I know I’ve neglected this blog for months and I’m sure nobody follows it anymore but for my good friends (like Kyle) who really want an update, here’s a little project I just completed for school…
The brief: Create a small website (from scratch with html and css) for a fictional character but make it seem real (i.e. no references to the movie or book etc where it comes from) and put your own little twist on it. So I created…
I know, I’ve been a very bad blogger. Blogging weekly was the only resolution I made this year but I’ve already broken it in the first quarter. Oops. Time has rocketed by while I’ve been busy working with a branding-advertising hybrid agency. It’s been a lot of fun and a great learning process. More on that later but for now, as promised, here are some pictures of my trip to Lombok…
Poolside at Puri Mas Boutique Resort and Spa
…which looks out onto scenes of traditional fishermen at work or more likely, at play.
Beachfront on Gili Air, one of the Gili Islands nearby
The outdoor rain shower–the best feature of the room
Cute toiletries, the eco-friendly way
[Pictures to come]
Right, instead of continuing to wait on images, I’ll get on with the story. This was my first time to Lombok and I’d heard great things about it from a good friend. She said it was a largely undeveloped island (read: mostly tourist-free) with lots of new accommodations being built so you could stay at a pretty luxurious place for quite little. I was sold.
I went with Puri Mas Boutique Resort, number 3 on tripadvisor’s list of top accommodations in Lombok. The pictures weren’t great but the reviews were, and for SGD$67 a night, I hoped for the best. It was a Mr. and Mrs. Smith hotel after all.
Our 45-minute ride from the airport to the hotel was introduction enough to what to expect with regards to urban life there. Rural countryside scenes were mixed with half-constructed buildings and next to monsoon-season lakes where a lot of fishing was going on, there would be a giant heap of junk. Brian and I got a little bit nervous.
When we arrived at the hotel though, the staff was absolutely lovely. Our standard room was better than I expected from the pictures that I’d seen online but our outdoor bathroom with rain shower was a sweet deal. There was only one restaurant in the resort but the menu was wide-ranging in cuisine. We stuck to the local food though, which was cheaper than the rest of the stuff and tasted pretty good. Brian really liked their beef satay.
Over the course of 4 days, we enjoyed having the infinity pool almost all to ourselves (it being low season). Walks on the incredibly soft black sand beach right in front of the hotel were pretty amazing. By day, we watched fishermen and surfers share their watery playground and by night we saw tiny crab come out of hiding, dodging our feet as they searched for food. The only annoying thing about walking along the beach was when the locals came at you to tout their handmade products, but then you felt bad for them cos’ they have to make a living too. Brian bought a wrist band from one of them who insisted he was the first customer all week. We were skeptical.
Taxi rides into town were extremely cheap, about SGD$2 per trip but there wasn’t much to do in town except eat and drink. Food there was half the price of the food in the hotel though and just as good if not better so we had a few meals there.
In general, Lombok is a place where you’ll want to do outdoor activities. There are several companies that will take you to the nearby Gili islands to scuba dive or snorkel. Although, I’ve heard it really isn’t the best place in Indonesia to dive. And from my own snorkeling experience, the beautifully blue-green waters above lie about what’s below. I saw a diaper float by me as I was watched the pretty fish. So litter is a bit of a problem. There’s also surfing and hiking in Lombok. If you want to make the climb up to the island’s live volcano called Mount Rinjani, allow more than 4 days for your entire trip.
So, I’m really not sure what to conclude about Lombok. The service at the hotel we stayed at was awesome and the locals seem very happy with the simple life. I’d love to walk on that black sand beach again just because of how good it felt under my feet (possibly better than any white sand beach I’ve walked on). I think that the island could be lovelier if they cleaned it up a little and stopped throwing trash everywhere.
I know I’m supposed to tell you all about my trip to Lombok but I’m waiting on photos to post and that means the stories will have to wait till next week. Sorry! Instead, I want to share the magnificent humour Ricky Gervais with those of you who are yet unacquainted.
