One of a kind, many kinds.

Apart from being a responsible, sweet looking, loving and hardworking man.. I look out for details like this: his watch, the type of shoes he wears and his smell. Yeap, those are the things I keep a look out for on first meet up. Weird? I'd say so too. I love guys in pastel shirts. I love men in white shirts and especially more if he were to pair it with dark blue jeans. I love men in well-fitted tees and jeans. I love looking at a sporty kinda man. I love scruffy looking kinda man. I love funny man. I LOVE A FUNNY MAN. Ya gotta emphasize on that coz I can't be with a man who's boring and not spontaneous and fun and adventurous. No-way-can-we-click. Bonus points: strong chest, sexy arms and thattt V. Oh my, perfecto hahaha. Sure, appearance is one but how he is around me is another huge plus point. A true gentle man is easily spotted. I've worked and been around with few (or rather, many) that I can point out within the few minutes after a handshake. You may say that's unfair but hey, my judgements are hardly wrong and unfortunately, players plays it well. Though I guess they sometimes forgot who they're dealing with. Haha.

I'm not saying that I'm like a know it all because I believe that it doesn't take much to know if a man is doing it sincerely or simply wanting to score. Last I went out with a friend and he was truly one of a kind. Or rather, one of my kind. He texts to inform or update on whereabouts, he offers his non-existent blazer, kept his cool despite being injured, he's polite to all the waiters and waitresses who serves us for all our meals, he tried to pay for all but.. Let's just say I'm a working class lady and a smart one that is. Hahaha I got the bill before he could. *winks*, fetches me in a cutie ride and the whole day that we spent with each other, it was easy. Yeah I couldn't find another suitable word for it. Things just moved smoothly and they weren't even planned fyi. What's crazy? Despite my annoying handphone that kept dying on me, it didn't bother me one bit because I didn't even find the need to check on anything.

That was one of a kind, my kind but I'm not his kind and that's perfectly fine.

Just imagine when I meet my kind who's his kind too. Sparks fly. Explosions. Boomz. Okay I kid.

Bali baby bali at The Haven, Seminyak.

Visual spam for your viewing pleasure (or not).

Day 1.

We spent the first afternoon venturing and familiarizing the streets to wherever our feet could take us and the before I begin, I'd like to emphasize that The Haven Seminyak Suites is highly recommended by us. 2 bed room suite was beyond our expectation, the breakfast spread was good, service staff are all polite. In other words, there's nothing to fault with this beautiful place. Dinner by the beach aka Jimbaran Bay was quite a dissapointment as we were charged close to 1.2mil rupiah for seafood that's barely fresh and the sizes of the prawns were miserable and not forgetting, the squid were tough as hell. The only + point I can think of is the fact that the whole ambience was quaint. I mean, dinner by or rather, on the beach, was just.. ❤

 Day 2.

We we supposed to head to Mount Batur and Kintamani for lunch with a view but we were told that it was too late to make a move at 9+ 10ish? So we scrapped that idea and went ahead with outlet shopping which btw I'm still regretting because none of us hardly got anything hahaha. But it's okay, there's always another come back to +62. Highlight of the night was none other that Dale Udang Mang Engking, the spread for us 4 was beyond delectable. Every single dish hit the right spot and not forgetting that this time round, you get to eat on water (or at least, kinda heheehe). Fresh fish that's cooked in I have no idea what way was the best I had of all. I love love love it all.

Day 3.

The 3 other amigos head for White Water Rafting at Ubud and I was stuck in the bed for the first half of the morning due to my allergy reaction. So sick of having it but I'm prepared to get a few run of it in the next couple of months. Anyway, I grew restless after having a solo breakfast.. And so I ended up by the beach club. So close to sleeping on the sofa bed provided by the hotel, but I was awaken by the fact that I had nobody taking care of my belongings. That 4-5 hours of being alone in a foreign country wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I've always been an independent kinda girl so moving around, getting food or drinks, talking to strangers have never been quite a problem to me. As much as I am friendly, I'm wary of my surroundings and if too much eye contact were exchange, I'll take my leave. Hahaha don't want to get into trouble you know? :P

Oh yes, did I mentioned a surfing instructor chatted me up and then boomz, I'm riding the waves. Hahahaha I'll never forget that. Minus the abrasions on my elbows and knees, I'll do it in a heartbeat.

