Journey Day 4 (Motorcycling to Eastern Bali – Amed)
It rained torrendously over the night. I had to wake up, roll down the shades and moved our stuffs away from the balcony.
When I woke up again at 630am, it’s still raining and there was a small pool of water in the room. Just a perfect day to laze around. But we had plans.

Not wanting to eat banana pancake for breakfast again, we preordered black rice pudding the night below. To Singaporeans and Malaysians in the know, it’s basically Pulut Hitam. I cannot remember having it in the past ten years because of an overdose during my two years in green. So I had almost forgotten its good taste.
Read up a bit on rice pudding and realised that it’s a common dish around the world. Maybe it would be a good idea to open a dessert stall that sells different varieties of rice pudding. 😀
Daydream, delusion, limousine, eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and rice puddings
I’m a delusion angel
I’m a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don’t want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we’re going
Lodged in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I carry you
You’ll carry me
That’s how it could be
Don’t you know me?
Don’t you know me by now?
– Misquoted from Before Sunrise

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