40 degrees of guilt.

Bali tomorrow.

I have this gut frightening feeling that I'm gonna die. Pray Bali doesn't get bombed. I am SCARED to death.

Blekkk. I just came back from Sungai Klah. There's a hot water spring there, and it's super hot [oh duh] but in a very good way.The water is probably 45 degrees. I dipped my whole leg inside for about 10 minutes, initially I think it melted every capillary in my body but then I gradually warmed up to it. It's pretty cool [ooohh irony ]

I missed Corpus Christi.
I feel inexplicably guilty. I can't afford to miss a very important feast day. Call me an over-Christianized idiot or whatever you feel is suitable, but I can't shake this awful feeling for missing my time to be with God. O.o
Or maybe I'm a double standards practicing bastard. Geez, it's not my fault I'm worrisome for my trip.
I never did like flights. I normally adore the destination, but naturally, I hate the journey. Who knows, terrorist might hijack the Boeing 747 and probably do a 9/11. You never know right?
I can't possibly help but to be a little overzealous. Potential precarious situations.


I am BORED. Sze Yann finally updated her blog. So I'm gonna somehow force her to get a chatbox now.

Bye bye world.
17 Magazine by Relient K is so ADORABLE.