Some time back in the midst of a crazy month of continuous-working-without-taking-weekends-off, I flew to Bali for a conference with three other peeps from Sg.

There was this fascinating arty thang at the airport which I thought was ingenious! ‘Interactive’ art with minimal fuss indeed!

Place a piece of paper over the embossed art provided and colour over it to get your picture.

It is becoming a habit to take a picture of plane food, why??

Welcome!

We took reeeeaaaallly long to reach the resort from the airport. There was supposed to be a meeting with the biggie bosses on the day we touched down, just before our dinner, but noone managed to reach on time, not even the bosses!

What a beautiful sky.

The story of how Le Meridien got chosen goes like this: the HQ’s secretary did not know where was a good place for the conference so she went through the entire list of resorts and hotels in Bali, then chose the one which she felt has the nicest and classiest name. >.< Talk about being random!

And so with a wee bit of time to spare before dinner, the lot of us got settled into our individual rooms.

Awesome? Not quite yet…

It’s this big? Not quite yet…

There’s still the bathroom..

and the kinda-open concept bathtub..

and the balcony which overlooked part of the resort, the pool, the beach and the sea. Whee, awesomeness!

I can’t capture a good shot of the view.

Not high-classy [for some of you atas peeps out there] but it is zen and fuss-free, just the way I like it!

Dinner was a pleasant affair, though I was a tad uncomfy doing the socialising bit. I found myself ‘clicking’ well with the Koreans. =) The dinner dragged on quite late into the night before people started heading back to their rooms to rest for the three-day conference ahead.

Getting down to work the next morning.

That was my fourth cup of [this type of] coffee [which I do not normally drink because it gives me tummyaches], and it was only 11+am. Not that the conference was boring, but because I was too exhausted from neverending work the past weeks before. :/

A demonstration.

The [disarmingly charming] guy in the picture is one of smaller bigwigs [contradictions eh?] from the HQ. My immediate boss in Sg was telling me how this guy was still very schoolboyish last year before he got thrown in the position he is currently in. Within 6 months, his hair turned grey. Woah. And he is only about five years older than me?

Well, if anything at all, I think his sandy hair contributes to his charm.

They were passing out these for hands-on and testing, and I got this one. I was immediately kesian because the serial number was 01 9214. Like, o-kay..

[to be continued...]