how to kill an ant

How? You just stomp on it.

I was out for a pre-planned short trip which destination and itinerary does nothing to me. Not being a brat but considering the current turn of events in chocpot land, I was in the mood for somewhere else. Anybody who knows me would know that I’m the sea, sun and sand type of person. Despite that, the change of scenery was warmly welcomed.

Earlier on, I was told not to sound distressed in my postings for concern that a certain someone feels victorious over what recently transpired. *sigh* It’s my damn blog. I write what I want and at that point of time, I wrote what I was feeling. I’m allowed that, surely? At least I’m not in denial. It's about me here, NOT you. I don't see how I'm offending others simply by acknowledging what I feel.

Well, the main feature of this short trip was shopping. Was I excited? On the contrary. I found it a bit humdrum else than the trip to the volcano, Tangkuban Parahu, which journey was fringed with pine trees, tea plantations, cutesy rabbits for sale and cutesy rabbits turned into sate kelinci (oh no.. poor bunny babies..). Our guide told us the local legend of Dayang Sumbi and Sangkuriang, despite it being a tad incestuous (this is an understatement!!), it made me smile. If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away, albeit your ‘imperfections’ and if you don’t feel likewise, it is only right to use your wit and lightly guide him to another direction without making him feel like a multiple train wreck victim. Check out the legend here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tangkuban_Perahu

It was cold and foggy that morning, and we agreed that it was definitely the wrong day to go bare and only wear shorts! Poor HAL! He suffered a case of freezing balls. Hehee.. I didn’t venture down to the centre of the crater to view the hot springs up close as I couldn’t really stand the smell of sulphur emitting from the crater. I don’t think the angklung man would follow me down to the crater to provide me music, no? Of course we were hounded by the extremely persistent peddlers – the trick is not to ask the price (unless you are interested lah), just say thank you, smile and quietly walk away. I then made my way down to the Ciater Hot Springs and took a private room and did bath things. Simply for the experience.


I am in my hot bath phase anyway. Do I really have to explain myself?

The people are friendly and nice, very accomodating. But then again we were tourists. One thing for sure the roadusers just do whatever the heck it is they want to do anywhere. Missed a junction? Reverse. Wrong road? Do a u-turn immediately. Red light? Whatever. Sounds crazy? It is, but it isn't a chaos because they do freely give way. Very accomodating. Thus everything moves so slowly.


Oh, I also saw the fanciest 5-a-sec. Yes, the drycleaning place. It was a 2-floor shop (yes, not a relatively hole-in-the-wall kinda shop lot) and had pretty flowers painted all over the building with its own parking spaces. Fancy schmancy. It’s insane.



The food was so so except for nasi padang and me overdosing on tempe. I was loving the tempe and the tempe snacks. Maybe I should own a tempe factory for an unlimited lifetime supply of tempe. Hmmm.. Point to consider. Anyway, it was rice all the way throughout the trip except the Kebun Bunga breakfast every morning (thus my overdosing on cheese) and the baso dinner the final night. I swear I put on weight and inches.

We went to a bar on the last night and HK was actively flirting with the bartender. That was quite an amusing scene to watch. I just can’t be arsed to bother. The 5 minute walk back to our hotel was somehow stretched to a 15 minute hilarious event. That was good fun.

Would I go again? It would take a lot of convincing for me to go back there. I probably would if it involves a visit to Borubudur, 8 hours drive from Bandung.

There you go MBA. My posting. You owe me ten hugs :p