i guess the trip was fun?
go-karting was the kicks. going full throttle in and outta corners without having to consider whether you gonna send someone else's arse flying is some kinky stuff. indeed, it reinforced the belief i held so long since... one is only alive when one is hanging on the line and feeling the wind at full speed, knowing that the slightest mistake could end everything.
some starvation after that. lol. guess there really wasnt that much to do at batam, so we spent most time slacking in the hotel room. some $1 mee goreng solved all that problem though.
day 2! cable ski-ing! finally confident with my starts, i decided to take a step further, going for the jump starts and poppin', which was successful! thanks to some advice from the peeps, and not forgeting some skateboarding which was last performed at least 10 years ago.
due to mechanical errors, our ski-ing was cut short, so we decided to jump off the 3(?) story high structure. there is seriously something wrong with us. and frankly speaking, i pride myself for having some guts, but after slowly climbing up the structure, throwing my life jacket off and watching it fall and seeing how puny those people below me was, i practically trembled where i stood. it looks so much easier than done. my deepest respect to all who jumped, and those who didn't, it doesnt mean you guys are any less braver. just maybe alot more sane.
shopping at batam centre was cool. talk about dirt cheap stuff! although some stuff cost about the same. but adidas trainers for 40bucks?! boardshorts for 60bucks?! damn i am so gonna go back there. n i guess candy got alittle pleasant surprise! lol, after all, surprises are so much more effective after disappointment.
some kinky drinking after that. alotta people got wasted, and between the 6 of us, we finished 1 bottle of chivas n 1 bottle of tequila. which also resulted in some puking. but i wont name who. just that its not me. some violence-induced daidee followed, and i guess i kinda left a mark on some people.
arsenal won! but not that i really care. couldnt even be bothered watching the match. breakfast the next day was over real fast, but well... some massive tanning and swimming followed, but the funniest shit also happened.
i happened to spot a woman, positioning her chest at the hotel's pool fountains. some public getting off? LOL
home sweet home, and the proud new owner of a bottle of baileys and a traditional glass coke bottle.
not to mention some sore joints and like 10,000 bruises.
posted by vinzzzz @ 8:30 PM
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