The host of the 2011 Golden Globes bruised the delicate egos of celebrities who were the butt of the host’s sharp jokes. They thought he was being mean-spirited and even called him out on it during the show. But he was so spot on, it’s hard not to think he’s absolutely brilliant. See for yourself…
Inside the gates at Changi Airport
Since it’s still Sunday in America I thought I’d sneak a filler post in just so I don’t miss a week. Will tell you all about my trip to Lombok, Indonesia next week. Akan datang (stay tuned…)
It’s been five years since I was home for Chinese New Year and I was super excited to relive all the feasting and family reunions and receiving of red packets (containing auspicious amounts of mulah). But it’s day 3 of the 15 day celebrations and I’m feeling a little disappointed. It’s just not as fun as I remember it.
I was talking to Brian about it and he remarked that it’s the same with Christmas. It used to be so fun when we were little. Maybe it’s because us grown-ups get to have fun whenever we like and we don’t have to wait for special occasions either.
Have a great Rabbit Year everybody!
Back to what I wanted to say last week. Brian and I were looking for something to do in Singapore other than eating and shopping (local pastimes) so we headed to the Southern Ridges (well, one of them anyway). We parked at Mount Faber and armed with mosquito repellent, hydrating fluid and a towel, we set off for the Henderson Waves.
It was a pretty cool bridge.
That is, until I started walking over it.
As some of you know, I’m ridiculously terrified of heights and I could see through the tiny gaps in the wood paneling down to the ground below. It didn’t help that some of the floor boards creaked when we stepped over them either. I’m sure the bridge was perfectly sturdy but that’s the thing about phobias isn’t it? They aren’t rational. Anyway, a little more than five minutes later and we were on the other side.
We had a good walkabout the forest, marveling at the crazy trees that grow in this part of the world and birds we’d never seen before.
There were some weird moments, like when we came across a guy who was sitting in a corner, shaking his head about left and right, and eyes closed in a trance. We were also rather disappointed that a sign that promised a lovely stream at the bottom of the hill actually led us to a terribly man-made pond with a dead baby terrapin in it. Boo. And then there were the mosquitoes. We foolishly thought the mozzies might be sleeping in the afternoon and decided against spraying ourselves with repellent. Some of my bites still itch a week later.
All in all though, I would definitely recommend going up there at least once, especially if you aren’t a scardy cat like I am.
Had my posts wiped out twice today on wordpress on my iphone so I’m giving up right now. Sorry folks! Till next week!
Methodist Girls’ School (view from the secondary school block)
I went back to my old school building this week to work on a copywriting project. I haven’t been there in forever and the nostalgia hit me like a tsunami.
I couldn’t resist going around taking pictures of what used to be a giant playground for my friends and I. The place looked the same but a lot smaller than I remember.
For instance, these tiny slopes used to be our favorite slides…
By the car park
By the tuck shop
Mount Sophia holds generations of memories for those of us whose mothers and grandmothers went to MGS. Even though I only went to that campus for 4 years, my experiences there are firmly etched in my brain…
The Primary School Basement
This (above) is where we assembled on my very first day of school (and the days after). It’s where my grandmother left a banana in my bag and my books reeked of rotten bananas for half a year. It’s where we played catch before school and during recess and where I learned that pulling my little friend Ruth’s pigtails would result in my arm being twisted behind my back. I never did it again.
One of the science labs
Loads of valuable lessons were learnt here. Here (above) is where we had our science lab classes in secondary 1. I was taught the painful lesson that real scientists take whiffs, they don’t stick their noses in beakers and breathe in. Ouch. I can still smell that burnt magnesium.
I think we don’t often visit places we hold close to our hearts but have had to abandon because we’re afraid they won’t look the same as we remember. My old school campus, while architecturally the same, is now occupied by a bunch of advertising and design related firms. Even though I’m glad there’s a continuation of creative activity there, I’m sad it’s become a soulless place… or has it? Perhaps our memories will always remain and the stories we made up to scare each other like the one about the witch in the buried well will echo it’s walls forever.
I know I haven’t been regularly updating this blog but I blame it on the fact that I’m living and enjoying each moment too much to stop and talk about it. Still, I’ve decided to take up
Wordpress’ challenge to post every week (well their original challenge was to post everyday but I’m taking the wussy route) because I think I should really try and write as much as possible
outside of work. So, to my five or so readers out there, would you encourage me by way of your comments? Meanwhile, I leave you with a shot of my faithful blogging companion Caesar…. 
