Past Perfect Senses

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
- Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

Not that all we ever did was eat (it was); or lounge around (that, too). I wrote two haikus over the South China Sea, and another on the edge of the world (deliberately forgetting I might bump into a bit of Australia). I even made a little drawing with my bit of skillfulness with the pen (zero bit, that is).

Au revoir, Manila! I said, and meant it, and brought some Coke with me, in my belly:

Pay up, Coca-Cola.

But, first, to Fatherland.

Which just keeps getting better—with its ultra-modern, curvy buildings, and whyever on earth a rectangle when you can have one in the shape of a lotus flower?

Marina Bay Sands, or, Pretty Things

New Majestic is the first hotel I ever booked myself because it inspired. Each of its 30 rooms is unique and designed or artworked by local artists.

And because C and I are positive arguably to a fault, we got an upgrade, of course. Clicky—

We vowed to make this stopover the very opposite of our first trip and thus had an official itinerary, as follows:

NMH being on Bukit Pasoh Road, Chinatown was map-in-hand walkable.

No, not her hands. Jeez.

We could have eaten at the first restaurant we came upon, right at the tip of what we supposed was officially the Chinatown boundary, everything on the pictures looked so excellent. Or the next one, or the next one, streets and streets and alleys and stall after stall of noodles and fried rice and all sorts of dimsum however does one choose??? And so, it had to be, "Where there's aircon", and we entered the first we saw fitting the bill.

Have I ever made a more delicious decision in my life? I believe not.

Coke, pay up, I said.

Golden Cereal Prawns are the stuff of legend. A thousand fist-sized savory sweetnesses on a plate with the spaces all around and in between interspersed with golden buttery cereal and mystery green leaves which turned out to be curry leaves oh my God who invented this??? Have you been reading my mind??? Could you also make me unintelligibly happy in the areas of Love and/or Money? On second thoughts, THIS is Love, and it cost us Money. Hm. You win this round.

At any rate, I therefore had to make:

Golden Cereal Scallops. Lacks curry leaves.

We managed to walk along Temple Street too, we were so determined to make Fatherland proud.

Not that it's that far off from Chinatown.

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