One of my least favourite things about long semester breaks is what I call my refugee status. Having to move out of college, my things would be in bags, boxes, and pails congregated at the foot of the stairwell at home. It's a pain having to dig for things, and such disorganization sets my mind at unease.
Traveling constitutes such a major portion of my holiday, that a high school classmate once commented that it's easier to catch me during semester than during break time. One month into my holiday since the end of finals, I'd spent a cumulative total of only three days at home, all sandwiched between Langkawi, Cameron's, Malacca and Kluang.
After being accustomed to a range of student budget lodgings and common sharing, a family suite at
Everly Resort Hotel Malacca was a luxury, most especially coming after Camp Cameron. Compare rice, two dishes, and sometimes soup, to a hotel buffet spread of at least five dishes, salads, soup, bread n' butter, fruits, cakes and gelatines; ten girls (plus two camp staff) to a bathroom, versus just my sister and I. The compromise is that I have a whole bunch of older adults and young children for company, and hardly a peer in sight.
Sien-ness.
Inner facade of middle wing.
The view from my suite.
Menara Taming Sari, Malacca Revolving Tower.
Views therefrom:
Kluang, as usual (CNY aside), was about food, movies, and shopping.
The new Kluang Mall (there's a new shopping complex everytime I go lately) rather rightly claims that you can now shop like (in) a city.
On the plus (hah!) side, I gained 2kgs!
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