Chalet 24/7 - 26/7 Part I

The tranquility of isolation Time flies whenever 1. You’re having fun or 2. You’re terribly pissed having to swat under your legs ever now and then to chase away feeding mozzies, get all freaked out by marauding lizards stalking you in the bathroom, fuss over those ants holidaying on your morning cup of coffee and get all piffed with the choked toilet basin.
How about a game of Monopoly? We had fun trying to perk ourselves up with a round of Monopoly, but we ended up driving our sleepy wits nuts trying to stay awake and ‘Out of Jail’ at the same time. Our next option was to set up our pit, since the sky looked much less constipated than it was when we arrived. Food, glorious food! I don’t understand how those people conjure up so much smoke with theirs, but our BBQ pit was obedient enough to survive the slight drizzle. The cheese prawns were mush tastier than they were the previous time round, the corn cob was fantastically buttery, the chili stingray was heavenly, as well as the other stuff we had. The native Chinese family besides ours had NO idea how yummy our food was, because they were grilling what looked like Chinese buns (which were supposed to be steamed, by the way) and other ‘un-grillable’ food. Bleah. And we still had unfinished food. Our next destination... Sentosa’s nightlife after 12am is unexpectedly boring. Even the beach bars and clubs had but just a handful of dolls and gigolos (those people looked as such to me, no offence). The lightings were alluring, but then again, they seemed mundane on the second look. We strolled past The Coffee Bean, and I was silently aching for a cuppa or two; I didn’t get my full dose of caffeine that day.
The walks of nightlife on Sentosa The pit-stop at 7-Eleven seemed timely and un-timely at the same time, because it made me comfortable but alarmingly sleepy. One Slurpee shared among the 4 of us, we managed to inject a notable level of noise pollution to the empty 24-hour kiosk at Palawan Beach.

Midnight sugar rush Again, my eyelids are drooping, so very silently yet disturbingly, like how they did that very night, in front of the mini water fountain. Ying had already mastered the art of sleeping as and when she deemed fit, and while the other 2 ladies have decided to mortify themselves by staring into black nothingness.
More photos, in the next entry.