCPSYR2B65oLAEQ5R2fsXJnHdFQXOqig7cfBzs3Pianfsn/s1600/IMG_6647.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><br />We made purchase and followed the wood craver back to his home behind the shop for him to attached the mirror to the wood craving.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYzhKjAfMDxhs08UOXebL2nNuJB9ZSon0SBE6mQ_CfEcDxSih1yXahdE_LnvrxA-87C3pkBlBWknDe7w6mHr05yQwjGjwwuwlOI1NTfeMYXJYRQoSQrATiBjpXbbDlls0xfnFr7l1MJ5cp/s1600/IMG_6634.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYzhKjAfMDxhs08UOXebL2nNuJB9ZSon0SBE6mQ_CfEcDxSih1yXahdE_LnvrxA-87C3pkBlBWknDe7w6mHr05yQwjGjwwuwlOI1NTfeMYXJYRQoSQrATiBjpXbbDlls0xfnFr7l1MJ5cp/s1600/IMG_6634.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><br />And I got to explore the compound of a typical Balinese house. <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0iVlxgZel5lboJIBVpDMHS6TjrbWUaz_24KxhewIF26Rs5fdZRAlH-TDh0gxP1C9wMCZLYRfBGBmpJXP0SgwPtZWna2hzlNnR2oAzRVF-fDfm9ovftAGBjQmbTYK9NTasbQm_uy1qyLU/s1600/IMG_6635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0iVlxgZel5lboJIBVpDMHS6TjrbWUaz_24KxhewIF26Rs5fdZRAlH-TDh0gxP1C9wMCZLYRfBGBmpJXP0SgwPtZWna2hzlNnR2oAzRVF-fDfm9ovftAGBjQmbTYK9NTasbQm_uy1qyLU/s1600/IMG_6635.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><br />They kept a pig and Mr Pig and I were fascinated with each other. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-eIQnkSGpAgBsdj960OXF4Gn1rQsJjtu8J5ss83DKOAaRCqF4-Lzo2dpU0XL-lltXqjrnGABuFHCv_N1XPLXrYSi9a0mwRxtGBAPEpvgso2QeM9TxMCMJkOUjh70FRHiceVBRFELkJKxU/s1600/IMG_6643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-eIQnkSGpAgBsdj960OXF4Gn1rQsJjtu8J5ss83DKOAaRCqF4-Lzo2dpU0XL-lltXqjrnGABuFHCv_N1XPLXrYSi9a0mwRxtGBAPEpvgso2QeM9TxMCMJkOUjh70FRHiceVBRFELkJKxU/s1600/IMG_6643.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><br />The pig stopped eating and come forward to stare about me. Pigs have such big noses.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyU50168Bl-mqHki5gQFkGlF3KWWd2iCTzdIE3qOCuqcn00iFPWpZc9P5KLLYxsgPwSHdflS2mSI7XosqlLgmVnoxunm2NupDgAFO_Dxtff7Ccx3FDO-GZFBxx1PnmwFlsKuU83pw5UayO/s1600/IMG_6639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyU50168Bl-mqHki5gQFkGlF3KWWd2iCTzdIE3qOCuqcn00iFPWpZc9P5KLLYxsgPwSHdflS2mSI7XosqlLgmVnoxunm2NupDgAFO_Dxtff7Ccx3FDO-GZFBxx1PnmwFlsKuU83pw5UayO/s1600/IMG_6639.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><br />We wandered aimless again and found Ibu Oka2 which is a more upgraded version of Ibu Oka1 I visited last year. Prices are also more expensive.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-LCzJCbhQFb2W2DXZAZCVw8g9-mIMQh9BdV-vHf4Xw4WbXt_lcGJHu54AIcJ_x3JMC1UbZ5oN2sDQ_RYK_VbSs001S3mz1NadOh5H2FWrYhA7j1nOE_oq8Gw_FFYuM_FKH_ENTgaz8hWs/s1600/IMG_6651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-LCzJCbhQFb2W2DXZAZCVw8g9-mIMQh9BdV-vHf4Xw4WbXt_lcGJHu54AIcJ_x3JMC1UbZ5oN2sDQ_RYK_VbSs001S3mz1NadOh5H2FWrYhA7j1nOE_oq8Gw_FFYuM_FKH_ENTgaz8hWs/s1600/IMG_6651.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><br />After lunch, we went back to check into the very nice but expensive villa I booked. Will blog about that later.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS14nG92l-TK53VzNJV6C5_EfceDH_zT6VT8_bHvV2jUsUK4RVGAXcoHxedPAxXs6iguLHerJy0zl9ibSP6mbhFqoPpXnJZ8VpWb9trPWHY6Sa1QctpDMxnLPFgZwvL9qvD0JrQSTcVQUs/s1600/IMG_6676.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS14nG92l-TK53VzNJV6C5_EfceDH_zT6VT8_bHvV2jUsUK4RVGAXcoHxedPAxXs6iguLHerJy0zl9ibSP6mbhFqoPpXnJZ8VpWb9trPWHY6Sa1QctpDMxnLPFgZwvL9qvD0JrQSTcVQUs/s1600/IMG_6676.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><br />At night we went to Sang Spa which I blogged about last year<a href="http://heylulumin.