I'm such a loser. I violate my own promise to get back on the saddle (thx for term, cum), and instead, doing this. Arghh..
I'm gonna continue telling you bout that stupid trip to Singapore. My first trip alone.
I suggest you read the #1 part first : here***Hm..It was the second day. Pushing myself towards the crowds I immersed myself quite easily. I've got some business cards with me =D which was actually LFM business cards. It was stupid to trade such kinda cards w/ people. The next afternoon, in lunch break session, I moved out. The current hotel n the backpacker lodge I'm about to check in is actually 2 MRT stations apart, but I only took one--not realizing how the second is actually much nearer until the last day--and I had to walk 3 blocks away from the station. The venue itself is located just next to the station. I was excited bout checking in. It's not my first backpacker lodge, but it
IS outside the country. ihihi...BUT! Instead of finding that Magelang-originated front officer, A singlish-speaking-chinesse-lady told me that the
girls are extending their stays that NO girl-only-room is vacant. OH! OH!, I had no back up. The wheel's spinning inside my skull, trying not to freak out or faint whatsoeva. Uh, Oh, and what's available, is a MIX-ROOM of 4! UH. OH!!! I WAS totally freaked OUT! Having boys as roommates maybe OwKey.. But having STRANGERS as roomate is...quite DAUNTING!!. My roomate was an Arabian, and another an English bloke.But the clock's ticking and I had to get back to the venue, and My feet and back sored so bad getting the load outta there. So I checked In. And ran 3 blocks back.
Each day, the seminar was always closed by a finger-food buffets dinner..!!--Which was marvellous idea as I taste every single bit of flavors in tiny amounts. So varied that my stomach would be bemused and amused at the same time and I wouldn't reali As usual I move around gatherings...introducing...and trying to make out conversations...asking business cards...fill up another plate...and I bumped into a Malaysian Man, in around his late 30's I guess...I tried to be polite of course, and after few while, he asked if I wanted to get some food more decent (than fingers). Hmmm.I had always wanted to go places while I was still there...trying new cuisines, and he suggested Arabic cuisine. Hm. I found it particularly intersting as I know I wouldn't get to the site quite easily myself. And he told me that he'd talked w/ few friends so I assume having few friends would be less intimidating. :). But then, we went out alone. Argh. My eyebrows rose. Alert-mode : ON. ihihih...He even took me to his hotel, but I insisted on waiting him change clothe at the lounge. He went back after a while, and asked if I had done Maghrib prayer and suggest that I could use his room. d-Argh. My eyebrows rose even higher! well. tried not to be impolite nor
su-udzan*, I explained that I would my shalats in jama-takhir that my safari mode is on. After few trials and me asserting, he gave up, and we went. Said a little prayer for myself. Hufff....Amin.
The next thing, is the fact of he not knowing exactly the arabic junction we were about to go. *erghh*. We went on a taxi, but I'd try to get outta there fast and I hate the idea of luring around trying to find the place we didn't know for maybe indefinite time...so I suggest another place to eat. It was situated on the northbridge--I went there walking around at the previous day, I'd measured the distance. It was court. It was an alley next to the river, where the colonial buildings still preserved and the view was fantastic and serene: cityspace lights reflected on the river. I'm not with the right person But I was enchanted by the view and I thought I'd be fine. So we settled and he ordered some seafood, and suggested that I'd do the same way. OH NO! A girl gotta do what a girl gotta do. and ordering food w/ his money is the least thing that I wanted to to do. So I ate nothing. Thankfully I took few rounds on the finger foods, though I was hungry, still. He, as usual insisted and finally I ordered a glass of lemon tea, to kill the time. It was an uneasy situation. foolish. awkward. He kept on talking. I replied, briefly. During the time, I tried to be polite and figure out how I could throw away the suudzan feeling but I didn't make it. I was becoming a jerk, looking through my watch all the times, and pretending that I was seeing a friend at around 8.30, implicitly suggesting,"Eat fast and let's just finish this rite away!!". Realizing the site was not far from his hotel, he suggested to walk back. Ok he's extending his time...but we walked and during the long stroll, he even suggested that I should go to Malay w/ him after the seminar's over! hEHHH!! hell with what that means. I dunno whether my eyebrows could be even higher than the default state. I walked blocks, fast. said goodbye, fast. and went into the MRT station, fast. Of course I didn't actually went into MRT station, Ijust waited for few while and went out again.
I spent the time in an internet cafe nearby. Once again astouned by the fact that the operator is also an Indonesian. I knew I had to kill time. and get back to the lodge as late as possible so I wouldn't have to chat with my roommate. I thought, a chat before bed, is equally uneasy. So I spent about an hour on the net, went to Orchard for pleasing my eye--though of course not very pleasing for the calves--and went back to the lodge maybe around midnite.
As I opened the door, I found the arab-guy was still awake, reading and the english bloke hasn't yet got back. I had to make up conversation and I found out the the arab was a economy journalist and being polite I was also introducing myself blaha blaha blaha... Oh, I'll describe him out for you. He's BIG, An Arabian with moustache and beard. BIG eyes. not scary but still intimidating. Fair skin complexion. He's tone of voice is OK, but the low pitch is kinda...eerie..ahhaha.. He's wearing sorban, but currently not wearing it, he had his hair bunned, messy here and there. I excused myself and changed clothes in the bathroom and desperately hoped that he'd fallen asleep when I got back. But I wasn't that lucky. He hadn't finished reading, so I went under the blanket first. I was so flaked out. My heart was throbbing. I couldn't close my eyes until I heard his snores. and the english bloke went back early in the morning, maybe around 2AM. I was in Full-alert-mode, all nite. tsk. hh...but, anyway, Alhamdulillah nothing happened. Bwahaha...I was paranoid!wekkk....
(to be continued...)Hihi..the 2nd day's finished. I'll save more on the next days later...too much reading will kill you..
Cheerio!!
On fast-cooking
