By the time i typed this post, it means i am 18 years young already (i dislike saying 'years old' because the fact is i am still young by heart and soul). Nothing too much of me turning 18, just a family dinner at The Peak. Dad was supposedly to be away on that month for business trip but he sweetly returned back to Jakarta for my birthday. Thus mother without any further plan booked a few nights stay at Padma, Bandung. We visited Padma back then when its name is still Malya. The serenity stays the same about this place. How old again am I when I came there? I still played around during the Sunday club making bunny shaped chocolate but not this time. The 18th years-young me preferred reading books by the pool side accompanied by the breathtaking view in front of me.