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-to-sang-spa.html"> here</a>, where I finally got to see the hubby wearing the grandma underwear in a bath tub full of flowers. Was I turned on? Hmmmm.... <br /><br />Half way through the massage, I could hear the hubby snooring. He snored so loud that he woke himself up. Pay money for the massage just for him to sleep through it. Esh.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><<em>Hubby won't let me upload the photo of him in the flower bath, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>so use your imagination here</em>></div><br />We went to Dirty Duck for dinner. It was already dark and we couldn't see the padi fields but I'm sure that it must be absolutely beautiful to watch the sunset there. <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-oxDG4xlmei3Z2wko6a4WXWAvj6aQ5yVeNfR4zQnyJScTh20clXWKeAARehHiB1NkXPMWlJpNcIxdLbIlJNv4MSVxcrl0zq_2YPd3l7XyWDHazDabmu8lsr85kRoIKwAd9_jMdVZvugDG/s1600/IMG_6774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-oxDG4xlmei3Z2wko6a4WXWAvj6aQ5yVeNfR4zQnyJScTh20clXWKeAARehHiB1NkXPMWlJpNcIxdLbIlJNv4MSVxcrl0zq_2YPd3l7XyWDHazDabmu8lsr85kRoIKwAd9_jMdVZvugDG/s1600/IMG_6774.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div>The crispy duck there was yummy.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbCxH4lZfloophyphenhyphen6QYx0L6jVm-opT3Si7E6RKdqvs0E29BXDOvtwi0tgVtTTnroMNmhRLaMpROt3hvSPuiqEkwuKzv6LgprDBeL7J8CDYQO24sGA-PgldkW2tQB1A3sY8YsRlmsW7ruLq/s1600/IMG_6783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbCxH4lZfloophyphenhyphen6QYx0L6jVm-opT3Si7E6RKdqvs0E29BXDOvtwi0tgVtTTnroMNmhRLaMpROt3hvSPuiqEkwuKzv6LgprDBeL7J8CDYQO24sGA-PgldkW2tQB1A3sY8YsRlmsW7ruLq/s1600/IMG_6783.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><br />At night, we went back to the villa, and I had to go online to top up our check in luggage at Air Asia due to the many wood cravings the hubby bought. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtQERG4OHNTnu3LYrkLwW0wJKFUkSocoPaBN5ciajk8tCnL0NX2dVVDbPU_rqgYCigAexJr5D1RL0AwZF3EiCGvtqivlLVxGow1hCRAMJTM15JOiPLgwppFvMkFN8V1z07fLpfHuQSFX67/s1600/IMG_6790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtQERG4OHNTnu3LYrkLwW0wJKFUkSocoPaBN5ciajk8tCnL0NX2dVVDbPU_rqgYCigAexJr5D1RL0AwZF3EiCGvtqivlLVxGow1hCRAMJTM15JOiPLgwppFvMkFN8V1z07fLpfHuQSFX67/s1600/IMG_6790.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><br />And Day 2 ended wonderfully well with the answer to the Sang Spa question above (to tell you the truth, I was more turned on by the beautiful villa than the spa).<br /><br /><u>Day 3</u><br />Next morning, we had to say goodbye to the beautiful villa and beautiful Ubud. Before we left, we stopped at Sukawati market again to buy even more wood cravings. <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Dn5iQcaWD5RWY-t2O4Htt9JVt4e3oL92xGC8UKIHEz7cfTlPxO8FLBrE8rBoh4oUg1v08MjocbvQayYm0QCghyyhtoVwR3cPb1wprUy5CrbzuV702QoTW-nUYgBG5Cv2m_SggIDDI7oZ/s1600/IMG_6883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Dn5iQcaWD5RWY-t2O4Htt9JVt4e3oL92xGC8UKIHEz7cfTlPxO8FLBrE8rBoh4oUg1v08MjocbvQayYm0QCghyyhtoVwR3cPb1wprUy5CrbzuV702QoTW-nUYgBG5Cv2m_SggIDDI7oZ/s1600/IMG_6883.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><br />We stopped to eat at a street stall. Ate the Bakso Ayam (or was I called something else, can't remember).<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnuRS56onSouYYrYOYNNGZX0IYL8jZew1ud56nQOU97ton3kTw-oyS0t3tZ6rw3zotuBBj937cqHsBPQdJpsi87ThYcJCOKL6d4K5iiH9PzIBPfS4qI8XQlbbBV4W_mW3acyIClL2aNzFK/s1600/IMG_6887.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnuRS56onSouYYrYOYNNGZX0IYL8jZew1ud56nQOU97ton3kTw-oyS0t3tZ6rw3zotuBBj937cqHsBPQdJpsi87ThYcJCOKL6d4K5iiH9PzIBPfS4qI8XQlbbBV4W_mW3acyIClL2aNzFK/s1600/IMG_6887.