I forgot how quiet Nusa Dua beach is until today. The last time when we got ourselves checked into Tanjung Benoa, it was a hell of a racket to begin with. Loads by loads of busses loom the entire 2 way narrow ‘alley’ in Tg. Benoa, adding on the dust fillied pavement as I walk past to one of the unassuming Bakso stalls for tea or brunch or what ever that is supposed to be called.
Nusa Dua to some extend eludes reality. To some extend. It’s almost still albeit the passing by of Paks and Bus offering generic floral printed dresses, Frangipani styrofoam hair clips (which makes you wonder if mutanity has taken some toll over electric blue or bright pink Frangipanis), some endearing light weight kites with shapes of a boat, fish, dragonfly and subtle offering on their motor sports (they pronounced it much as moto se-port) services which covers the likes of parasailing, flying fish, banana boats, well, er, everything else along that line.
So here I am.
The 5th time. I was still enthralled by the landing of the aircraft and need of it to make a u-turn everytime it is about to land on this cultured island. It never ceased to put a smile on my face whenever I look below the craft just as I could feel the descendant of the altitude, filling the scene vast blue turquoise waters, quietly washing the island.
My thoughts flickers between winning Farm Frenzy over Eugene from that free version game of iTunes for ‘free loaders,’ reading about the silly Wooster and Jeeves and making small fusses over direct sun rays bestowed unto my about-to wrinkled skin.
I amazed myself with the degree of shying away from direct sunlight (not that I mind but I am witnessing frightful apprearance of freckles over my body and face. Argh! If only I stand flawless, here stands a tan female I say. That pariah SOL was just lamenting the other day that some place in Gardens has opened a tanning salon, she apparently was wondering who in the right frame of mind would be frequenting such places. Obviously, it was all said in less of such demure English) but yet, just after my shower 10 minutes ago, I realised half of my left body is showing a healthy glow of sun marks. Red and healthy I daresay. Then what ever is to happen to my right side? That means some work tomorrow...argh....
Tomorrow I shall be getting that balance alright, I hope.
Along with this wonder, I did a very short run along the paved path on the entire beach. It was a short span as compared to Chaweng but it was fun. Plus, the path is flat enough not to harm any tendons or cartilage. I think. And the path was crossing through all hotel fronts along Nusa Dua.
Ain’t that nice?
And thus, my effort to lose those kilos are relatively commendable. I am quite please. Nevertheless, I wish to persevere until I am back to my wannabe 48kg (ala some 6 years back). There is nothing that could take away a person’s dream being able to walk around without a tinge of worry (of oozing lard) over whatever is put / hung over the body. That if you ask me, IS luxury. Haha... But I am not all that wanting to be that skinny bitch ala chicks on the runway.
Anyway, while holidaying, my critical and cynical thoughts lay pretty numb half of the time. So I kind of lack of lustre in writing. My mind is often not working except for basic living propensity. Which inclines me to read, play no brainer games and exercise.
Speaking of which, I had a chin-chai game of badminton prior to my running. Some mere 10 minutes of slow pacing hitting to and fro. It was quite fun albeit Eugene never cease to lament that my standards are like child-play to him. Hah! Just wait till I praticse... haha.
Maybe I should also grab the ping pong bat tomorrow. But I am no good of a ping pong player as Micheal Jordan to frying chicken, I just hit like a 9 year old. *grin*
So much of cakap kosong. Well, I will still be here tomorrow but I wish to have like a week more of this. Unfortunately, beggars can’t be much of a chooser when time is not all that I have.
Nusa Dua to some extend eludes reality. To some extend. It’s almost still albeit the passing by of Paks and Bus offering generic floral printed dresses, Frangipani styrofoam hair clips (which makes you wonder if mutanity has taken some toll over electric blue or bright pink Frangipanis), some endearing light weight kites with shapes of a boat, fish, dragonfly and subtle offering on their motor sports (they pronounced it much as moto se-port) services which covers the likes of parasailing, flying fish, banana boats, well, er, everything else along that line.
So here I am.
The 5th time. I was still enthralled by the landing of the aircraft and need of it to make a u-turn everytime it is about to land on this cultured island. It never ceased to put a smile on my face whenever I look below the craft just as I could feel the descendant of the altitude, filling the scene vast blue turquoise waters, quietly washing the island.
My thoughts flickers between winning Farm Frenzy over Eugene from that free version game of iTunes for ‘free loaders,’ reading about the silly Wooster and Jeeves and making small fusses over direct sun rays bestowed unto my about-to wrinkled skin.
I amazed myself with the degree of shying away from direct sunlight (not that I mind but I am witnessing frightful apprearance of freckles over my body and face. Argh! If only I stand flawless, here stands a tan female I say. That pariah SOL was just lamenting the other day that some place in Gardens has opened a tanning salon, she apparently was wondering who in the right frame of mind would be frequenting such places. Obviously, it was all said in less of such demure English) but yet, just after my shower 10 minutes ago, I realised half of my left body is showing a healthy glow of sun marks. Red and healthy I daresay. Then what ever is to happen to my right side? That means some work tomorrow...argh....
Tomorrow I shall be getting that balance alright, I hope.
Along with this wonder, I did a very short run along the paved path on the entire beach. It was a short span as compared to Chaweng but it was fun. Plus, the path is flat enough not to harm any tendons or cartilage. I think. And the path was crossing through all hotel fronts along Nusa Dua.
Ain’t that nice?
And thus, my effort to lose those kilos are relatively commendable. I am quite please. Nevertheless, I wish to persevere until I am back to my wannabe 48kg (ala some 6 years back). There is nothing that could take away a person’s dream being able to walk around without a tinge of worry (of oozing lard) over whatever is put / hung over the body. That if you ask me, IS luxury. Haha... But I am not all that wanting to be that skinny bitch ala chicks on the runway.
Anyway, while holidaying, my critical and cynical thoughts lay pretty numb half of the time. So I kind of lack of lustre in writing. My mind is often not working except for basic living propensity. Which inclines me to read, play no brainer games and exercise.
Speaking of which, I had a chin-chai game of badminton prior to my running. Some mere 10 minutes of slow pacing hitting to and fro. It was quite fun albeit Eugene never cease to lament that my standards are like child-play to him. Hah! Just wait till I praticse... haha.
Maybe I should also grab the ping pong bat tomorrow. But I am no good of a ping pong player as Micheal Jordan to frying chicken, I just hit like a 9 year old. *grin*
So much of cakap kosong. Well, I will still be here tomorrow but I wish to have like a week more of this. Unfortunately, beggars can’t be much of a chooser when time is not all that I have.
