Over the National Day weekend, I went away on a road trip to Malacca with my old JC mates - F, A, P, A and B. We don't spend as much time with one another as before but when we get together, I appreciate the quality time and laughs. We get the kick from all the constant jabbing and teasing, especially B and I, who are the silliest and we get each other with a hint of a grin or a snigger.
I've been to Malacca countless times but this was the first time I've stayed at the wonderful Majestic Hotel -and it's worth every penny of the S$230 per night with its heritage charm and luxurious rooms. I looove the bath tub and sprawlingly huge bed, and wasted no time in drawing a foamy bath. We also ate so much that it's indecent to mention. Of course we did our rounds at the usual chicken rice balls shop and cendol at Jonker street, and dinner at the Teochew restaurant and Kengdom, but we also tried the morning bah ku teh coffeeshop for brekkie (thumbs up) and dinner at Nancy's Kitchen (over-rated). Overall it was a great road trip with my mates - love you guys!
August was an indulgent month indeed. A couple of weeks later, I had a staycation at The Fullerton, hanging out with Mic and Margh who were my classmates from Perugia. It was such a joy to see them again, esp Mic who is my dear fellow Cancerian and we def share a lot of giggles together, despite our 20-year difference.
We laughed at everything and took the piss out of staying at The Fullerton which was quite disappointing compared to the grande dame, Raffles. For S$1,000 per night, the suite was not up to scratch. The high-tea at the lobby was honestly crap and the room service was worse. And with my luck, I stepped on a dead bee at the pool's shower and the duty manager can only looked at me meekly and said 'You better go to the Raffles Hospital'. I told Mic we better move to The Raffles. Lol.
We made plans to go on a tiger safari in India next year and hopefully can meet up in Italia. I do miss my motherland so much so I want to book a flight back for Natale... but before that, I think L and I deserve a vacanza together, so I surprised him with a pair of tickets to Tokyo for his birthday in October. You should have seen his shocked expression, senza parole.
The poor boy's been working his arse off and we hardly spent quality time together, so this'd be a precious trip to eat, play and love. Also, it has always been his dream to visit Japan (it's his first love) and I always remembered our first conversation at the hotel lobby where he was working on a night shift - and I was on my last night in Italy in 2005. 'I want to marry a Japanese girl, (glanced at me), or maybe a Singaporean,' he said in all seriousness. So now I told him this is his last chance to see all the sweet Japanese girls before deciding to marry me. Hehe.