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><br />Like all places, if you want to try the best food there, see what the locals eat and try that. The bowl of noodles with meat balls was really really yummy.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhos6DVczQZF3egPMzN92EyzmXPoWmEfi5p28gFiYzDR-qZwlkTGiiOXK-MCErCS5Dr29FPMhOLSvkXOeqI_BAq7CLqNrIeDx_iUOvJ3m3hFRk8dsZi4t1r8FVGpCHktAPdqBQcGiba1-du/s1600/IMG_6889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhos6DVczQZF3egPMzN92EyzmXPoWmEfi5p28gFiYzDR-qZwlkTGiiOXK-MCErCS5Dr29FPMhOLSvkXOeqI_BAq7CLqNrIeDx_iUOvJ3m3hFRk8dsZi4t1r8FVGpCHktAPdqBQcGiba1-du/s1600/IMG_6889.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><br />To me, Ubud is the best place in Bali. It's rich in culture and nature and I was sad when we had to leave Ubud. The only thing I don't like though is how much the sellers there try to cheat you, hiking up prices something to more than 10 times more expensive than the orignal price. <br /><br />We drove to Kuta and checked into Amaris Hotel. After that we headed to Tanah Lot to catch the sunset there. The hubby was bored looking at what I thought is a beautiful temple. He got excited again when he got to go shopping at the street markets outside where he bought a painting of Tanah Lot.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZqNS1xXmi-fvYsJR1WnBDJmfOD4DT8bBBAev7L7jCi84VJCcjrsowv7KZdL4UYkgRz3ef4FMP5A-M_mHJ2NxM6JnaZoqifKda2ezmBN3QVfulmlbrxNIJYZ3Ss-TVWO5xQsSlBAFn6UKS/s1600/IMG_6914.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZqNS1xXmi-fvYsJR1WnBDJmfOD4DT8bBBAev7L7jCi84VJCcjrsowv7KZdL4UYkgRz3ef4FMP5A-M_mHJ2NxM6JnaZoqifKda2ezmBN3QVfulmlbrxNIJYZ3Ss-TVWO5xQsSlBAFn6UKS/s1600/IMG_6914.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div>Drove back to Kuta, walked around the street shops there for a while and that's the end of Day 3.<br /><br /><u>Day 4</u><br />Next morning, we rented a motorbike and explored Kuta. Bought one of those helmets that lots of tourist were wearing. And I got really sunburnt after riding on the motorbike.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdx7aRMLDBEyYAyGEFjfBl0ETWA9cDnhE6o-e9HTOax1PfookH8uwtnsQuQ9M6zpmEBhASHPqA6PDcInok98AiupQEEjmiPwcHD2mllHA9pJn3jrFwYbUVC46hk5NyYjQ-sAJumTeRIl75/s1600/IMG_6947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdx7aRMLDBEyYAyGEFjfBl0ETWA9cDnhE6o-e9HTOax1PfookH8uwtnsQuQ9M6zpmEBhASHPqA6PDcInok98AiupQEEjmiPwcHD2mllHA9pJn3jrFwYbUVC46hk5NyYjQ-sAJumTeRIl75/s1600/IMG_6947.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div>Hung out at Kuta Beach for a while. Then we went to Flap Jacks to have waffles, pancakes and crepes. Best waffles I've ever eaten.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicZsh3IRashsrIOg-5o26dIzYymbmopNMvtl55JFa1fYkaDCPA44xaSIFy7jeabLSTcfTVoleF3WeY7ZIeBcyc09P8m5FOr-Lha9EKoCtHQt5JiBGbUnL3X4cAdcw7_swAzOcQ3yAutUYI/s1600/IMG_6956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicZsh3IRashsrIOg-5o26dIzYymbmopNMvtl55JFa1fYkaDCPA44xaSIFy7jeabLSTcfTVoleF3WeY7ZIeBcyc09P8m5FOr-Lha9EKoCtHQt5JiBGbUnL3X4cAdcw7_swAzOcQ3yAutUYI/s1600/IMG_6956.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div>We wandered around with the bike, stopped to fill up petrol and saw this super cool dog riding with its owner. I wish my dogs could ride on the bike like that<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8trrEfigHiCnY_uVpsf4ExTi6F_5i5v__zxNUyP3Tr6ucGpAUR_RLoz88wIyVKqbQbhHbarEIv3WA_pM0rJU66zBzs0y8kvvWelyTxZve8ZaI65wwQpEa8kTg8o9oCs7lE8YpgRuPUFHQ/s1600/IMG_6969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8trrEfigHiCnY_uVpsf4ExTi6F_5i5v__zxNUyP3Tr6ucGpAUR_RLoz88wIyVKqbQbhHbarEIv3WA_pM0rJU66zBzs0y8kvvWelyTxZve8ZaI65wwQpEa8kTg8o9oCs7lE8YpgRuPUFHQ/s1600/IMG_6969.