All photos used in this post are all by the "thorns among the roses". Hahaha. Cannot believe that I took zero photos with him aka @ghostsayboo aka Is aka person who saved my G12 to life (I'm just a noob when it comes to technology la okay guys) throughout our trip. Refreshing to see someone who takes great photos and have it on my blog. Don't you think so? :)

Cheers to living by the beach.
Cheers for awesome company that never failed to make me laugh.
Cheers to god for giving me another day to live, life.

By Isabel Hershko.

Loving someone who has walls up is not a careless decision. It takes a conscious commitment to assign yourself as the one to take the first strike at the concrete surrounding their heart. These are people who have painted over their fragile skin with instant-ready cement, blocking out the feel of fingerprints and the echo of empty promises. They tell themselves that all the little nuances that make them secret romantics have to stay hidden away.

But despite it all — despite the walls and the “do not enter” sign they hang around their neck — you might just fall for them. And in some miracle of ways, they might fall for you, too.
For them, loving you will be like walking into a construction zone: messy and just a little bit dangerous. But it all will come with the promise of tearing down old walls to make room for something open and stable.

They won’t promise that they’ll be able to hit some magic switch and all of a sudden, they’ll act differently than they always have. To say so would be a lie, and both of you know it. It’s going to take some time. Walls are a stubborn sort of architecture, and they won’t come down without a fight. Just know that the first few nights you spend together, they really will want to cuddle up close to you and burrow themselves in your arms. They’ll want to, more than anything. But they also won’t want to seem needy. They’ll sleep with their backs to you, and they’ll pray that you’ll be more courageous than they are. They’ll sleep with crossed fingers and an anxious heartbeat, hoping that eventually you’ll pull them back to you and you’ll show them that it’s okay to be endearing.

They are going to shut down. All people do, at some point or another. But for the ones who have gotten used to a life of distance, the first sharp bite of unpleasant reality is going to sting the most. During your first fight, they probably won’t say a word. They probably won’t even look at you. But they’ll come around, eventually. And they will apologize for being so distant and stubborn.
They will try not to punish you for their past, and at first, they likely will fail. As hard as this unplaced punishment may seem, try not to lose your temper. If they’ve let you know that they’re making the attempts to work with you, instead of against you like they have most others, you’re on your way. All love requires work. You may be paying for someone else’s mistakes at the moment. And it may be inherently hard. But if you’re fighting together, you’ll soon reap the rewards of someone who has ventured farther into their heart than anyone else dared. A little patience goes so far.

At the heart of it all, if a person with walls has decided they love you, they mean it. To have walls means to block yourself out, and when love nestles itself in the basement of your heart, it becomes a permanent resident banging on walls and demanding to be tended to. So although at times it may seem this fight is a one sided battle, do not forget that just because you cannot see the war raging on does not mean it doesn’t exist.

If you’re smart, you know a good thing when you see one. And this person with the walls seemingly unbreakable just might be the best thing you’ll have seen in a long, long time. So when the break down and the fight seem too much, remember what you’re fighting for. Remember than underneath the layers of doubt and distance is a person with a heart that could have been molded just for you. Loving someone with walls is never easy. But sometimes, if you’re lucky, the fight is more than worth it.

Lost, yet again.

Last night's dream was like a nightmare. Have I missed you that much till I'm feeling all sappy and weak right now? Or am I just hungry till I feel like crying at my work desk right now? That being said, I'm hungry but I've got no appetite. I don't know. It's like an accumulation of each an every feeling that I could ever experience is whirling in my stomach. I hate it when I get re runs of all these.

All I want right now is probably to curl up in someone's lap, cry, sleep and then have a plate of good bryani. Haiz.