Back in SIN

Yeah, back in SIN. Literally and metaphorically, since being in the heavenly isle of Phuket makes going back to mundane SINgapore seem like a sinful thing to do.

Oh well. Life has to go on and bonds can’t be broken.

We had a helluva time in Phuket- perhaps it gets better everytime. We spent a day longer there this time, and I’m quite sure the next time I’m there, there’ll be no more sightseeing (I think I’ve seen all their worthy attractions, minus Phuket Fantasea).

Having stayed in an exclusive villa this time round makes it even memorable. We lapped up the luxury of having a private pool to ourselves, a whole 4-bedroom villa (and all rooms were detached from the main living room, accentuating the resort-feel), had breakfast served by our pool by butlers every morning, enjoyed full spa services (masseuses, manicurists and beauticians came and provided poolside therapies at the sala )- basically, we lived like kings. Even if it only lasted a few days…

Atok and Ooyah dudok rilek-keplekk kat rumput tepi pool. Buatlah macam rumah sendiri ye...

Berfeeling kerabat diraja Thailand dengan dayang-dayang di sisi, menantikan perintah.

It was my special demand  request, actually, that no expense is spared for this holiday since it HAS been a VERY LONG TIME since I went overseas, and perhaps it will be quite some time before I have another getaway. So splurging was the only way to go, baybehh- just grit your teeth and think of it as three vacations rolled into one. Because I’m worth it. Or more like, let’s make the $75 temporary passport worth it’s cost, wokay?

We basically stayed in the villa, spending our days, and nights, soaking up the sun (and also chlorinated water in the pool!), basking happily like seals without a care in the world. We blasted our music, pretended to be a team of synchronized swimmers, dared one another to go to the deepest end of the pool- well, we could even skinny dip (would it still be called skinny dip if I were to do it?) if we wanted to! But OF COURSE we didn’t lah, since our dad and my husband are around too- crazy or what?

The opening act. And my arm IS NOT that flabby- it's actually an optical illusion as a result of refraction from the water. Really.

 

The complete team. The star swimmer in this troupe had to put on her specs as she lost her contact lenses after going underwater without goggles... and THAT mistake cost her team the gold medal. Tsk.

It’s definitely sad as hell, our last night there… entertaining thoughts of just leaving everything behind here in Singapore (err… what is here ah, by the way?), selling our flat off to buy a nice piece of land and a villa like that in Phuket… perhaps we could open a nasi padang restaurant there- heck- a stall will do as well. We could cure the hunger pangs of weary Malay travellers from Malaysia, Singapore and Indonesia, craving for authentic Malay food…. I could teach there, couldn’t I? My sister could open up a preschool empire there, Ramli can… er… do what he does best there too… Ooyah could look like one of the Thai kids and polish her ‘khop khun kaa’ greeting…

Sigh. If only it is as easy as it sounds…

So as we boarded the plane we left those dreams behind, like the bottles of mineral water that we couldn’t bring onto the plane… tossed in the dustbin labelled ‘wet items’. Yeah. If you think about it, it does get quite close to becoming a wet dream, those thoughts.

Oh Phuket, and all you beautiful Thai people, not to forget, the delicious food you cook- we will be back. And perhaps next time round, without luggage bags but with a container full of our worldly possessions……

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