HEART X BREAKERS

have never felt or sounded finer than today,

so i’ve been out of the loop for what feels like the last, forever.

Bali has left me with a yucky flu (of the upper half only thank god) a cut off Erin W shorts tan (hahah shitt) and in desperate shopaholic mode especially in the lead up to Fashion week! - the only thing i brought over their was dvd’s - box sets, cocktails, diet coke, bottled water and japanese food ( my dad got so mad at me when i continuously hinted at having japanese for dinner… but we both agree that nasi and mie goreng has to be the foulest food ever. i never want to see fried egg or fried noodles again. !) so the moment i got home from my o/n flight i hot showered and settled in with the latest from my fave blogs, a tab for topshop and the latest gossip girl season 3 episode.

don’t get me at allll wrong, most of bali’s population are friendly, and nice, i went alll over the island exploring on motorbikes and empty beaches, diving and seeing pretty things.. but the nagging, dishonesty, tourist crowds and tourist influenced purchasable items populous of the main centres (kuta, legian and seminyak) made me want to gag.

and i still don’t understand why every second shop is selling the same thing. really what the fuck is the point?

I’m homesick for home. I don’t like being hassled by crowds to buy knock off shit and i want the familiarity of knowing what im eating and the lack of unecessary zeros tacked onto monopoly-esq money.i don’t like the film of sweat covering my body when im not in a pool, or the collection of zits that have threatened to take residence all over my face. i hate coconuts fried anything, beer or being seen as a walking wallet.

dare i say it, but im terrrrrrible at shopping here.

i never want to see the words, nasi mie and goreng again.

i never want to see another bintang singlet, braided hair, or pocari sweat drink,

i never want to be called darling, mistaken for being my dads wife, or asked if id like a massage or “taksi” or more (dodgey) tattooos.

central bali is not for me… well at least not knowing anyone other than your crazy dad, and hating heat or people hassling you when your shopping.

however, if i put the heat and hawkers aside, i have been scuba diving for the past week. photos when i get home, but shit i’ve seen so many nemo’s yet they still don’t get old.. and lived in 2 pairs of cutoffs and 2 singlets or my swimmers for the bast 2weeks. hahaha

biggest contrast to home/ what i come home to (fashion week)