I like dressing words up and dramatizing everything but when something truly amazing does happen, I get clamped up about it. It feels like a secret, my secret, and any retelling of it would kill the magic.
But knowing my shit memory, it is best to ink everything down.
Gabriel spent most of the coach ride dozing off and his head kept threatening to bump onto the lady's next to him so I had to balance catching snatches of the city and tugging at his snoring head. Still, the ride was quite bubbly for me.
In fact, this was from my notes app:
I always thought I'm done with Bintan after my previous trip. I remember me and my friends talking to a stranger and having him bring us on his bike to a farm. How do you top that!? But in the last trip, I neglected to look at the landscape of the city.
Littered with poverty at every turn, the island of Bintan looked and felt like a poetic mess. Sure I throw that word around a lot but it stands true.
The villagers here each have their own way of spicing up their humble abode. Some paint their houses, some decorate it with flowers, some do simple graffiti and some build nice fences. It is the touch of individuality that HDBs have robbed us long ago of.
In my hour long ride, I finally saw my first family shot. In between typing, I saw a nice, stone-built home. A mother carried a baby on her lap as her toddler looked on at us, walking towards the road curiously.
The clouds here are denser and the greenery greener. the roads are longer and the air is colder. I await for more Bintan will bring me in the next 24 hours
I kept the "mr and mrs abriel" card awww.
There was a window of time where the masseuse left us and we were left to enjoy the spa. Most of the time was him taking messy shots of me while I took fantastic-as-fuck photos of him. I blame my great photography skills.
I think it's nice that I finally found him. In between rolling my eyes at his lousy innuendos and twitching my lips at his lame jokes, I still do believe he's the happiest thing to have ever happened to me.
Thank you for everything.
From the surprise dinner to the surprise gifts to the fireworks you set off to the entire vacation. I don't think I could ever forget how I felt that day. Thank you for pampering me senseless and being so damned lovable.
Oh man I'm really not good with sappy posts.
In fact, this was from my notes app:
I always thought I'm done with Bintan after my previous trip. I remember me and my friends talking to a stranger and having him bring us on his bike to a farm. How do you top that!? But in the last trip, I neglected to look at the landscape of the city.
Littered with poverty at every turn, the island of Bintan looked and felt like a poetic mess. Sure I throw that word around a lot but it stands true.
The villagers here each have their own way of spicing up their humble abode. Some paint their houses, some decorate it with flowers, some do simple graffiti and some build nice fences. It is the touch of individuality that HDBs have robbed us long ago of.
In my hour long ride, I finally saw my first family shot. In between typing, I saw a nice, stone-built home. A mother carried a baby on her lap as her toddler looked on at us, walking towards the road curiously.
The clouds here are denser and the greenery greener. the roads are longer and the air is colder. I await for more Bintan will bring me in the next 24 hours
I kept the "mr and mrs abriel" card awww.
There was a window of time where the masseuse left us and we were left to enjoy the spa. Most of the time was him taking messy shots of me while I took fantastic-as-fuck photos of him. I blame my great photography skills.
I think it's nice that I finally found him. In between rolling my eyes at his lousy innuendos and twitching my lips at his lame jokes, I still do believe he's the happiest thing to have ever happened to me.
Thank you for everything.
From the surprise dinner to the surprise gifts to the fireworks you set off to the entire vacation. I don't think I could ever forget how I felt that day. Thank you for pampering me senseless and being so damned lovable.
Oh man I'm really not good with sappy posts.
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