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="left">Wandered out of the busy streets of Kuta and the hubby found his second shopping haven. A whole place filled with stone craving. He was tempted to ship some of the statues back but decided not to because the cost to ship it back is more expensive than the statue itself.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFGZBLRufH2_SZYz4Np80p4n-bqjaaV0IMoJWIgkeA6oq_nUY2zcQTfl3LW8aOKaPPn1jqXlP_SZIqZLqNK2m-Q9V5RflezQWslceosX34-pEMJMpFKXKWCpqVibDmqnwDuN2Crf8QxdqB/s1600/IMG_6972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFGZBLRufH2_SZYz4Np80p4n-bqjaaV0IMoJWIgkeA6oq_nUY2zcQTfl3LW8aOKaPPn1jqXlP_SZIqZLqNK2m-Q9V5RflezQWslceosX34-pEMJMpFKXKWCpqVibDmqnwDuN2Crf8QxdqB/s1600/IMG_6972.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><div align="left">We went back to get our car and drove to Pantai Geger. I'll blog about this place later because this was the most favourite place I went. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">After Pantai Geger, we went to Uluwatu. We reached at 5pm, Kecak Dance was at 6pm. My dear hubby saw people going into the dance area and the kiasu-ness in him wanted to go in there so that we could get the best seats. I was sulking because it was still early and I wanted to see the temple but didn't get to in the end thanks to his kiasu-ness. Place was crazy packed with tourist.</div><div align="left"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgpfH6GXye5MaYGF9Yjzd3E9rDuQvzgKPcPk12MVtNWNskg4254pSSTAWrupxZpGPdAVwQlqVQqb1l1yANGG4L1BOHlitx7CEtC1TF5q8mTa_7zOdACfmu_LcU9Q-6kH40YIp_ba2zWevd/s1600/IMG_7026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgpfH6GXye5MaYGF9Yjzd3E9rDuQvzgKPcPk12MVtNWNskg4254pSSTAWrupxZpGPdAVwQlqVQqb1l1yANGG4L1BOHlitx7CEtC1TF5q8mTa_7zOdACfmu_LcU9Q-6kH40YIp_ba2zWevd/s1600/IMG_7026.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div><div align="left">Drove back to Kuta. Went to Made's Warung for dinner. The place was full and we had to wait for a while. If you go there, order the Ribs with Young Papaya. One of the best things I ate in Bali. I forgot to take a photo of it though. The one below is Nasi Campur.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3nmsrEyecgerpHsQt0eeq3Ea259JH8HwY4MgGFmFXIo4mQZXXWPGzub3qUv8bGVjeK7-1rsgebwW3_5tvuIdYQQ-Oa6-gzBNveHWDhtZAwL9J8MUrvcNew7nOWcUv6NW5jR7S29A5k0Oa/s1600/IMG_7040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3nmsrEyecgerpHsQt0eeq3Ea259JH8HwY4MgGFmFXIo4mQZXXWPGzub3qUv8bGVjeK7-1rsgebwW3_5tvuIdYQQ-Oa6-gzBNveHWDhtZAwL9J8MUrvcNew7nOWcUv6NW5jR7S29A5k0Oa/s1600/IMG_7040.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div>And that's the end of Day 4.<br /><br /><u>Day 5</u><br /><br />Next day, our flight back was at 2.25pm. But because I loved Pantai Geger so much and I was cursing myself of not wearing a bikini when I went there, I had to go back again. To be continued in another bloggy post. Gotta go for dinner now (which I'm already late).<br /><div align="left"><br /></div>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159862216830597783.post-29801890896339185392011-08-31T10:39:00.000+08:002012-01-19T00:01:19.388+08:00Bali LoveI just came back from Bali and I loved it even more than the 1st time I went there. This time I went with the hubby. And this time, despite my control freak nature of having to plan the itenarary to every last detail, I found that renting a motorbike there and wandering aimlessly around the town was much more interesting.<br /><br />The hubby and I have been working damn hard this year. And I spent this whole year unhappy about a lot of things. To spend those few days in Bali was definitely refreshing. For once in a very long time, my mind was at peace. No schedules or no demands, only nature, spirit, peace and love.