Surfing in Bali
Just got back from Bali and i’m so tanned right now! hah!
I still remember my first ever “real” trip to the beach was to Redang. Back then, i was an adrenaline junkie! Basically i always try to kill myself by trying to pet the sharks or jump off the cliff. And my friends labelled me “accident-prone” because i always end up with blood or bruises in whatever i do.
Well.. that was back then.
I think aging also means that right now i’m matured enough to know that sharks bite and jumping off the cliff equals suicide. Whatever it is, i have always been a beach person and the idea of sun tanning and just laying on the sands excites me. Actually, i have not changed much, i still love the beach to bits, but i know the excitement is slowly dying off. And going to the beach… doesn’t make me sleepless anymore.
Surfing in bali was great fun! It reminded me of my surfing days back in 2004. Waves there is really epic! No wonder everyone says that surfing in Bali and Aus is the best. I was a little paranoid surfing again since my last surf ended up with a bloody elbow and knee :/ Thanks to “soul surfer” all i keep thinking when im tumbling in the waves are sharks and rocks and corals ergh. Nevertheless, time of my life <3
Being back in bali makes me realize that i really am not a meat person. Or maybe their pork is just really porky-smelly :/
Everyone i know travels for different reasons. Some for shopping, some for food, mostly to relax and chill or party.
As for me,everytime i travel to a foreign country, i try my best to learn other’s culture, language, food, visit not just the touristy places but also more local places and get to meet new friends from other country and understand what it is like to be living in their country. Sometimes by doing that, we will be more appreciative of our own country; and we can then identify what we have done right/wrong in our homeland.
Of late, I’m getting too philosophical.
At times, i find that my perception of things changes easily as i am gullible and easy to persuade. Most of the time i regret not having a stance of my own, but sometimes, its easier not having to think and decide for myself.
My point is, i guess i’m starting to lose my own voice.
I don’t have a backup plan anymore.
I miss having debates and conversations with intellectual people. Somehow i talk trashy nowadays and i no longer am as confident as i was. hurrrr.. *tehhorrrorrrr* Possibly due to my withdrawal from the social world, and drowning myself with routine work everyday T____T
FML. i need some drama.