Escape to Bali

I flew to Jakarta in business class.

Oh yes I did. I've lived for 18 years and had finally had a taste of what it's like to fly business class. They upgraded us for free, which was the best part.

Such a big seat, so comfy, so spacious I looooooved it.

They serve you welcome drinks in wine glasses. How classy is that?!

When those from the economy class have no choice regarding the menu, we were allowed to choose between 2 set meals: omelette or rendang chicken.

Shall work harder next time to earn enough money and fly business class again =D

Since they don't have the train thingy in Jakarta airport, they transport passengers to the immigration via buses and limos. Of course, the business class people enjoy the latter.

Stayed in the Aston Inn Tuban. 20 minutes walk to Kuta beach.

The thing I love about this hotel is its decorations. Everything is purple.

Purple painting, purple pillows, purple wall, purple shampoo and shower gel with lavender scent!!

Our guide, Made Mulyana (or Yana), was so friendly and helpful. He brought us for aroma therapy + traditional Balinese massage after we settled down.

Frankly, it felt so awkward and embarrassing when the masseuse asked me to strip off every piece of clothing and lie on the mattress completely naked. Alright, not utterly naked. Anyway the massage was good.

We had dinner in this pretty gazebo. Indonesian cuisine, flying Gurame fish being the plat de jour.

Doesn't it look as if it's flying?

After dinner, we went for a sojourn around Kuta Central. It's like the Balinese version of Bintang Walk, only crappier. You see so many Dolce & Gabbana outlets you'd know none of them are real.

The streets were filled with ang mohs walking around topless or in mini tube dresses. I saw hot bods ranging from any size to any number of packs to any skin tone to any density of hair LOL.

The memorial erected after the terrorist bombing tragedy in Bali.

P/S: Results aren't what I expected. Felt better till I saw them leaving for UK and Hong Kong. Could be in Edinburgh by next month if I got the scholarship, but I'm too much of an idiot.

Took me a while to wake up and see that the problem is my pride. Like what Mrs. Dharma said, "I'm really happy for you. You did well, nothing's hurt, except maybe your pride."

I can always do my masters in Oxford.

Heartiest thanks to him who took leave and accompanied me to get my results, talked me through, assured me and suffered a summons for me.