<br /><br />The hubby and I have been working damn hard. It is so easy to carried away with the stress of work, rushing for deadlines, coming back late from work, skipping meals, day after day after day. While we are both not ready to quit our careers yet, we need to slow down and start relaxing and enjoying life and each other.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXWNrJGYGHapd2Kz3w2KfdG7KewchOJ8UAkL_u5pmV4N2dtc3YVG9N95vGYQc53zNtprm01AUrPqczGzSG-cgPXklL63r1v6WZf_4uYG4i8I25SRn97YwOU_ZVX-E4_pmqZ8kdI-eSNZD9/s1600/couple1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXWNrJGYGHapd2Kz3w2KfdG7KewchOJ8UAkL_u5pmV4N2dtc3YVG9N95vGYQc53zNtprm01AUrPqczGzSG-cgPXklL63r1v6WZf_4uYG4i8I25SRn97YwOU_ZVX-E4_pmqZ8kdI-eSNZD9/s1600/couple1.JPG" xaa="true" /></a></div>And I'm already starting to think about the next vacation. Somewhere with lots of street markets for the hubby and beautiful beaches for me. :)Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159862216830597783.post-50840567649087021402011-08-21T22:37:00.000+08:002012-01-19T00:01:19.560+08:00Freak accidentI went to Pulau Tikus market today to eat lok lok. It was still early so only 3 tables were taken. If you've eaten lok lok before, you'll know that each table has a gas tank attached to it. I was eating happily until there was an explosion of fire under one of the lok lok tables in front of me. The pipe attached to the gas came out there was a big ball of fire under the table. <br /><br />I panicked, got up but didn't run away because I was too stunned. Everbody else around was either running or screaming. The lok lok lady grabbed the gas pipe which was now like a fire gun shooting a long stream of fire. Somebody yelled at her to take out the head from the gas tank and as soon as she did, the fire went out.<br /><br />I had no appetide after that. I kept thinking that if I or anybody else was sitting at that table, it would have been really bad. My legs would have been burnt and I would have been badly scarred.<br /><br />I went home, looked at the smooth skin on my legs and thanked God that nothing bad happened. I won't be eatting Lok Lok for a very long time after this.Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159862216830597783.post-354532634346298942011-08-12T18:02:00.000+08:002012-01-19T00:01:19.456+08:00I've been a while since I've seriously blogged. My absence was due to a lot reasons.<br /><br />1) Managed a team of 5 engineers<br />2) Which grew to 9 engineers in 3 months<br />3) Then received 3 resignation letters from the original engineers all in one month (I think I broke the record here)<br />4) Hired 2 more new engineers in 2 months, looking for one more<br />5) So 1 experienced engineer, 1 relatively new one and 5 new babies to look after (one more baby coming soon)<br />6) Crazy deadlines to meet, a huge project to drive, fires to put out, new people to train, battles to fight<br />7) Oh, and throw in a miscarriage, 1 week to heal physically, came back to deal with a project behind schedule and months of depression after that<br /><br />Today, we meet our 2nd milestone. Somehow, dear LP and I managed to hold this new team together despite all the challenges we faced. Everyday is a battle of running to meetings, coaching new hires, talking to other teams and departments. Sometimes I hide in the toilet, sometimes in a conference room, sometimes I hide at home. If it weren't for LP, I would throw in my badge and head running to the door.<br /><br />Despite it all, at this moment, I am truly contented. Just a few days ago, I was tempted to quit. But there's always that nice feeling of accomplishment when you've managed to survive yet another round of shit.<br /><br />It just makes you a teeny bit stronger each time.<br /><br /><br />Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12254416925998526394noreply@blogger.com4